Kayla
The mattress sank as Damien moved in close, his palm finding my leg beneath the covers. "I think you just need some proper motivation."
I peeked out from under one eyelid. "You're already in your suit."
"Suits can be taken off." His hand wandered higher, his fingers teasing the hem of my shorts.
I swatted him away. "Nice try, but you're dressed and ready. I'm not going to be the reason you look like a wrinkled mess for your first meeting."
He hovered over me, his voice dropping to a low, rough whisper against my ear. "The suit doesn't matter, Kayla."
"It does to me. You look way too sharp to ruin it now."
"Get out of bed in thirty seconds," he warned, "or I'm going to make sure you're too busy to leave this room for a long, long time."
I gave him a playful smirk. "Is that a t
