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away for a moment. His tongue dipped hungrily into her mouth, and though at first hesitant, she soon answered his need with equal fervor. Like two addicts who’d tried and failed at being good, they drank from one another, eager to distill all of the emotions and sensations into one perfect moment.
His hand slid behind her neck, and he cradled her head while his other hand rested on her ample ass. Damien couldn’t wait to undress her again.
His teeth gripped her lower lip for a moment, and she let out the most heartfelt moan, one that made him almost quake with the need to fuck her right there on the conference table. But there was still something off about the way she had treated him. If he’d learned anything about women, then it was that a woman with something on her mind was best treated with careful hands and not rushed. He’d have to rein himself in for now – even if it was the last thing he wanted to do.
With obvious reluctance, he finally withdrew from the kiss, and after a peck on her forehead, stepped back from Kiara. He grinned, tucking his hands in his pockets. She was flustered, and her chest was rising and falling heavily. He liked her like that a lot more than he had when she’d stared at him like he was the most dangerous man in the world. That glow she got when he touched her was delicious.
Damien thanked the years he’d spent toiling at his companies, putting up with every manner of nonsense – it had helped shape him into a man strong enough to step away from a gorgeous woman when it was needed. Every fiber of his being wanted to rip that dress off her body and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight, but he didn’t. Not yet. He packed the need into a tight ball inside of him and tucked it away to be unraveled when he had her alone again.
“I actually had work to discuss as well,” he said, making her gaze sharpen immediately.
She straightened her dress and ran a hand through her hair, as if visual appearances would hide what he knew she wanted. He wouldn’t be fooled so easily.
“I want to hear your promo strategy. We’re coming closer to the pitch deadline, and I think Mirrorview should tell me about its preliminary plans so I can be sure you’re moving in the right direction. Are you ready for that?” Kiara pondered it for a moment.
“Yes, I think I can have something for you by tomorrow.”
“Excellent. I want you to pitch it to me in person. I’ll send a car here in the morning. Pack a swimsuit.” He didn’t give her time to answer.
Instead, he gave her a wink and brushed past her, reveling in the surprised look she gave him as the door slammed shut behind him. It’s not that he wouldn’t have enjoyed arguing with her on whether or not being in a bikini was necessary for the job, but rather that if he stayed there with her for even a minute longer, he might just not be able to control himself any longer.
You must be growing soft, Damien, he pondered as he headed through the office, plotting his next move.
The bigger question, however, was whether he minded his transformation.
CHAPTER NINE
Kiara
Kiara shifted uneasily in the seat, the soft, buttery leather enveloping her in lavish luxury. It felt odd to be sitting in a town car that probably cost more than she was ever going to make. She absentmindedly thumbed the strap on her purse – a ratty faux-leather hobo that was the only one big enough to accommodate her spare clothes and the materials she needed to show Damien.
Experimentally, she tried crossing and uncrossing her legs a few times to see if she could get comfortable. Nope.
Her stomach was twisting and turning, and she was constantly on the edge of vomiting. Kiara wasn’t entirely sure if she was coming down with something or if Damien Thatch just had that kind of effect on her. Really, could be either as far as she was concerned. Every time she was near him, she thought the world would fall away from under her, so a touch of vertigo was to
His hand slid behind her neck, and he cradled her head while his other hand rested on her ample ass. Damien couldn’t wait to undress her again.
His teeth gripped her lower lip for a moment, and she let out the most heartfelt moan, one that made him almost quake with the need to fuck her right there on the conference table. But there was still something off about the way she had treated him. If he’d learned anything about women, then it was that a woman with something on her mind was best treated with careful hands and not rushed. He’d have to rein himself in for now – even if it was the last thing he wanted to do.
With obvious reluctance, he finally withdrew from the kiss, and after a peck on her forehead, stepped back from Kiara. He grinned, tucking his hands in his pockets. She was flustered, and her chest was rising and falling heavily. He liked her like that a lot more than he had when she’d stared at him like he was the most dangerous man in the world. That glow she got when he touched her was delicious.
Damien thanked the years he’d spent toiling at his companies, putting up with every manner of nonsense – it had helped shape him into a man strong enough to step away from a gorgeous woman when it was needed. Every fiber of his being wanted to rip that dress off her body and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight, but he didn’t. Not yet. He packed the need into a tight ball inside of him and tucked it away to be unraveled when he had her alone again.
“I actually had work to discuss as well,” he said, making her gaze sharpen immediately.
She straightened her dress and ran a hand through her hair, as if visual appearances would hide what he knew she wanted. He wouldn’t be fooled so easily.
“I want to hear your promo strategy. We’re coming closer to the pitch deadline, and I think Mirrorview should tell me about its preliminary plans so I can be sure you’re moving in the right direction. Are you ready for that?” Kiara pondered it for a moment.
“Yes, I think I can have something for you by tomorrow.”
“Excellent. I want you to pitch it to me in person. I’ll send a car here in the morning. Pack a swimsuit.” He didn’t give her time to answer.
Instead, he gave her a wink and brushed past her, reveling in the surprised look she gave him as the door slammed shut behind him. It’s not that he wouldn’t have enjoyed arguing with her on whether or not being in a bikini was necessary for the job, but rather that if he stayed there with her for even a minute longer, he might just not be able to control himself any longer.
You must be growing soft, Damien, he pondered as he headed through the office, plotting his next move.
The bigger question, however, was whether he minded his transformation.
CHAPTER NINE
Kiara
Kiara shifted uneasily in the seat, the soft, buttery leather enveloping her in lavish luxury. It felt odd to be sitting in a town car that probably cost more than she was ever going to make. She absentmindedly thumbed the strap on her purse – a ratty faux-leather hobo that was the only one big enough to accommodate her spare clothes and the materials she needed to show Damien.
Experimentally, she tried crossing and uncrossing her legs a few times to see if she could get comfortable. Nope.
Her stomach was twisting and turning, and she was constantly on the edge of vomiting. Kiara wasn’t entirely sure if she was coming down with something or if Damien Thatch just had that kind of effect on her. Really, could be either as far as she was concerned. Every time she was near him, she thought the world would fall away from under her, so a touch of vertigo was to
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