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I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “Damian, we shouldn’t—”

“Shouldn’t?” He cut me off, stepping closer until the heat of his body was almost unbearable. “I’ve been thinking about this since the last time. Wanting you. Needing you.”

My breath hitched as he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. His touch was electrifying, setting my skin ablaze. “This is wrong,” I whispered, but even as I said it, I knew it was futile. The pull between us was too strong to resist.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “But you want this too. I can see it in your eyes.”

I couldn’t deny it. The way his gaze raked over my body, the way he made me feel—like I was the only woman in the world. “Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “I want you.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Damian’s lips crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. I melted into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as he devoured me. His kiss was rough, possessive, a stark contrast to the way his hands roamed my body with almost reverent tenderness.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his breath hot against my lips. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered, the words spilling out without hesitation.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest as he backed me up against the desk. Papers scattered to the floor as he lifted me onto the polished wood, his hands tugging at my dress. The fabric slid off my shoulders, pooling around my waist, leaving me exposed to his hungry gaze.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hands skimming over my bare skin. “So fucking beautiful.”

I shivered under his touch, the heat between my thighs growing unbearable. “Please, Damian,” I begged, my voice trembling with need.

His eyes darkened with desire as he pushed my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me completely naked before him. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Diana,” he promised, his fingers sliding between my legs.

I gasped at the sensation, my hips arching towards him. His touch was both gentle and insistent, driving me wild with every stroke. “Oh God,” I moaned, my head falling back as he worked me with expert precision.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive purr. “Let go for me.”

I couldn’t hold back, my body responding to his every command. The tension coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed me over the edge.

Before I could catch my breath, he was lifting me off the desk, his mouth capturing mine in another searing kiss. He moved us to the leather couch, his hands never leaving my body. “We’re not done yet,” he growled, his eyes blazing with need.

I barely had time to register his words before he was lowering me onto the cushions, his body pressing me down. He shed his clothes quickly, revealing the hard, muscular body I’d fantasized about for too long since he had me in his house.

When he finally joined me on the couch, the heat of his skin against mine was almost too much to bear. “Damian,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his back as he positioned himself between my legs.

He entered me with one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cried out at the sensation, the pleasure almost overwhelming. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Only mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my body arching into his. “Only yours.” Even if we both knew that was far from the truth and I’d be returning home to Robert tonight. He moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving me higher and higher. The world faded away until there was nothing but the two of us, lost in the heat and intensity of our desire.

“Come for me,” he growled, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts.

I shattered around him, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that left me breathless. Damian followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he found his own release.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Carmen

Apparently, group settings were now my thing, or at least that’s what Ava wanted me to believe. The pay for this one was too good to pass up. However, she forgot a very important detail about tonight’s client—it was an entire fucking hockey team.

I took a deep breath as I walked into the private suite, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses echoing around me. The energy was electric, the anticipation thick in the air. I squared my shoulders and put on my best confident smile, ready to face whatever awaited me.

Ava had prepped me for the night, but nothing could have fully prepared me for the sheer number of athletes filling the room. Tall, muscular, and brimming with testosterone, they turned as one to look at me, their eyes raking over my body with unabashed interest.

“Gentlemen,”” I greeted, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “I’m Carmen.”

A chorus of greetings followed, some more respectful than others. I moved deeper into the room, my hips swaying with practiced ease. This was my stage, and I knew how to play my part.

The team captain, a ruggedly handsome man with piercing blue eyes, stepped forward. “Carmen, it’s great to meet you. I’m Eric.”

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