Renee
"Guess I'll take a shower unless you need to go first?" Damon's golden hair stood in disarray and gave him a sexy, bad boy look.
Her throat dried, and she waved a hand toward the shower not trusting her voice. Rather than dragging the sheet with him, he rose. Every inch of him was muscled and tanned. Did he sunbathe in the nude?
Renee's fingertips flew to her lips. The heat from his kiss still lingered there. Vaguely, as if a fading dream, she remembered thinking about Damon and her body tingling from his hands on her. Burning her, and she wanted more.
What was the matter with her? Twice now she almost screwed her boss.
Still, he had a firm ass, and she shivered. Stop it! Stop it!
Her body desired him, but her mind yearned for freedom and independence. Part of her mind craved h
