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Patrick says something more on expanding the company, and Damon responds effortlessly as if he isn’t currently lighting my skin on fire.
My eyes flit around our group. From where we sit near the head of the table, no one can see Damon’s sneaky hand. I’m certain every exposed inch of my body is beet red, but two torturous words from earlier this evening blink through my mind.
Naughty girl.
And I do feel sinfully naughty as I answer him by pressing my knee closer. It’s a slight movement, but one he readily accepts as he casually massages my knee cap.
I grip my butter knife, sneaking a glance at Shaylea. Her blood red lipstick hasn’t budged a bit, but she’s also barely eaten anything. She stabs at her cake, playing with the chunk she cut off and ignoring the conversation between the men at the table.
Brandi gives me a wave from the other side of Chuck, who sits to my right, talking about the current baseball season to Walter.
If I knew I could confidently form words, I’d jump in with a few opinions of the Mets, Chuck’s favorite team. Instead, I quietly pray that Damon ends this torment sometime soon, or I’m going to need a bathroom break ASAP.
“I’d like to take a moment to say how thankful I am to have someone as capable and efficient as Damon as senior developer,” Vedant says. “He and his team led the entire OneDate project on their own, with very little help from me.”
Before Damon can reply, his boss offers a wink. “The scoundrel even met Kate through OneDate, didn’t you?”
Patrick’s eyes fly straight to mine. Something like excitement colors them. “Is that so?”
I’m pinned between Patrick’s and Damon’s attention. Except, it’s not the handsome CEO sitting across from us who has me blushing.
Suddenly nervous, I attempt to pull away from his palm, but his hold remains steady.
I swallow before answering Mr. Vance, all while the soft pad of Damon’s pinky finger slides back and forth against my inner knee.
“Y-yes, sir.” I fume when a quiet chuckle sounds from my date. “I saw his profile and knew instantly that I had to meet him.”
How I manage a level tone with tiny shocks licking up my legs amazes me.
“I’m not surprised. Just look at him,” Patrick says with a rattling laugh.
I don’t need to turn toward Shaylea to feel the disdain she’s throwing like knives.
“What was the first date the app chose for you two?” he asks.
Damon squeezes my skin, coaxing a hard rush of heat.
“I, um…”Can’t form a single thought with him touching me this way.
“Sand volleyball,” Damon supplies for me with his ring finger, followed by the rest of those teasing digits, gradually traveling upward.
I should stop this. I should stop this.
The game he’s playing is dangerous. But it’s been much too long since I’ve felt this sort of thrill, and every reckless part of me craves the depravity.
“That’s incredible that it matches the dates so accurately,” Patrick marvels.
Up that hand climbs until I start to break a sweat.
I’m clawing at the tablecloth, overcome with a throbbing need for him to touch me,now.
Aakesh beams proudly. “It took almost an entire year to nail down the specifications of that software, sir. But the outcome was more than worth it.”
The inside of my thigh twitches with core melting anticipation.
I wait until Patrick’s eyes leave me to murmur a near silent, “Please.”
My lips hardly move, but I know Damon hears my plea when he adjusts in his seat for a better reach. My panties are a mere finger stretch away, but still he toys with me, scoring my thigh with his nails instead of giving me what I’ve asked.
