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Damian heard her lock the outer door behind her as she came in, and his heart leapt to his throat. He’d taken off his shirt and belt in anticipation of her arrival, and he was standing when she strode in, red hair floating around her like a burning halo. She was wearing his own tan-colored trench coat belted tightly around her waist, and her eyes were alive with fire as she looked into his eyes.
Becca unwound the belt and let the coat fall to the floor, revealing her naked body in all its glory. Her tear drop shaped breasts swung as she stepped toward him, and he started to push his pants to the floor just as she reached his side of the desk.
Becca met his eyes and smiled, flashing him her dimples as she stretched up on tip toes to wrap her arms around him. Her stomach brushed his erection, and she giggled. “Someone’s happy to see me.”
Damian slid his palms against the warm curve of her ass and pulled her soft body against his. “I’m always happy to see you, Becca. I want you, and I love you.”
Her mouth fell open, and Damian realized he’d never said it aloud before now. He wondered if he should take it back, but he couldn’t do it without feeling like he was lying, so he waited for her to speak with his heart hammering in his chest. There was fear in her eyes, but something else, too—and it was slowly taking over and warming her gaze until her dimples returned, and she smiled again.
“I love you, too,” she said softly, and Damian saw at once that she meant it. His heart cracked open, and he lifted Becca with both hands and lowered her body to the desk, raking his eyes down the curve of her body as he pressed his engorged cock against her already slick folds.
Becca pressed her hips upward as Damian leaned forward, sinking himself inside her slowly, so that her walls quivered as they swallowed his shaft. Damian leaned his body against hers, relishing the press of her round breasts against his hard chest as he hilted himself inside her. He gasped and thrusted again, grinding his weight against her clit as he moved.
“Oh,” she breathed against his ear. “God, Damian. You feel…perfect.”
Becca’s strong thighs locked around his waist as he slowly drew back and pushed his shaft inside her again. His body was on fire with pleasure, but he fought to pace himself as he slipped inside her over and over again. Damian gazed down at Becca’s face, her features a picture of rapture as he slipped out of her and surged forward again, pressing against her g-spot as his strokes grew harder and faster.
Damian buried his face in the soft curve of her neck, fingers pulling and twisting on the point of her nipple. He’d never felt anything so incredible, and he was sure he’d never feel it again, so he needed to make it last as long as possible. Becca’s sharp, delirious cries spurred him as he drove his hips against hers, and Damian felt controlled as he pounded her body harder and faster against the desk, but the gentle squeeze of her body was too intense to resist for long.
“Becca!” Damian called, digging his fingers into her breasts as his member rocketed between her thighs, slick with her wetness. “Becca, I’m coming!”
“I’m coming!” she screamed at the same time, throwing her head back as she shouted her pleasure to the ceiling. “Damian! Oh, Damian!”
She bucked her hips upward and screamed a final time, just as he exploded inside her spasming walls. Damian saw stars as he slumped over her body, pushing himself against her weakly as her cries softened and lowered in pitch.
Damian kissed her as he pulled out, handing her a towel he’d kept by the desk for this occasion in particular.
Becca giggled at the gesture. “Thank you. You’re prepared.”
Damian pulled out a towel of his own. “Damn right I am.”
The intercom chimed, and Victor’s voice issued into the room. “Hey, boss? I need you. Alone.”
Damian raised his eyebrows and laughed. “Wow, that sounds serious. Think we got caught?”
Becca smiled as she pulled the trench coat over her body, but it was distracted. “What?”
Damian laughed. “I’ll let you collect your thoughts.”
He finished dressing and walked out to his outer office to find Victor standing near the door, his expression grim.
Damian frowned. “Did we hit the intercom button? Did everyone hear us?”
Victor shook his head and held out a manila file folder. “Look at this.”
Damian was disconcerted by Victor’s attitude and opened the folder without question, flipping through the pictures and sheets of paper as he spoke.
“Looks like you were targeted,” Victor said. “But not just in general—someone was trying to embarrass you. Ruin you.”
Damian’s eyes skidded over emails between someone named Falcon and a series of people who only went by their initials. They were all discussing various plots to take his company down, shame him publicly, and hurt him—but why? These people had personal knowledge of him and his family members…as well as his old friends from school, Jack, Roger, and Ian, who were mentioned there by name. So someone is targeting some tech brats?
Damian looked up, the confusion clear on his face. “What do we do with this?” he asked. “It seems like this is your arena. Find out motive, turn this in, that kind of thing.”
The door opened behind him, and Victor looked uncomfortable. “One of the people conspiring against you was actually someone they recruited, and they pulled out early. I thought that was odd, so I did some digging…they only went by B. But there’s a series of pictures there, of them meeting and handing over a small device that was probably used to hack into the system.”
Damian went through the pictures again, more slowly this time. Victor was watching him, so he assumed he’d know it when he saw it—and he did.
It was Becca.
He turned around to find her standing before him, tears streaming from her eyes. She already knew.
“Did you just fuck me because you knew you were about to get caught?”
Becca winced at his phrasing and took a few steps toward him. “N-no! Damian, it’s not like that—”
“Then what is it like?” he spat. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Becca held up her hands, as if in defense. “They told me you had something to do with a human trafficking ring,” she said softly. “A few tech giants are, they’ve proven it to me and a few others—and they thought you were one of them.”
“So you attacked my company?” Damian shouted. “You planted that bug on my phone with that little device, didn’t you? Used the moment to get what you wanted. Why not just call the cops?”
“The police weren’t cooperating!” Becca said, stretching her arms toward him. “They weren’t listening to us! And Damian, I only planted that device because I thought you were in on it, and they needed to make you vulnerable so you’d come forward—” Becca sobbed. She pressed her hands over her mouth and took a deep breath before dropping them. “They were going to use me to do it. But then… I fell in love with you,” she said gently, resting a hand on his arm. “I did, Damian—I love you so much.”
Damian was shaking his head. “Fuck no.”
Becca’s eyes were wide with terror and pain. “Damian, please, let me make this up to you—”
“You can’t,” Damian cut in, and the finality of his tone made her stop short. “You betrayed me. I don’t forgive after that.” He looked at Victor. “Get her out of here.”
The heartbreak on her face was sharp enough to slice his veins. Becca screamed as Victor pulled her back. “Damian!”
He turned away from her cries, stone cold from the feeling of betrayal that now wracked his soul.