Free Warped by Alicia Taylor

his to find a smug smirk gracing his gorgeous face.
    I wish he wasn’t so fucking good looking.
    “I don’t have time for this... get it done before I have to come over there and sort it myself...” I tune out his conversation and take in all that is Damon Hunt. His strong jaw moves as he speaks, his plump lips stretching and forming words, keeping me mesmerised.
    His facial hair needs a trim, needs shaping back to the perfect stubble that I know feels amazing rubbing against my skin.  His olive complexion showcases the depths of his brown eyes, the eyes that so often hold me captive in their stare. The small teardrop scar just below and to the side of his right eye calls for me to kiss and lick it.
    I take a step towards Damon to do just that, then remember I was only popping in to tell him I’m on my way out. I need to keep my head on straight if I’m going to meet Tom on time.
    I move to his desk and perch on the edge, swinging my legs as I wait for him to finish his call. He stands in front of me and my hand instantly reaches for his waist. A small smile creeps across his face as he slowly runs his hands up my thighs, taking my skirt with them. My body instantly trembles, and my core heats, as I rest my forehead against his hard chest.
    What the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t want him like this. He doesn’t deserve anything but pain and suffering.
    “See to it that it gets done... keep me updated of the outcome... yes,” Damon’s deep voice vibrates through his body as his hands continue to climb. “I want you to personally sort this James. I’m holding you responsible.”
    This man makes me want him with just one touch, one word, but I can’t let him distract me. I can’t let him have that power. I drop my hand back into my lap and take a deep breath. I move my hand to halt his in the trek to the apex of my thighs, needing to stop this before it gets started.
    He can’t have control.
    Damon shifts, bringing his other hand up to gather my hair in a fist. He gently tugs, pulling my head back so he can look at me. I avert my gaze, not wanting to see his smouldering, melted chocolate brown eyes. My self control isn’t that good. I’ll end up being late meeting Tom and I can’t let that happen.
    “Make it happen, fast.”
    Damon ends the call abruptly, not even saying goodbye, and moves his hand to my chin, lifting it so I’m looking into his eyes.
    “Good morning beauty.” His tone softens as he speaks quietly to me. He moves his mouth down closer to my face and runs little kisses across my jaw, changing the pressure of each stroke of his lips against my skin. I close my eyes and hold my breath as his mouth sweeps across my cheek before settling firmly on my mouth.
    Grabbing my hips, Damon pulls me forward, bringing me flush against his hardening length. My knickers dampen and my nipples pebble as I feel every hard inch of his body pressed against mine. He nips and licks at my mouth, asking for permission to enter. I grant his wish by parting my lips on a moan. He thrusts his tongue into the warm recess of my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine. The kiss starts to turn too heated so I pull my mouth away, taking a moment to steady my breathing.
    Damon does this to me. He makes me forget everything, turning my body into his own personal toy when he touches me. I look into the rich brown chocolate of his eyes, and see concern. He knows I never pull away from a kiss. He knows I can’t pull away from his luscious lips when they’re pressed against mine.
    Time to drop my bomb.
    “I’m sorry. I’m meeting Tom. I can’t stay long,” I tell him. At the mention of Tom's name Damon visibly stiffens. His back goes rigid and his hand clenches at my side, just as I expected.
    I press my hands flat against his bare muscular chest, push him back a step, and stand so I’m more at his level. I need to get him to understand, need to get him under control. I lift my hand to his face and caress his cheek.