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I swear, if she keeps it up, I’ll be fully hard again in no time flat. “That’s it, Piper. Grind down on my dick, baby. Come for me.”

And she does, in magnificent, astounding, fucking-fantastic fashion. Her body practically convulses with it, and I swear the neighbors on both sides probably heard her scream my name.

Neither of us seems to have any desire to move after that. Piper falls asleep on my chest with my fingers stroking gently down her back, my cock still inside of her. All I can do is smile contentedly and hold her. Against her temple, I whisper, “I’m in love with you, Piper.”

Saying it out loud while she’s sleeping is one thing; figuring out how to tell her when she’s not in an orgasm-induced sleep is another.

Chapter 33

Piper

Well, who knows what on earth this is all about. The day had crawled by as I’d alternated between giddy happiness every time Damon’s eyes met mine with a secret look just for me and anxious nervousness when I’d looked ahead to this afternoon’s meeting.

I’ve decided to go straight to the office, bypassing our workroom. I’ll share whatever this is all about with Damon as soon as I get done. One of the things we’d agreed on was no secrets between us. Nothing but honesty and trust. It’d been an easy pact to make with him, with the singular exception of one tiny thing I haven’t let him know about yet. I think he’ll be happy about it—at least, I should hope so. It’s what he’s wanted.

Oh. And we’ll definitely be deactivating our Tryst accounts. No need for that when I work one desk over from Prof.M. every day. That thought alone makes me smile.

I’m still grinning when I walk into the office. I get the main secretary’s attention and point back toward the administrative hallway. “I have a meeting with Principal Smith.”

“Go on back, honey, they’re all waiting for you.”

My eyes shift toward the principal’s office, then back to the secretary. A tiny crease works its way between my brows, but I clam up and don’t say anything. They’re all waiting?

They’re all waiting makes me feel like someone else is in the meeting, too. My teeth worry my lip all the way back to the closed door and I have no idea what or who is waiting for me behind it. I give a quick rap to it and wait.

“Come in.”

I open the door and peek inside to find Mrs. Smith, Jake, and much to my surprise, Damon. When my eyes land on him, I know my confusion is clear as a bell on my face and it makes me hesitate in the doorway. “Sorry, am I here at the right time?”

“Yes, of course, Ms. Mathison. Have a seat.” She gestures to the lone empty seat in the room. As I walk toward it, both Jake and Damon stand, waiting for me to have a seat before they return to theirs. “Okay, we can get started, then. Mr. Madero, Ms. Mathison—Mr. Jones has brought it to my attention that you’ve both decided against the department chair position.”

I blink. I can’t have heard that right. Damon backed out? “I’m sorry, did you just say we both decided against it?”

Damon groans and gives a low chuckle. “I can’t believe this.”

Mrs. Smith looks back and forth between us. “I’m sorry, did I misunderstand?”

Jake shakes his head. “No, that’s the request they both made last week. I’ve been scratching my head over it for days now, but I didn’t think it was fair to put pressure on either of them. I wasn’t sure what was behind their decisions.” Jake shrugs, then laces his hands together, resting them on his stomach as he sits back in his chair.

“Well. Obviously, with neither of you wanting the position, that puts us in a bind. Kent Burgess and his wife have a new baby at home, and he isn’t in a position to make the commitment at this time. We can’t in good conscience put the new hire replacing Jake in the position to head up the department.” She shrewdly looks between the two of us. “What if we were to offer it as a split position? Would you consider being co-department chairs?”

I press my lips together and shut my eyes for a second. When I open them, Damon’s eyes are on me.

“What do you think, Ms. Mathison? Would we be able to work well enough together?”

I swallow. “I don’t know, Mr. Madero. Do you think we could?”

Jake laughs. “Like I told Mrs. Smith, you argue more than any pair I’ve ever seen, but you also get things done. Seriously, you are two of the smartest, hardest-working, most forward-thinking people I’ve come across in a long, long time. When you both backed out, I hadn’t yet made a decision. I have no clue who I would have ended up choosing. You’d both do a fine job, but—”

Damon leans forward in his chair, resting his forearms on his thighs as he addresses Mrs. Smith. “Would Ms. Mathison and I be able to have just a moment to talk this over?”

“Certainly. The conference room is open.”

He stands and holds a hand out to help me up. I gaze into his eyes, drowning in what I see there. Adoration. My heart pumps double-time as I take his hand and stand, allowing him to usher me out of the office and next door.

Damon opens the door to the conference room and waves me in first, then shuts it behind us. He leans back against the door, arms crossed, and I just know he’s waiting for me to say something. I settle my hands on my hips, my lower lip caught between my teeth. For a few seconds, our gazes connect, openly challenging the other to say something.

Finally, it seems Damon can’t stand it anymore. He steps forward, yanking me against him, and kisses me hard. His hands cradle my head, holding me where he wants me as his masculine lips move over mine. I make a little noise in the back of my throat. I’m desperate to show him the depth of my feelings for him. I want him to understand I’d do anything, give up anything for him. I need him to know I will do whatever it takes to make this work between us, so long as I can have him for my own.

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