Page 31 of The Naughty List

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It’s Monday morning and I feel giddy to get back to the office. After Damon came over on Friday night, I spent the night thinking about my feelings and what I want in life and a partner. I called my mom and spoke to her for almost three hours, not holding back. I spilled all our dirty laundry and told her my fears and concerns. It felt good to let it all out.

I step off the elevator and walk to my desk, placing my things in my drawer and logging in.

“Morning, Marge, have a nice Christmas?” I ask.

“Well, I ate too much and I’m broke again after shopping for my grandkids. What about you?”

I smile and nod. “Yeah, it was actually a great Christmas. Oh, and thanks again for letting me borrow your skirt and turtleneck,” I say, grabbing the freshly dry-cleaned outfit and handing it back to her.

I grab my iPad as I make my way to the kitchen, pouring myself and Damon each a cup of coffee. I knock softly on his office door, waiting for his prompt to enter this time.

“Good morning, sir,” I say, placing his coffee on the desk and taking a seat. I pull out my iPad to go over our schedule for the day.

“Good morning.” He takes the coffee, eyeing me for a moment. He’s nervous. I give him a small smile to ease his worry and I see his shoulders drop a few inches in relief.

The day passes quickly and without event. I can see him stealing glances here and there, probably trying to figure out my mood. I have to admit, it’s kind of fun having him on pins and needles all day. I wait until Marge and the rest of the admins leave for the day before walking slowly down the hall to Damon’s office. His door is open and I casually lean against the doorframe.

“Hey.” My greeting startles him. He looks up from the paper he’s holding and drops it onto his desk.

“Hey, yourself.” He smiles.

“I wanted to thank you for the letter, for explaining things and being so open with me. I really appreciate it. Truly.” He nods.

“Oh, one other thing,” I say and his eyes dart back up to mine.

“Yes?” he asks excitedly.

“Would you maybe want to grab dinner or a drink sometime?” I look at my nails, trying to play it supercool.

“Like a date?”

“Yeah, like a date,” I say, and a huge smile spreads across his face.

“Absolutely. When?”

“Friday night. We’ll talk specifics tomorrow.” I smile and walk back to my desk to grab my things and head home.

I’ve been home barely five minutes when I hear a knock at my door. Instead of looking through the peephole, I swing the door open and see Damon staring back at me.

“I couldn’t wait till Friday.” His words are rushed as he takes two large steps, closing the distance between us. He kicks the door closed as he grabs my arm and pulls me toward him, our lips crashing against each other.

The kiss is frenzied, his hands pulling at my coat that I’ve yet to remove. I mirror his actions, pulling his coat down his arms as he walks me farther into my apartment. He removes my coat, then reaching down, he grips the hem of my sweater and pulls it swiftly over my head, peppering kisses from my lips and chin down my neck to my breasts.

“I love you,” he says over and over again between kisses. I pull his face back, looking at him.

“I’m in love with you too.” He picks me up, our lips finding each other again as our tongues dance together. He carries me to the bedroom, slowly sliding me down his body as his hands roam, pulling at my clothes.

We finally manage to strip each other of every bit of clothing, our naked bodies in a tangled heap on the bed. I’m lying on my back, Damon above me. He sits back, staring down at me as he studies me.

“What?” I ask.

“Are you mine?” I nod my head yes. “Say it,” he says, dipping his head down and planting a soft kiss on each nipple. “Say you’ll be mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp as his lips wrap around a nipple and suck.

He spends the next hours teasing me, kissing, touching, and licking every inch of my body before making love to me over and over again.

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