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The office was dimly lit, the evening glow filtering through the glass windows casting long shadows against the polished floors. The room smelled faintly of roses, the lingering scent of her perfume filling the space but there a faint scent of Damon’s cologne.
And then, before I could process what was happening, I gasped.
Damon had moved swiftly, his strong hands sliding up my thighs as he knelt beneath my desk. My eyes widened and His presence was dangerously close, his breath warm against my skin.
Vivian was outside and inside, this was happening which tensed me even more. I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers twitching as I fought against the fire he had just ignited in me.
“Damon,” I whispered, my voice both a warning and a plea. I was scared of getting caught,
