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“I missed you too, baby,” I said in Void’s stomach, scratching him as I made my way to the kitchen. “It smells delicious.”
Damon was cooking red sauce with the same apron he wore at my place. He kissed Void’s head before he got fussy, and I let him sit on the floor.
“How are the girls?” he asked, stirring the pot full of bubbling water and pasta.
“They are well.” I pursed my lips, looking at him.
What’s holding me back?
I stepped closer and hugged him from behind. “Damon?” I whispered into his tee shirt that smelled like our detergent.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
He froze and a moment later relaxed, squeezing my hand. “I love you too.”
My smile widened as I hid my face in his back.
The End
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EPILOGUE
SUMMER
“What the fuck are you doing—”
My eyes widened and a small gasp escaped my lips when Damon wrapped his hand around my throat. His stormy gray eyes glared at me, his face dark.
“Shut the fuck up,” he said, his eyes lowering to my lips. I licked them. The hand around my throat tightened. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Before I could utter another word, his lips captured mine in a hot, fiery kiss. My hands came up to his shoulders to push him away, but when he angled his head to deepen the kiss, all my thoughts of pushing him vanished and instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
A small whimper elicited from my throat when he bit my bottom lip. My fingers curled in his hair. He groaned, angling my face to him as I pressed my body against his, feeling his wild heartbeat through the layers of clothes between us.
As if sensing my thoughts, he pulled away, removing his jacket. “Get rid of the dress,” he demanded, glaring at it as if it offended him.
If I was able to think and not feel the warmth in my abdomen, I would have attempted a snarky reply. But in my oh-my-fucking-god-Damon-aka-my-hot-boss-just-kissed-me state, I fumbled with the dress zipper.
“Not even a please, Summer?” I taunted, my voice breathy. “I thought you were a gentleman, Damon.”
I gasped when he turned me around and yanked down the zipper. “No.” His harsh whisper was warm against the shell of my ear. “I’m not a gentleman in bed.”
I shivered when his large hands lowered the dress. A sound of approval, a groan came out of his throat.
“But this is not a bedroom,” I said, looking over my shoulder to find him staring at my ass. Who knew that the prim-and-proper boss was an ass man? “It’s an office. Your office.”
His pupils dilated and goosebumps erupted all over my body when his hands slid over my back. “Then let me show you how ungentlemanly I am behind closed doors, Summer,” he purred, his voice gruff and deep.
My thighs clenched, and I pushed my body back in his arms, wanting him to touch me everywhere. Even though I hated him, I was deeply attracted to the man who confessed his love for me in front of cameras.
My filthy thoughts came to a halt when he pulled away. I instantly missed his hot touch and wanted to order him to hold me again when I heard him say,
“Bend over the desk.”
Words died in my throat, my heart pounding in my ears. I wanted to—God, I wanted to so badly. But the brat in me always won.
