My hands were still shaking when I got home that night. I paced my apartment like a caged animal, replaying every moment in Damien’s office. The way his fingers had been inside me. The way I had moaned his name like a desperate woman while grinding against him. The worst part wasn’t the shame — it was how badly I still wanted more.I hated myself for it.Two days passed with radio silence. No texts. No surprise meetings. Just the cold silence of our ongoing corporate war. I threw myself into work, trying to forget how his mouth felt on my breasts and how perfectly his fingers had curled inside me. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw his dark, hungry gaze staring back at me.On the third night, my phone rang at 11:47 PM. Unknown number. I knew who it was before I answered.“Come to my penthouse,” Damien said, his voice low and commanding the moment I picked up. “Now.”I should have hung up. Instead, I whispered, “Why?”“Because if I wait any longer, I’m going to lose my fucking mind
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