sex-me boss.

She rose from her seat and walked up to Damon. The latter squinted, not understanding why this girl was acting this way. He didn’t move, trying to see what she was up to. She moved her seat back and stared straight into his eyes. Damon had been dreaming about Olivia, and seeing her staring straight at him made him lose his nerve, even though he knew it wasn’t Olivia who was staring back at him. The latter began to unbutton his shirt and, disagreeing with her, he held her back by her wrists and she took the opportunity to sit astride him, touching his aching member just because he’d been thinking about Olivia.

-Let me make you feel good, Damon.

The only one who could make him feel good was Olivia and he didn’t want anyone else to touch him, especially not this Stephanie who just wanted to trick him into becoming his wife. Damon glared at her, but being ready to fight to the bitter end, Stephanie began to place kisses on his bare chest, which made him growl.

-You see, Damon, you like the way I make you feel.

-In your dreams, my dearest. Stop this at once or I’ll…

-I don’t know who this stupid girl is who makes you forget that I could give you pleasure, but she’s not worth it, Damon. We’re here, you and I, and you know I’ll do anything for you, so please don’t resist.

Damon looked her straight in the eye and huffed. Just the thought of Olivia being on the floor just below him made him suffer even more, especially knowing she was in Dubois’s field of vision. She didn’t like the guy at all, but he was still keeping her around just because he was competent when it came to work, but when it came to girls, he was also a Don Juan just like himself. Damon was already imagining that he’d pulled out his charm act in front of Olivia and shit, he finally growled. He wanted to forget her because he knew their relationship was going nowhere. Girls like Olivia Turner dreamed of Prince Charming and the perfect husband, but this wasn’t her life.

-I can see this girl intrigues you, so let me help you forget her, my love.

At this nickname, Damon frowned. He couldn’t remember when he’d become Stephanie Malcom’s love, but if she’d decided on her own, it was none of his business.

He took a deep breath and thought why not. After all, he wasn’t committed to Olivia and he wasn’t promising Stephanie anything either, so if she was willing to help him forget Miss Turner, that was the most important thing to him.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

She removed his shirt completely and placed her lips on his. He still believed Stephanie was the better kisser, but ever since the day he’d placed his lips on Olivia’s, he’d only dreamed of kissing her for the rest of his life. He sighed beneath the fact that even despite the fact that someone else was kissing him, he couldn’t stop thinking about that innocent kid.