The Devil's Looking Glass

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Genevieve

The day had gone better than expected. I thought for sure that Damien would try to grill me the moment that I had walked through his door, but he didn't. He had acted completely professional the entire day. I did see a flash of hunger in his eyes on more than one occasion, however.

He didn't seem to like the fact that I arrived early, worked through lunch and stayed late, though. I wasn't able to figure that one out. Earl loved that about me. Always praised me and told me that my dedication was unmatched. Losing my parents at a young age had changed me. I yearned for praise. I needed to hear that I was doing a good job. If I couldn't hear encouragement from them, I would excel at work and substitute my desire that way. Every person needed to hear that someone was proud of them.

I had found myself thinking of Damien all day. That hungry look in his eyes triggered something deep inside. Plus, that man in a suit, yum. Each movement would cause his muscles to strain against his suit jacket. When his jacket was unbuttoned, you could see that he was gifted in the package department. He wasn't walking around with an erection all day; he just had a very noticeable bulge that my eyes wandered down to on more than one occasion.

I wasn't the only one staring. I noticed every single woman that passed by him, staring in awe, their eyes roaming over his body, a wanton look in their eyes. He was the talk of the entire building. Each time I left my desk for a bathroom break or to complete a task on another floor, I could hear the women gushing over him.

The odd part was I instantly wanted to tell them to shut the hell up and get back to work. I did not like hearing other women talk about him like that. Jealousy had reared its ugly head as if I had some type of claim over him.

I hated him, though. Didn't I?

That was becoming blurrier than I expected.

I had spent eight years hating him. He had been back in town for just under two weeks now and everything was changing. I didn't like it one bit. Or maybe I did.

I sighed.

Damien was taking over my life completely. Even when I talked to Oliver, I pictured Damien. That made me feel terrible. The guy was so incredible and amazing and yet I pictured him as the devil. Maybe I should ask Oliver for a photo?

No! That was completely unacceptable and over the line. I could get fired for that one if anyone ever found out.

I went to my bedroom and changed into a pair of jersey material shorts, took off my bra, then threw on a comfortable tank top. I wandered downstairs and found myself sitting in my favorite comfy chair. There was a table next to it with a small lamp on it. A perfect place for reading. I picked up my most recent purchase and flipped to the bookmark.

It was one of my favorites yet. I was a junky for smut novels. This one was about a small-town girl, moving to the big city, running from her past. She had a degree in engineering but couldn't find any work. She ended up taking a job as a personal assistant to a wealthy, arrogant man who was the CEO of a huge corporation.

I happened to be on a particularly dirty chapter that involved her in the office with her boss, bent over his desk, with him f*****g her from behind. A knock had startled them, and she had to scurry under his desk before anyone saw her. As he was in the middle of his business meeting with an important client, she began to suck him off, while hiding below.

I didn't even realize that I had put the book down. My eyes were closed, and I was running the scene through my head, imagining that it was I, under Damien's desk. One hand slid over my stomach and pushed underneath the waistband of my shorts and underwear. My fingers found my c**t, rubbing gently at first. I could imagine running my hands over his thighs, moving higher. The startled gasp that he would cover up with a small cough.

My hand reaching up and slowly undoing his zipper, not making a sound. Leaning forward and touching my tongue to the tip of his c**k, his hands grasping my hair under the desk, urging me forward.

My fingers dipped down, inside of me, pushing deep. Imagining his c**k in my mouth, sliding in and out between my lips, pausing every so often to run my tongue over the tip. My fingers began to work faster and faster.

The image of us in the elevator now taking over. His hands moving all over my body, his fingers deep inside of me.

I didn't care where I was or who could see me in that moment.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly. I was so close.

I opened my eyes to see Damien standing in his window, watching me closely.

I gasped, white hot fire licking every cell of my body. I couldn't look away, my gaze locked with his as I came. I cried out, "Damien!"

Even as my body slowly began to relax, my panting decreasing as my breathing returned to normal, we were still staring into one another's eyes. I was frozen. I willed my mind to look away. To move. To do anything. It wasn't until he smiled and walked away from the window that I was finally able to move.

Things are really starting to ramp up between Damien and Geni!

This was a sample. If you are hooked and want to read more, please head over to w*****d or Inkitt. The remainder of The Devil's Looking Glass can be found on both, as well as the sequel, Angel's Silhouette. 

Book 3, Double Reflection can be found on w*****d with regular updates!

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