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worth the aggravation.”
    “True.” I managed a smirk and a wink. “See you again on Monday?”
    “Only if the lottery doesn’t hit.”
    Our customary farewells did very little to soothe the real sting of rejection I’d experienced. So I found it much easier to pretend that afternoon with Damian Black didn’t really exist.
    I nodded whenever I passed him in the main hall, eyes trained several inches to the right of his face. Anytime I called down to IT, I made sure I requested Malcolm since “he’s so familiar with my machine.” The few times Damian had come instead, I breezed through explaining my issue before leaving with a variation of “I’ve got an engagement. Just leave a note with instructions if you have to come back to get it running.”
    Which he never did because it was always fixed the first time.
    I eventually let my humiliating rejection slide back into the cramped corner of my mind where all things mostly-forgotten went. A few dates with a doctorate candidate followed by a night of good sex did wonders for my wounded pride.
    The morning after found me passing Damian as I did everyday. If I looked at my watch, I’d know it would be 8:47am. Our routine never varied. Coming from opposite ends of the narrow hall, it took me a dozen steps to reach the point of impersonal acknowledgment. I surprised myself by looking him in the eye as I nodded with a bright smile.
    Damian’s murmur stopped me in my cheerful tracks.
    He did not say what I think he just said. No freakin’ way.
    I whirled about, noting the rigidity of his gloriously wide back. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”
    He exhaled loudly before turning to face me. “Are you so filled with cream that you can’t hear properly either?”
    Fuck no he didn’t just say that!
    I couldn’t have heard him right but what I thought I heard was too scandalous to contemplate. Because of that I vaguely wondered if his dress shirt matched the crimson splotches surely marring my cheeks, ears, and neck. I resisted patting my face to test the heat of my skin.
    Straightening my shoulders, I looked up and asked crisply, “Excuse me? What did you just say to me?”
    No shame or remorse flickered across his patrician features. “So you did hear that. Good.” Damian ate the distance between us with two steps. His predatory smile stripped away my indignation. He leaned closer, careful to whisper in my ear, “I also said you disappoint me.”
     

9
     
    My kiss ignited the fire always burning just under the surface of our interactions. As always, our sex was raw and a touch violent. There were no sweet caresses or whispered promises of love or adoration.
    It frightened me. Not because I was afraid of Damian, never that, but because of how much I lost myself to the carnal domination that he exerted every time I entered his sexual sphere.
    Now ensconced in his darkened bedroom, loud slurps followed by long sweeps of his tongue became a symphony of my masochistic regret. I straddled Damian’s face, unable to see his exquisite expressions because of the blindfold. I shifted, feeling off-balance until Damian secured my wrists tightly within his large hands.
    “I have you, Risa. You’re not going anywhere.”
    Things were different again but not unfamiliar. I was currently being rewarded but it was a transaction I had to pay for dearly. Discipline and emotional distance always came first and only then did Damian croon the words I ached for.
    He was incredibly sweet. Pleasure poured over me, thick and drugging. My soft, pleasured cries increased in tandem with the suction of his mouth.
    “Your pussy tastes so good, Risa. I can’t wait to see it stretched around my cock.”
    His dirty talk shocked me the first time I’d heard it. Damian’s exacting mannerisms precluded the concept of impropriety. The crude words made a liar of his methodical façade and fascinated me all the more.
    “Fuck my face. Move your hips. Yes, just like that!”
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