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“There’s nothing wrong with you. Being sexy isn’t a crime.”
“Being in-your-face about it is, according to Dale. Apparently, I’m the kind of woman men want to fuck, but definitely not the one they take home to Mama.”
He muttered a curse, and then drew her close, holding her tightly in his arms. “I officially hate that son of a bitch.”
“He’s a politician. I was aware of what I was getting into. But I didn’t know how to not be the blunt, slightly outrageous person I’ve always been.” Frowning, she added, “I sure gave it my best shot at work, though. I played the good-girl role as if I’d invented it.”
“To prove him wrong after the breakup?”
“You already have me figured out, don’t you?”
“Getting there.” He traced the tips of his fingers across her jaw. “Can I admit, I’ve never been a fan of good girls?”
“Lucky for me.”
“No,” he whispered, “lucky for me. I like you just the way you are. Good and bad. Sweet and oh, so spicy.”
He leaned over and kissed her, his lips soft, warm. Sitting here in the sunshine, in his arms, sharing a kiss, she could almost forget there’d ever been any darkness in her life.
When they drew apart, he said, “I’m going to need an hour at my desk this afternoon. Do I have to tie you up to make sure you don’t leave?”
Her eyes glittered. “If you tie me up, you’d better stay with me to make it worth my while.”
He swallowed hard. Viv had never tried bondage, being far too strong to submit to anyone. But with him, well, she suspected Damien could make her love it. She was already putty in his hands—being forced to stay still and take whatever pleasure he chose to give her sounded like a perfect way to spend the day.
“Is that an invitation?”
“I thought you had work to do.”
“It won’t take long,” he said. “I just have to quickly set up a Super PAC and donate a shit-ton of money to you-know-who’s opponent.”
A merry peal of laughter escaped her mouth.
“You think I’m kidding?”
“Of course.”
“Baby, I’d buy an election to screw over the guy who hurt you in a heartbeat.”
“That’s one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever said to me,” she said, still amused. “But it’s not necessary. I’ve become a believer in karma—sometimes things work out the way they’re supposed to, and people get what they deserve.”
She, herself, was a prime example. She’d reacted pretty maturely to last week’s work fiasco, and everything had worked out all right. She had to believe that somewhere down the road, Dale would get what was coming to him, too.
“If you really want to stop me, you’re going to have to focus my mind on something else,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“Such as?”
“Maybe how gorgeous you’d look wearing nothing but the sunshine spilling in that window?”
She pointed. “That sunshine?”
“Uh-huh.”
Rising, she walked across the plush carpet and tapped a nail on the glass. “This window?”
“Yep.”
“I could do that.”
Moving slowly, she turned her back to him, focusing on the blue sky right outside. She breathed deeply as she untied the sash at her waist. Dipping her shoulder, she let the thick, plush robe glide down one arm, and then the other. She didn’t need to see or hear Damien to know he was watching her every move.
She felt powerful, a completely sexual being. Bringing up all that old darkness of her last relationship had actually made her realize something. She’d been playing good for so long—trying to please her ex, and then her employer. But there was something freeing in being bad, in giving in to her deepest, darkest urges. Damien aroused feelings in her she’d never experienced before, and while she had him in her life, she wanted to act on every single one of them. Even if they were wicked. Even if they made her the bad girl, the temptress, the vixen.
He liked the vixen. And screw it, so did she.
The robe fell with a whoosh to puddle at her feet, and she lifted both hands, pressing them flat against the glass window. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, letting the warmth of the morning bathe her skin. In the space of two breaths, she felt the heat of his body behind her.
“Are you distracted?”
“From what? I can’t remember a thing except how much I want you,” he mumbled, lifting her hair so he could place his mouth on the nape of her neck.
He moved closer, pressing against her. He’d dropped his robe, too, and all that hot, naked strength around her made her go weak in the knees. He seemed to realize it, because he reached around to hold her, his hand low on her belly. Gripping her even more roughly against him, he let her feel his body’s reaction.
