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Tempting My Boss
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A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) Tempting My Boss
The Sunlight found me first and spilled gold across the unfamiliar sheets. For one disoriented second I forgot where I was—then the heavy arm around my waist tightened, and the entire night crashed back in. The glass, his mouth, the way he’d fucked me like he was claiming something he never intended to return.Damien was still half-asleep beside me. In the soft light the hard lines of his face had loosened, but even unconscious he held me like he was afraid I’d disappear. When his eyes opened they were dark and unguarded, the careful control stripped away.“You’re thinking too loudly,” he murmured.“But I didn’t say anything.”“You didn’t have to.” His hand found my jaw, thumb pressing along my cheekbone—not gentle, not quite. Possessive. “Regretting it yet?”“Should I be?”“No.” His voice was rough from sleep and sex. “But Monday will try to convince you otherwise.”I sat up, dragging the sheet with me. The marks he’d left on my hips and the inside of my thighs were already darkening
A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) Tempting My Boss
The silk pooled at my feet. Damien’s eyes went black as he looked at me—lace underwear the only thing left between us, my skin already flushed under the city light pouring through the windows. He didn’t speak. He just stared, breathing hard, like the sight of me had knocked the last of his control clean out of him. One hand closed around the back of my neck, the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, and he walked me backward until my spine hit the cool glass of the window. The city burned behind me—Duomo spires, golden lights, the entire indifferent world—while his mouth claimed mine again, deeper this time, almost punishing. I tasted the edge of his restraint finally gone. “You have no idea,” he muttered against my lips, voice wrecked, “how many times I pictured this. How many times I almost dragged you into that private elevator and fucked the professionalism right out of both of us.” His hand slid down, palm flattening over my stomach, then lower. He cupped me through the
A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) Tempting My Boss
I couldnt sleep.I lay in my small apartment in Naples with the canal lights flickering across the ceiling, the taste of him still on my tongue, the phantom pressure of his hand in my hair still sharp enough to make my thighs press together. By the time I dressed for work, every careful resolution I had built I’ll be professional, I’ll keep my distance, I’ll pretend Thursday never happened had already burned itself out.The office felt charged the moment I stepped inside. Nothing had changed, yet everything had. Louisa gave me one long look over the rim of her glasses and said nothing. The silence was worse than any warning.Damien didn’t summon me that day. Or the next.Three days of silence stretched into a low, gnawing ache. I watched the private elevator every time the lights moved. I dressed with more care than the work required. The space between my legs stayed restless, as if my body refused to forget the exact shape of his mouth.On the fourth day an invitation appeared in m
A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) Tempting My Boss
Thursday came too fast and not fast enough.I had redone the color story four times, chasing the word he’d given me danger until the boards finally felt less like a portfolio piece and more like a confession. Burnt orange bleeding into black. Gold like the last light before a storm. Silhouettes that clung and then let go, fabric that moved like it was trying to escape itself.I told myself it was good work. I didn’t let myself examine too closely who I’d been thinking of when I chose the palette.Louisa intercepted me outside the fortieth-floor elevator at exactly 5:58 p.m., two minutes before my scheduled review. Her expression was unreadable.“A word first.”“I’m not late—”“You’re not in trouble.” Her voice dropped, the corporate polish falling away. “I’ve worked for Damien for eleven years. I’ve watched a dozen bright young things pass through this office. He is generous with his time for exactly none of them. Until you.”My pulse stumbled. “It’s just the collection—”“Maybe.” She
A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) Tempting My Boss
Monday arrived in such a blur, I got to the Morreno Holdings twenty minutes early, as if punctuality could armor me against the memory of espresso-dark eyes and the way his voice had dropped when he said he already wanted to break his own rule.My desk sat in the open-plan space on the thirty-eighth floor—two levels below Damien’s private domain. Close enough to feel him in the building. Far enough that I tried to pretend the distance meant something.Louisa appeared at my elbow before I’d even switched on the monitor.“You’re early.” It landed somewhere between accusation and approval. She was a woman in her fifties with silver-streaked hair pulled into a severe knot, the kind of woman who’d survived decades in this building by being sharper than everyone around her. “Good. Because the Direttore hates waiting.”“I thought I reported to you.”“You do.” Her mouth curved, not quite a smile. “But he takes an interest in new talent. Especially talent *Milan Vogue* mentioned by name.” She
A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) Arc 23: Tempting My Boss
Rose De'lacruz POVThe top six floors of the glass tower on Via Montenapoleone belonged to Morreno Holdings, and I had never felt smaller than the moment the lobby doors closed behind me.The Marble floors threw the September light back at me like still water. Somewhere forty stories above, the man whose signature now sat on my contract was waiting. Damien Morreno. A name I had seen in every trade magazine for years but I had never expected to answer to directly.“Signorina De’lacruz?” The receptionist’s voice cut clean through the hush. “ The Direttore is ready for you.”Already? I expected an assistant or onboarding director. Just anyone but him.My heels struck the marble in a sharp, uneven rhythm as I followed her to the private elevator. The portfolio pressed against my chest felt useless, thin armor against whatever waited upstairs.The doors opened onto the fortieth floor and the city dropped away beneath the floor-to-ceiling glass into conquered and quiet world of power. At
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