Chapter 2Jessica’s breath trembled at his question. For a long moment, she said nothing, her dark eyes locked on his. The tension in the air thickened, heavy and electric.“Yes, Mr. Voss,” she finally whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I wore it for you.”Damian’s eyes darkened with raw satisfaction. His hand, still resting on her waist, tightened possessively, fingers digging into the silk. He could feel the heat radiating from her body.Without another word, he slowly slid his other hand down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping beneath the hem of her tight pencil skirt. His palm glided up her smooth thigh, pushing the fabric higher as he went. Jessica’s legs parted just slightly... instinctively... as his fingers reached the warm, soft skin above the lace tops of her stockings.He moved higher.When his fingertips brushed against the thin, soaked fabric of her panties, a low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest.“Fuck, Jessica,” he growled, pressing t
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