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I shove my hands back down, my fingers sliding across my clit faster as I pant, imagining Sebastian’s even, white teeth biting down on my skin, how it might mark me.
In my mind’s eye, Sebastian is taller and a bit broader than Dominic, but now he suddenly seemshuge, like he’s been hitting the gym.
At first, I just think my subconscious added the muscle, but then I realize instead of Sebastian’s handsome face looking down at me, it’sDamien’s.
I choke out a silent moan and shove two fingers into my entrance, chasing my orgasm, not caring that the man railing me in my fantasy is actuallythreemen, none of which I should ever be with.
When I come, I close my mouth tightly so no one can hear me, and finally relax into the water, able to finally enjoy my bath instead of feeling so restless.
I laugh at myself a little as I get out of the bath and start to towel off.
What was I thinking? That I could have all three of them?
Yeah. Dream on.
Chapter Six
DAMIEN
The Mondayafter the office get-together, everyone looks tired and slightly hungover. It seems like I’m not the only one that tied one on.
It makes me feel better that I’m not the only idiot here, but at the same time, I wish my whole office wasn’t in such a shitty mood.
Even Olivia seems snappy when I ask her how her morning is.
She just grumbles something and walks away with her coffee, brandishing it like a shield.
I shrug and go back to my work, and at lunch, I end up getting half my meatball sub on my white shirt.
I groan, standing up and unbuttoning it, tossing it in the wastebasket. That sauce will never come out, even at the dry cleaner.
A knock surprises me, and before I can call out to wait a moment, Olivia comes in, shutting the door behind her.
She whirls around to look at me and freezes, her eyes skating across my chest.
I hold up my hands to shield myself, my cheeks burning hot.
“Oh, shit.” She turns around, and I can see the blush creeping up her neck. “I’m sorry. What... What are you doing in here naked?”
I bark out a laugh. “Shirtless isn’t exactly naked, Olivia.”
“Well, what are you doingshirtless?”
“I spilled my lunch all over my shirt. Stop clutching your pearls, grandma. I have another one.” I pull on a T-shirt I have in my gym bag, and she turns around, clearing her throat.
“What size is that, extra small?” she asks dryly, and I snort out a laugh.
“You want to stop talking about my body and tell me what you need?”
She runs a hand through her hair, and it gets stuck halfway. She seems annoyed, shaking it out.
“I wanted to talk to you about Titan. About this merger.”
I sigh heavily. “Olivia, we’ve been over this.”
“I don’t want to do it.”
I sigh.
