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So different in contrast to my small, cozy home.
It makes all of this real—so real. That we’re at a point where I’m spending time with him at his place.
I hand him the package, staring at his unruly hair. He’s fresh out of the shower, barefoot in jeans with a white T-shirt. He shaved, and the clean-cut cheeks make him look younger, approachable.
I want to pinch his cheeks. Just because.
“Drink?” He walks to the bar side of his beautiful marble, navy, and gold kitchen.
I shake my head. “I’m driving.”
“Joey can drive you home and pick you up tomorrow.”
“No, Damon. I can’t park there overnight.” I’m not sure of this, but I need an excuse, a way out to put some distance between us.
I don’t know what I want.
Actually, I do. I really do.
But what I want might not be good for me, healthy. It mightbe a poisonous obsession that turns my veins dark, dark enough to dim down the last remaining light inside of me.
The amber liquid ends up in a fancy glass of his. I can’t tell what it is. I know my beers and some wines and that’s about it.
He takes his drink and leads us to his living room, where he sits on the caramel leather couch. I remove my heels and sit on one of the single sofas across from him, crossing and uncrossing my legs.
He eyes my coat, a fire piercing his gaze, as if I’m wearing too much clothing.
Maybe I am. For what I want, truly crave from him, I guess I am.
“Why am I here, Damon?”
He glances at the flatscreen TV, a boxing game playing in the background, before his eyes land on mine. Dark and brooding. With the jerk of his chin, he’s inviting me over to the couch he’s sitting on.
I’m torn. Because this man makes me want to get lost in him and his body so bad, I worry I’ll forget my loyalty back home.
He makes mefeel.And by God, it’s been a while since I have. Felt anything.
Tempted by the devil, I saunter over to him. Eyes hooded. Knees trembling. My pussy pulsing.
I put one leg on the sofa, then another, sitting on my knees. The look he gives me makes me feel like the weapon he’s found to win a battle.
Drink down, his hand is now free to roam. Free to please me. And that’s when I completely shut down and refuse to think of the consequences—all my focus is on Damon instead.
Leaning forward, he unbuttons one button of my wool winter coat, his hand creating a frisson of heat.
I’m melting and shaking and feeling.
I’m soaring, up and up, close to the sun. I’ll get burned, nodoubt about it, but the experience will be well worth the ending, the destination.
“I wanted to see you outside the office. That’s why you’re here,” he whispers against my ear, pushing the coat off my shoulders. I feel naked without it. My nipples are poking at my bra, high and hard, and I’m glad I had the decency to ditch my cotton undergarments today for a set of ivory lace.
“You could’ve asked—you control freak.”
His lip tugs at the side but he says nothing, for a while he does nothing. We’re staring at each other, and my heart wants to break free. Break free and land in his hands, and what a stupid, stupid thought that is after all the warnings he sent my way.
I’m breathing so loudly.
I can tell he wants me; he wants to fuck me. Badly. By the look in his eyes, he’s probably thinking of a thousand ways to have me.
