Chapter 1 - WET FOR MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND 1

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~~Elena's Pov~~

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I stood outside Damien Blackthorn’s penthouse office, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My palms were sweaty against the strap of my bag. I knew I shouldn’t be here. Out of all the people who could help my family, I had chosen him — Damien Blackthorn, my older brother Ryan’s best friend since college.

The same man I had secretly lusted after for the past three years.

I told myself it was because he was the only one rich enough to clear our massive debt. But that was only half the truth. The real reason I was standing here in this tight black dress, my nipples already hard against the fabric, was because I wanted an excuse to get close to him. To finally feel those intense icy-blue eyes on my body. To see if the fantasies I had about him while touching myself at night could ever become real.

I took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in.”

The moment I stepped inside, the air shifted. Damien was leaning against his massive desk, arms crossed across his broad shoulders, looking every bit the ruthless billionaire he was. He was tall, powerfully built, with sharp black hair, a chiseled jawline, and those piercing blue eyes that always made my knees weak.

And right now those icy-blue eyes were on me. 

This wasn’t the first time Damien was looking at me that way. To him, it was probably just a look but to me I have had several sex dreams about my brother's best friend since the day I saw him with Ryan in our living room playing video games three years ago. That look was pure lust and desire..

 I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat between my legs. I was already wet, embarrassingly wet, just from being in the same room as this man. My nipples had tightened into hard peaks against my simple white blouse, and I could feel my pulse throbbing low in my belly.

“Elena,” he said, his deep voice sliding over my skin like velvet. His gaze slowly dragged down my body — lingering on the way my dress hugged my breasts and hips. “You sounded… desperate when you called.”

My pussy clenched at the way he said it. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden rush of wetness between my legs.

“I am,” I admitted, my voice softer than I wanted. “Mom’s hospital bills are piling up. We’re going to lose the house if I don’t do something. Ryan doesn’t know how bad it is yet. I didn’t want to come to you, but… I have no choice.”

Damien pushed off the desk and walked toward me slowly. Every step made my heart beat faster. He stopped just inches away, close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne — dark, masculine, addictive.

“So you came to me,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “Out of everyone… you chose me.”

I swallowed hard. Yes. I had chosen him. Because deep down, I wanted this. I wanted him. Even though he was my brother’s best friend. Even if Ryan ever found out, it would destroy everything.

“I really need the money,” I whispered. “I’ll do anything.”

Damien’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his icy, piercing gaze. My lips parted on a soft exhale. For one wild moment, I pictured him shoving me against the desk, ripping my skirt up, and taking what he wanted right here in his luxurious office.

“Anything?” he asked, his voice dropping lower. “Be careful what you offer, Elena. I’m not a nice man.”

My breath hitched. I could feel my nipples tightening painfully against my bra. My pussy was already soaked, throbbing with need. I had fantasized about this moment so many times — Damien looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

“I mean it,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

He studied me for a long moment, his thumb brushing my lower lip. The touch sent electricity straight to my core.

“I’ll clear all the debt,” he said finally. “Every penny. Your mother’s treatment. The house. Everything.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Really? Just like that?”

“Well it's not for free.” He added, causing the smile on my face to falter.

I raised my chin to look straight through his eyes, hope flaring in my chest. “What do you want in return?”

His eyes darkened. “You. As my personal assistant, for one full year. You’ll work for me during the day… and you’ll be available to me whenever I want. No questions. No limits.”

My heart raced. This was it. The dangerous line I had been dreaming about crossing for years. I didn't need to think twice or wait to be sure of my response.

“I accept,” I whispered.

Damien’s smile was slow and predatory. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

“Good girl, that response was faster than I expected.” he growled softly. “I’ll send the amount for your mother's treatment to the hospital. And you…you start work tomorrow.”

A shiver ran through my entire body. I was already wet, aching, and terrified of how much I wanted this.

This was going to be the riskiest decision of my life.

But as Damien looked at me with that dark, hungry gaze, I knew I wouldn’t take it back.