“This can’t happen again, Camilla.” Is he serious? He had just used my mouth—roughly, unapologetically—and now he was standing there telling me it couldn’t happen again? Why? “Why, Damien?” I stepped closer, grabbing his tux jacket. “I thought you liked it.” He let out a breath and gently removed my hands, holding them away from him. “Your father is my friend. You know that,” he said. “This is wrong.” “Wrong?” I laughed, sharp and disbelieving. “You just fucked my mouth. Your best friend’s daughter, in case you’ve forgotten. And you enjoyed it. You were moaning.” “Stop it,” he snapped, his voice tightening. “Camilla, stop. That was wrong. You’re my best friend’s daughter, and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you.” “Advantage?” I echoed, laughing again. “You think that’s what that was?” “Listen,” he said, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “You’re a beautiful young woman. I admire you. But this can’t work. You know that. If your father finds out—” “I do
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