His hand slides down to cup my ass, pressing me against his aröusal. “You mean hörny? Because the feeling is very mutual.”
“Damon, we shouldn’t do this. You and I are very different people. You make me act wild.”
Damon laughs.
I'm tempted to smile, but I hold myself together. Smiling at him would be giving in, and I can’t afford that. Not now. Not when everything about Damon feels like a bad idea.
His lifestyle. His psychotic best friend, who’s so clearly in love with him. The way his touch ignites something reckless in me, something I never knew existed. The fact that he’s my boss. And worst of all—the fact that his sister had been sleeping with my husband.
“We should go to bed now,” I say. “So we can be refreshed for tomorrow.”
“The meeting isn’t until noon.” His fingers brush my
