We catch our breath silently, both of us laying still on the bed. Finally, Damian gets up to deal with the condom, and I have a moment for my scattered thoughts to coalesce.
That was phenomenal. Best sex of my life, by far. No contest. The way he played my body, submitting to his commands. I loved every single second of it.
But also…
What the fuck did I just do?
Because he’s still my boss. I started this job determined to not get too close, too friendly, with anyone—especially a male coworker—and now I’m having dirty, mind-blowing sex with my boss?
If anyone at work found out that I let “Satan” fuck me blind, I would never recover. My reputation would be irrevocably tarnished, my competency would be called into question. Advances based on merit would never be believed.
Not to mention what it would do to his reputation, sleeping with an employee. The power dynamic alone would callinto question his integrity. What if the board of trustees lost confidence in him? Could they strip him of his title in the company thathebuilt?
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, beautiful?”
His voice startles me, lost in thought as I was.
“That was amazing,” I start.
“I know.” He crosses his arms, the muscles in his defined chest popping slightly. I want to spend so much more time studying him, exploring every inch of him, running my hands over his heated skin like he’s mine to touch.
“It stays here though, right?” I ask.
His face is a mask of neutrality. I can’t figure out if he agrees with that or hates it. Or is he simply as indifferent to it as he seems?
“Is that what you want?”
“Um, yes,” I say, but it comes out more like a question than a statement. I hurry to scoot up on the bed into a sitting position, still stark naked and not bothering to even try to cover up. “Yeah, I think it probably should. But what do you want?”
He stalks toward the bed, his cock still half hard. “If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me. But if we only get tonight, I’m going to need you to know this night has just begun.”
A shiver travels down my spine, and it’s not because I’m cold. I trap my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Good. Because I was just thinking that I didn’t spend nearly enough time exploring your body,” I tell him with a sultry grin.
“Same, Brielle. There isn’t going to be an inch of skin on your hot little body that I haven’t tasted before the end of the night.”
“All the way down to my toes?”
“Even your toes.” He grips my foot and pulls me down the bed. I fall back with a laugh.
We may only have tonight, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it while I can. I have a feeling tonight is going to be a long, delightful night.
Chapter 21
Damian
Faintlaughterfiltersthroughthe closed door of the marketing office.
Brielle has been working there all morning. I know, because I’ve looked for her in the accounting office several times already.
I push the door open, and all three heads turn my way.
“Mr. Edgerton, hi,” Trent says, his eyes wide with surprise.
“Trent, Danielle, Brielle,” I greet them, my gaze lingering a moment longer on Brielle. “Where are you with the Cardinal West marketing plan?”
“We’ve made great progress working with the research team and Brielle’s impressive research skills herself,” Danielle says with a smile at Brielle.
