Page 67 of Remembering Passion

It was as I was pulling my blouse over my head that I heard the door open. Bringing my blouse in front of me, I held the material against my chest and met the navy-blue stare. “Damien, inappropriate. I can dress myself.”

His smirk radiated in his orbs as he closed the door, remaining within the cabin, leaned against the wall, and folded his arms over his chest. “You see, I decided to make sure you followed directions this time.”

“This” —I motioned between us— “isn’t what friends do.”

“Two separate things. I told you that. There is our campaign and then there is us.” He tilted his handsome face. “Multitasking.”

“Maybe Johnathon could give me an itinerary on when we’re work friends and when we’re multitasking. I’m having a bit of a problem keeping up.”

“I’m not.” He smiled and his tenor dropped. “Drop the shirt.”

It wasn’t fair the way my body reacted to this man. If he were anyone else, I would give him a piece of my mind and call HR. Yet there was something about Damien that caused me to lose all my good sense. Dropping the blouse, I faced him in my bra and skirt. The shoes I’d worn were kicked off, leaving my feet bare. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say that meeting Julia Sherman, the CEO of Wade Pharmaceutical, freshly fucked isn’t a good first impression.”

Lowering his arms, Damien walked toward me. “Does that mean we can fuck again?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Yes. Why are you asking?”

“At the hotel last weekend, when you cut me off, you said ‘no more of this.’ I took that to mean intercourse. After all, you haven’t had a problem with what we’ve done since then. I would be perfectly happy to let you ride my face or suck my cock because your lips are heavenly, but if actual fucking is back on the table, I want to know.”

“Shit, Damien,” I said, clasping my thighs together. My gaze narrowed. “Monday night, you didn’t push us farther or even touch me to make me come. That was because of what I said?”

He nodded.

“You actually listened?” I shook my head and walked a few steps. “I mean, you didn’t. I asked you not to call me.”

“I didn’t call—”

“Yes,” I interrupted. “You found a loophole. But the reason we were touching ourselves is because you were respecting a boundary?”

“Restraint,” he said with another smirk. “I want you. I know I can be demanding, but unlike last time, I want you to know I’ll try. I do respect you.” He lifted his cheeks into a full-wattage smile. “I also want to make you scream as I eat your delicious cunt.”

Warmth filled my cheeks. “I don’t know what to think.”

“It’s not complicated. I was a fool to let you go. I’ve made mistakes. This is a chance for me to prove to you that I’m sincere. And when I’m with you, I’m also hard as steel.” He ran his long finger over my neck, shoulder, and collarbone, down to between my breasts. “If you don’t think it takes restraint to not fuck you every minute, you’re wrong.”

My gaze followed his finger, and then I looked up. “Why did you disappear? You had me thinking there might be something between us. We went from an insane number of calls to you going MIA.”

Damien’s smile faded as he took a step back. “I wasn’t planning on talking about it.”

“If it’s another woman—?”

“I never cheated on you in the past. I sure as shit wouldn’t do that when I’m trying to win you back.”

“Then what?”

“My dad.”

My chest ached at Damien’s tone. “Your dad? Is he okay?”

“He should be. He had a heart attack. It was pretty bad. I flew to Florida.”

“Oh.” I took a step toward him. “I’m sorry. Is he still in the hospital? Why are you here?”

“I’m here because Sinclair is my responsibility. Do you remember when I became CEO—the probationary period?”

I thought back. “Yes. Isn’t that done?”

Damien shook his head. “Five more months. Dad is stable. Mom and Dani are with him. If I were in the hospital, even when I was a kid, and the great Derek Sinclair had a meeting, I could guarantee he’d take the meeting.”

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