Page 123 of Sexting the Boss

One hand cups her face, the other slips between her thighs, finding her already hot and eager. Her head falls back, a ragged sound catching in her throat.

“Damien,” she murmurs, half-pleading.

“Shh,” I breathe, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her neck.

Her hands fumble at my belt, and I shift just enough to help her, mind clouding with need as she frees me. There’s a split second where reality intrudes—where I wonder if we should find somewhere more secure—but the hunger in her eyes kills that thought instantly.

I hook her underwear aside, and she inhales sharply, hips rocking forward to meet me. My breath catches, blood roaring in my ears, and with a muted groan, I thrust inside her.

She bites back a cry, arms cinching around me as her body tenses, adjusting to the intrusion. Dust from the shelves drifts around us, but I barely notice. Her legs squeeze my butt, and I nearly lose my mind at how perfect she feels.

We set a rapid, punishing pace—no time for caution, no space for gentle exploration. It’s raw, unhinged, every thrust pushing her against the rattling metal shelves. She muffles her gasps against my shoulder, teeth grazing my skin.

“You’re mine…all mine,” I pant into her ears, voice shaking as my cock throbs inside her hot, wet cunt.

Her only response is a desperate moan that sends a jolt through my entire body.

I grasp the back of her neck, pressing our foreheads together. Her walls clench around me, and I feel her breathing hitch, body taut with impending release. The frantic noise she makes sets me off. I slam my mouth to hers, swallowing her cries as we both topple over the edge.

Shock waves pulse through me, lighting every nerve. She trembles, fingers digging into my back, and I hold her tight, eyes squeezing shut while the moment stretches.

It’s only when I finally manage to open them again that I see her face—her cheeks stained pink, lips parted, eyes glistening with unshed tears or maybe pure adrenaline.

My chest constricts.

Neither of us speaks right away.

We’re too breathless, too overwhelmed.

The shelves creak under our combined weight, and somewhere, a box slides to the floor with a soft thud. I exhale, adjusting my grip on her legs, and she slowly unwinds from me, feet touching the floor.

Her skirt falls back into place, hair wild around her flushed face. She won’t look at me, eyes darting around the small space as if searching for an escape route.

I gently tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze.

My heart still pounds, but the anger has ebbed.

I brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “Block me all you want. I’ll find you.”

Her eyes flicker with exasperation, but also a flicker of amusement, of tenderness.

We stand there for a beat, both struggling to find words. Dust motes swirl in the stale light, the air thick with our mingled breaths.

She shifts, her expression torn.

I open my mouth to say something—anything.

But all that comes out is a quiet, rough, “You’re mine.”

And the look she gives me in return feels like a yes and a maybe all at once.

19

SASHA

I’m practically floatingas I make my way back to my desk, a heady mix of confusion, relief, and leftover adrenaline buzzing in my veins. I’m still outraged at Damien for causing such a scene, but somehow, I’m also light-headed from the memory of his mouth on mine, his hands all over me, the hungry way he looked at me.

God, I’m a mess.

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