She Poisoned You, Damien!

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Three

Damien sat in his office, one hand propped on his desk, with his fingers on his head as he read the file in his hands, over and over again.

But no matter how much he read it, he was not able to concentrate or get past the first page. His thoughts kept drifting back to a certain red head, and forest green eyes.

Sensous lips, pale full breasts and milky skin...

Damien groaned loudly and dripped the file. He held his head in his hands, rubbing the ache that had settled there.

The thought of what had transpired in his room with Lana, that morning caused him to have a permanent hard-on, his bulging length pushing against his zipper, begging for release.

Damien stood up and walked to the small bar in his office, yanking at his tie as he went. The room was suddenly hot and he rolled up his sleeves to his elbow before pouring himself a stiff drink, downing it in one gulp.

The image of Lana on the edge of her release, shuddering against him while she rode