FAZER LOGINKayla By the time the workday officially ended, I felt tired and accomplished at the sane time. The team behind the Julia Project had finally dispersed with their new assignments, and my inbox was finally under a semblance of control. I was just clicking my laptop shut when the CEO appeared in the doorway. He looked effortlessly sharp, his suit jacket draped over one arm and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms."Ready to go pick out a new ride, Mrs. Blackwood?" he asked, a playful, knowing smile tugging at his lips.I gathered my things, looking up at him. "Do I really have a choice in this matter?""You always have choices, Kayla," he replied, leaning against the frame. "But I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this particular one."We rode the elevator down in a comfortable, quiet hum, but as we walked through the shadows of the executive parking garage, I felt a tiny flutter of genuine excitement. I had never owned a brand-new car in my life, let alone the kind of vehi
KaylaDamien did not slow down. He actually started moving faster. He was chasing his own finish now. The feeling was almost too much for me to handle. It was so intense, but the pleasure was much stronger than the shock. It felt amazing."Get on top of me," he commanded suddenly. He pulled out and sat back against the cushions of the couch. "I want a front-row seat to watch you ride me."My legs felt like jelly, but I moved anyway. I straddled his lap and sank down onto him with a long, shaky moan. Damien’s hands moved fast. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them firmly as I started to find a rhythm."Look at you," he groaned. His thumbs moved in circles over my nipples. "You are taking exactly what you want. You look so hot doing that."I rode him hard. I moved my hips just right to hit that deep spot that made my head spin. Damien leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked so hard that I gasped out his name."Are you about to break again?" he asked. His br
Kayla"Damien," I gasped, the sound echoing in the quiet room as he moved to my other breast. He was giving it the same hungry attention, and I could feel the heat of his mouth through every nerve in my body. While he sucked at my skin, one of his hands slid down my stomach, moving past the silk of my dress until he reached the lace of my thong. He pushed the fabric aside effortlessly and slid a long finger deep inside me."Look at how wet you are," he growled, his voice vibrating against my chest. "I’ve been thinking about this all day. I can't wait to feel you wrapped tight around my cock."He didn't stop there. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my head spin. At the same time, his thumb began to circle my clit, applying just enough pressure to make my hips buck. I could feel the tension coiling tight in my gut, a heavy, throbbing need that was threatening to snap at any second."I need to taste you again," he murmured. He dro
Kayla His eyes grew predatory, a dark hunger clouding his gaze. "Your body is a terrible liar. You’re completely soaked right now, aren’t you?" His hand swept up the inside of my thigh, the sudden friction making me gasp. "Let’s see just how much of a mess you’ve made."He slipped his hand between my legs, and a smug, low hum vibrated in his chest as he confirmed it. "Just as I suspected," he rasped. "You're absolutely dripping for me."I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I leaned down and ran my tongue along the length of him, tracing every inch from the base to the tip. Damien’s fingers tangled in my hair, his grip tightening as he let out a sharp breath. "That's it," he urged, his voice thick. "Take more of me."I focused entirely on him, keeping my eyes locked on his as I took him into my mouth. His hips surged forward, buried deep. "God, Kayla. You have no idea how incredible that feels."I hummed, the vibrations of my throat making him groan as I worked him with my hands and m
KaylaDamien’s eyes didn't leave mine, his voice dropping into that dark, heavy register. "That red dress is dangerous," he said, his gaze tracing the curve of my mouth. "But honestly? It would look much better crumpled in a heap on the floor."I let out a soft laugh, trying to break the heavy tension in the air. "That was incredibly cheesy. Do you actually expect that to work on me?""I don't need pickup lines, Kayla," he countered, his hand reaching out to snag my waist. "Come here."He didn't wait for an answer. With one swift tug, Damien pulled me onto his lap. I ended up straddling him, my silk skirt hiking up high on my thighs as he held me firmly in place. "There," he murmured, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "That’s exactly where you belong."I shifted against him, my heart hammering as I realized just how little space was left between us. "Is this your version of an evening wind-down?""It beats a glass of whiskey," he whispered. His thumbs began to trace slow, burni
KaylaHe leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against mine in a soft kiss that quickly turned deeper. His hand slid along my exposed back, and a warm shiver ran through me before I even realized it.“If we don’t stop now,” I murmured against his mouth, trying to steady my breathing, “we’re going to miss dinner.”“Then we miss it,” he said quietly, but after a beat he exhaled and pulled away. “Fine. Go get ready. I’ll use the guest shower.”About an hour later, we were both dressed and ready to leave. Damien looked effortlessly sharp in a dark charcoal suit that made everything about him feel even more commanding. I wore the red gown he had picked earlier, paired with diamond studs and a slim silver bracelet that felt surprisingly personal.“You good?” he asked, offering me his arm.I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”Providence felt like stepping into another world—soft lighting, quiet elegance, and tables spaced for privacy instead of crowding. The hostess led us to a tucked-away corner, and
Kayla A couple of hours had gone by and Mum was prepped and ready to go in for surgery. We prayed for a while and each gave her a kiss on the forehead because you never really know what might happen when someone is put under anesthesia. My heart was pounding against my ribs. This was really happe
Kayla I walked straight into Damien’s arms the moment I saw him in the lobby. I buried my face in his chest, feeling the expensive fabric of his polo shirt against my skin. "Damien, I’m so sorry about last night," I started to whisper, my voice thick with guilt. "I shouldn't have—" He pulled bac
Kayla I managed to stand up and wipe my face just as Chelsea came around the corner. She stopped when she saw me by the vending machine. "Kayla," she said quietly, reaching out to touch my arm. "The doctor is finishing up the reports now. They said we can go in. We're allowed to see her." I nodd
Kayla "How much—" I asked my voice started hitching. I had to swallow hard just to get the words out. "How much would something like that even cost, Dad?" My father looked at the floor his was voice barely audible over the hum of the hospital vending machines. "The surgeon gave us an estimate for







