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“No.” I caught his face between my hands. “I mean you. Not the bodyguard.”

Something changed in his expression.

I didn’t give either of us time to explain it.

I kissed him.

His hand tightened around my hip.

“Then take me.”

He drove into me again.

My second orgasm broke through me hard enough that I cried his name.

My pussy clenched around his cock, every contraction pulling another rough breath from him. He kept his thumb on my clit until the pleasure blurred into too much and I grabbed his wrist.

He moved his hand immediately.

Then both arms came around me.

He fucked me through the fading contractions, his control finally breaking.

My name broke from him against my mouth, raw enough that I held him tighter.

“Come inside me.”

His next thrust went deep.

He came with a harsh groan, body locked against mine while his cock pulsed inside me.

For a few seconds neither of us moved.

My cheek rested against his beard.

His heartbeat pounded beneath my palm.

The workroom had become very quiet again.

Damien kissed my temple.

“We should probably fix your papers.”

I started laughing.

He looked down at the table behind me.

A box of wristbands had tipped sideways, one radio charger sat crooked, and three pens had rolled onto the floor.

“I’ve had worse event damage.”

“I’m relieved.”

I kissed him once more before easing my leg down.

“We really do have to finish those checks.”

“I know.”