Damien: Billionaire Bad Boy Romance by Ellen Harper Page B

as Damien paced back and forth in my kitchen. “I know I shouldn’t have come here,” Damien said. “I know this wasn’t a good idea, or a good decision.”
     
    “Are you going to fire me?” My voice was very small and my heart was thudding a fast tempo inside my chest. “I mean, I’m sorry, Damien. Please don’t fire me. I promise nothing will ever happen again, nothing between us—”
     
    My words were silenced as Damien grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, kissing me harder than I’d ever been kissed. While our previous two kisses had been passionate, this one was hungry in a way that spoke to how desperately Damien and I needed each other. I could only close my eyes and part my lips as his tongue slipped into my mouth, warm and comforting. Arousal exploded in my lower belly as Damien urgently slipped his hands under my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. I could feel my heart pounding with desire and anticipation as our kiss deepened and I stepped backwards towards the couch, pulling Damien with me. His hands were everywhere at once—on my exposed breasts, pulling and pinching at my nipples, stroking my bare back—until I felt like I could barely handle the intense sensation of his fingers on my body. Suddenly, I wasn’t cold anymore, I was hot. Eagerly, I kissed Damien and wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my hands in his hair that was much softer than it looked.
     
    “Bedroom,” Damien hissed in my ear. “Where’s your bedroom?”
     
    I stepped away from him and licked my lips, aware of the lusty way he was staring at my breasts. It didn’t even occur to me to feel shy or self-conscious. All I could think about was that someone as incredible as Damien wanted me . Panting, I stepped backwards. Damien followed close behind me, not leaving more than a foot of space between our bodies. As I fumbled with the faulty knob to my bedroom, Damien ripped his coat off, sending buttons scattering into all the corners of the living room.
     
    “Audrey,” Damien panted intensely. His grey eyes flashed with a lusty fire. “I need you.”
     
    I nodded. “I know,” I said softly. Suddenly, I was afraid again. We were about to have sex. Oh, stop thinking about that now! Damien isn’t anything like Peter!
     
    “Don’t be afraid,” Damien said softly. “I want to make sure you enjoy yourself as much as you did in my office.”
     
    It was like entering my bedroom had somehow shifted the balance of power between us. Suddenly, I was no longer in control. All I could do was wait and watch as Damien smoothly walked around me.
     
    “You are to say ‘red’ if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Damien said in a sensual whisper. He stepped closer, trailing his fingers along my neck and my bare shoulder. “Do you understand?”
     
    “Yes,” I whispered softly.
     
    Damien took his hand away and I cried out for want of more touch. “Yes, sir ,” Damien corrected me. “Always call me sir, especially in bed.”
     
    Shame burned my cheeks, but I was startled to discover an amazing feeling between my legs. Even though I thought his request was stupid and humiliating, my body reacted more strongly than I would have guessed. I could feel that I was getting wet, almost uncomfortably so. I shifted around in my sweatpants, making the wet crotch of my panties slide against my clit. It felt so good that I had to close my eyes and let out a little heavenly moan.
     
    Damien chuckled. Then he grabbed my wrists and held them high over my head. “You’re not to move again until I tell you to, is that clear?”
     
    I whimpered and nodded. “Yes, sir,” I said softly, keeping my eyes down on the ground. My arousal was building higher and higher and I wanted Damien to touch me so badly. I felt like I was going to explode if I somehow didn’t get his attention.
     
    “I’m going to strip you now,” Damien whispered. He slipped two warm hands into my sweatpants and tugged them down my