Chapter 3 - WET FOR MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND 3

The moment Ryan’s name flashed on my phone screen, I jerked up from Damien’s lap like I had been burned.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I grabbed the phone, nearly dropping it in my panic. Damien’s hands lingered on my hips for a second longer before he let me go, his blue eyes watching me with a mix of amusement and frustration.

I answered the video call, trying to steady my breathing.

“Ryan! Hi,” I said, forcing a bright smile as his face appeared on the screen. He was in his car, probably on his way to a meeting.

“Hey, little sis!” Ryan said cheerfully, his familiar grin filling the screen. He was in his car, probably on his way to a meeting. “How’s the first day going? You settling in okay?”

I could feel Damien’s eyes burning into me from behind the desk. My cheeks were still flushed, my thighs sticky with arousal, my pussy still throbbing from how close we had been.

“It’s… it’s good,” I said, my voice a little too high. “Damien’s been really helpful. The office is nice. I’m learning a lot already.”

Ryan laughed. “Good, good. Make sure you’re being a good girl and not disturbing him too much, okay? He’s doing us a huge favor by taking you on. Don’t make him regret it.”

I swallowed hard. If only Ryan knew how much I was already “disturbing” his best friend.

“I’m being good,” I said, forcing another smile. “Actually… Damien’s right here if you want to talk to him.”

I turned the phone slightly so Ryan could see Damien. My boss — my brother’s best friend, looked perfectly composed, as if he hadn’t just had me on his lap with his hand on my ass seconds earlier.

Hey man,” Damien leaned forward, his expression calm and professional. “Ryan, good to see you. Don’t worry about your sister. She’s doing great. Very… attentive.”

The way he said “attentive” sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I pressed my thighs together, trying not to squirm.

Ryan chuckled. “Good to hear, man. Thanks again for giving her this opportunity. I owe you one. Elena, make sure you listen to everything he says, okay? He’s the best in the business.”

“I will,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “I promise.”

They talked for another minute about business stuff — something about a project Ryan was working on. Damien was smooth, encouraging, telling Ryan not to worry and that I was being a “very good girl” for him.

Every word made my cheeks burn hotter. If only Ryan knew what his best friend had just been doing to his little sister.

Finally, Ryan hung up with a cheerful “Love you, sis. Take care.”

The moment the call ended, I let out a deep breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My legs felt weak. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look at Damien.

“I… I need to use the washroom,” I mumbled, turning away quickly.

I practically ran out of his office, my heels clicking rapidly down the hallway. I pushed open the door to the private executive washroom, locked myself in the executive washroom and leaned against the sink, staring at my flushed reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were pink, my lips still slightly swollen from how close Damien had come to kissing me. My nipples were hard against my bra, and between my legs, I was embarrassingly wet.

What the hell is wrong with me? I thought, gripping the edge of the sink.

Ryan’s voice kept echoing in my head — “Make sure you’re being a good girl…” If he knew what I had almost done with his best friend, if he knew how badly I still wanted it, he would never forgive either of us.

I splashed cold water on my face, trying to cool down. But my body wouldn’t listen. My pussy was soaked, my nipples tight against my bra. Everytime I closed my eyes, I could still see Damien’s icy blue eyes on me, feel the ghost of his hands on my hips, the way his hard cock had pressed against me when I was on his lap. 

I was aching for him.

I was in so much trouble.

And the worst part?

I didn’t want to stop.

I stayed in the bathroom for almost ten minutes, trying to pull myself together. When I finally stepped out, I walked back to my desk with my head down, avoiding Damien’s icy gaze. I sat down and tried to focus on the quarterly report he had assigned me, but my mind kept drifting back to him — the way he had looked at me, the way his voice had dropped when he asked if I wanted to fuck him.

Of course I wanted to, I've always wanted to, I've been dreaming about this day for so long and when it's finally here, something just didn't feel right. 

I didn't want Damien to find out like this and right now I was more than embarrassed to look at him.

By the time 3 PM rolled around, I was a mess. I had tried to focus on work but I just couldn't. My mind kept flashing back to what happened earlier and why Damien was suddenly too quiet. Like nothing had happened a few hours ago, like he hadn't just been holding my waist possessively on his laps.

I was still buried in thoughts when Damien's voice dragged me back to reality. 

“Elena,” he said, his voice low. “I have a business dinner at a restaurant in forty-five minutes and you're coming with me.”

I froze. “Uh—Are you sure about that? I can just…”

“I said you're coming with me.” His tone left no room for argument. “Did you forget you're my personal assistant now? Wherever I go, you go. That’s part of the job. Unless you’ve already forgotten the terms of our agreement?”