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My heart, brain, and body were strumming their strings for three separate symphonies.
Damien was their unwitting conductor, directing them on different cadences. He supplied my body with the most solos, making sure it hit every note during sex, coercing a crescendo of pleasure each time.
He served my mind endless encores during our working hours, teaching me how to navigate and handle his twisted, filthy world.
My heart hardly ever played a note under him, though. It clamored for attention, begged for the chance to play whenever he lifted his baton for a new song, but he always served it silence.
AGREEMENT (N.)
ANY MEETING OF THE MINDS, EVEN WITHOUT LEGAL OBLIGATION
DAMIEN
Elizabeth hummed whenever she was frustrated.
It was a sexy, soothing sound that she punctuated with a soft “Hmmph,” whenever her eyes met mine.
It was also distracting as hell.
If we weren’t on such a tight deadline, I would’ve kicked her out of my office hours ago.
“Am I missing something, Elizabeth?” I asked. “You’re not talking to me.”
She shrugged, continuing to hum.
“I’m trying to be ‘vulnerable’ with you,” I said. “Did I do something wrong?”
She flipped a page and hummed louder.
“Okay.” I was done trying for the day. “I’m about to recite my closing argument for the Foster trial. I need you to give me your opinion.”
“No.” She finally stopped humming . “What Ineedis for you to finally say that we can’t work together and tell Mr. Hamilton.”
“Once again, am I missing something?”
“We had sex last night in your car during a stakeout, and then you bent me over this morning in my office.”
So, I’m definitely missing something.
“I don’t even know if you remember all the times that—” She shook her head. “That’s not the point. Point is, you just want to continue having sex on the side, right?”
“I’m not sure what you’re asking me,” I said. “Can you be a bit more blunt?”
“You don’t strike me as the relationship type.”
“I’m not.”
“Well, I’m not the casual sex type.” She shook her head. “As amazing as it is with you, I can’t handle that anymore.”
“Then what type of sex would you like?”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“I really don’t.” I shut my folder. “I need you to becompletely direct with me.”
“I can’t deal with all sex and no relationship.” She paused. “I thought I could, because I thought being your work partner would be enough, but it’s not, because I like you. I reallyreallylike you.”
“So, you want me to be yourboyfriend?”
