6
Damon’s POV
I should have ended this before it began.
Alexa was becoming reckless, showing up at my office unannounced, pressing against me the moment the door clicked shut, her pulse like a siren’s call that I could no longer ignore. I had always prided myself on my control—centuries of discipline, restraint. But with her, it was slipping. I was slipping.
Tonight was no different.
She had barely walked through the door before I had her pressed against it, her fingers threading through my hair, her breath hot against my neck as she whispered my name.
“Someone could walk in,” I murmured, though I didn’t push her away.
She smirked against my skin. “Then make me be quiet.”
I growled low in my throat, my fingers tightening around her waist. This girl had no fear. And worse, she knew
