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  Lily shook her head. “Definitely not,” she said as she grabbed a plate and helped herself to some of the steaming garlic shrimp and paella. “I’m starving.”

  “What brought you to San Francisco?”

  She shrugged, swallowing a bite of rice. “I wasn’t going anywhere before. If I got a good job, it would have been through nepotism. The town I lived in was so small that if you didn’t fit in, you were an outcast. I wanted to feel like I was in charge of my own life.”

  “That’s impressive,” I told her honestly. “Do you think it’s working out?”

  Lily looked into my eyes. I felt my heart start to thud again my chest. “No,” she said, looking down. “Not particularly. But I haven’t been here for long. I’m sure things will work out.”

  “Do you have a boyfriend?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I was dating someone, Scott,” she teased. “But it didn’t really work out when I moved.”

  “I deserved that.”

  “Sorry,” she said, blushing again in this adorable way that made me want to crush her against me. “He just grills me all the time about it.”

  “Make it up to me,” I heard myself say before I could even think about the words. “Go out with me on Saturday.”

  She stared at me. “Really? I’m your partner’s assistant. Isn’t that some kind of conflict of interest?”

  “Do you really think Scott would let a rule like that stay in place?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable. “Of course not!” I said, not giving her time to reply. “So I can pick you up on Saturday?”

  “All right,” Lily agreed, leaning back in her chair. She reached forward and grabbed a tray of olives, popping a few into her mouth. “I feel like this honestly can’t be any more unprofessional than everything else that happens around here.”

  Chapter Four

  Lily

  “I had a weird dream,” I said casually to Damien as we lounged on the deck of his sailboat. His “surprise date” had been boating, and I couldn’t have been happier about it. I hadn’t been on a boat since I was a teenager, and it was like Damien had read my mind about what would make me happy. Then again, if I was being honest with myself, most single women would probably like it if a Armani underwear model took them sailing.

  “Yeah?” He asked, turning towards me and looking at me over the tops of his sunglasses. His steely green eyes caught me off guard as usual – I couldn’t stare into them without wanting to kiss him. Our day had been incredibly pleasant and charged, but I could tell that he was holding back a little bit with me. There were a few times when he’d brushed my arm with his hand and I didn’t think it was accidental. It’s weird: I knew that with anyone else, I’d be kind of peeved if they kept touching me, but with Damien, I felt a little shock of electricity every time.

  “Yeah,” I mused, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. The sun felt divine on my skin, and the damp salty smell of the ocean was enough to lull me to sleep. “I dreamed I was you, if that’s not too creepy to admit.”

  Damien’s eyed flew open. I felt myself blush and look away. Stop being a freak, Lily, I warned myself. Most guys would run screaming if you told them you had a dream ABOUT them.

  “Sorry,” he apologized, obviously seeing my reddened face. I swallowed hard and reached for a glass of ice water that lay next to my chaise. After he’d sailed out into the bay, we’d stripped down to bathing suits and basked in the sun. Damien had an incredibly body, he was all lean muscle and tanned skin. His trunks hung perilously low on his hips and I couldn’t look at his lower abs without blushing. He had a perfect pelvic ‘V’ and the longer I stared, the more I wanted to run my tongue along it. Damien jerked me out of my deliciously sexy thoughts with a cough. “Lily?” He asked, staring at me. “Are you listening?”

  I flushed again and shook my head.

  “This is incredible,” I remarked to Damien. He’d called the assistant (of course there was a boat assistant) to set lunch out for us, and I couldn’t believe the incredible spread. There was a ton of fresh fruit and deli meat and cheese, plus sliced avocado and caviar.

  He looked at me with a weird expression on his face. “You’re incredible,” he replied, reaching over and finally taking my hand in his. I blushed. The feel of his skin felt incredibly good against mine, and I couldn’t help grinning.

  “I like you too,” I admitted. “But I’m still not sure this is a good idea.”

  “It’s fine,” Damien said breezily. “Don’t even worry about it.”

  “Has this ever happened before?” I asked, turning in my chaise to look at him. Despite the fact that I’d never heard anything about him having a girlfriend, I knew the way the women in the office stared at him.

  “No.” Damien’s tone was short, and he squeezed my hand as he talked. He raised an eyebrow. “Besides, what exactly do you mean?”

  I bit my lower lip, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. Just when I was trying to think of the wittiest possible thing to say, Damien leaned over and kissed me. It was the most incredible kiss I’d ever felt. His lips were smooth and dry, and up close he smelled spicy and woodsy and a little bit like wine.

  “Mmn,” I moaned into his mouth as he parted my lips with his tongue. Damien wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap with surprising ease. Doing something so naughty in broad daylight sent a shiver of arousal and desire down my spine and I found myself grinding eagerly against Damien’s hips. Damien groaned softly into my mouth and I ground my hips against him. My dress had risen practically to my waist and as we kissed, Damien trailed his hands down my back and caressed my bare legs. I shivered as I felt light scratches from his fingernails on my thighs.

  Damien softly broke the kiss and nudged my head to the side before kissing and nibbling his way down my neck. I gasped with pleasure and tangled my hands in his luxuriant brown hair. The thrill of being so close to him was making every nerve in my body. Whatever nervousness I’d felt before he kissed me had disappeared, but I felt a touch of anxiety when he slid his hands under the hem of my dress. Squirming on his lap, I leaned forward and gently sucked his earlobe. Damien made an enthusiastic murmuring sound and pushed my hem up even further, exposing my white cotton panties.

  Pulling away from him, I looked into his eyes. “Is this okay?” I asked nervously, biting my lower lip.

  Damien responded by kissing my passionately. He nibbled and sucked on my lower lip and I moaned softly into his mouth. “This is what I’ve wanted to do since I first laid eyes on you,” he told me.

  I blushed and bit my lip.

  “You look beautiful,” Damien told me. “Just relax.” He picked me up off his lap and set me down on the hardwood floor of the yacht. I watched as his fingers nimbly unbuckled my heels and tossed them on the floor. He looked at me, clearly waiting for approval, and I nodded enthusiastically.

  “I want to,” I told him shyly. Damien kissed my feet and moved up my body, kissing my bare legs. I spread them for him, marveling at the feelings shooting through my body. Every time he kissed my skin, I felt warmth blossom on the spot where his lips had been. Damien kissed the tops of my thighs and gently nudged my legs apart with one of his wrists. When I complied, he slipped his hands under the waistband of my panties and tugged them down so I was naked from the waist down. I blushed as he pulled them over my ankles and tossed them on the floor.

  I could feel the area between my legs pulsing with anticipation as Damien moved closer and closer. He eased my legs further apart and crouched between them. The feeling of his warm breath on my sensitive skin made me wriggle and thrash around, and Damien held my hips firmly in place. He looked up at me and winked and my heart began to thud so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest.

  Damien kissed and licked the insides of my thighs. The sensation was both intensely pleasurable and ticklish and I writhed around on the seat with my hands buried in his hair. He licked at my wet pussy and then blew on the damp skin, making me shiver
. I moaned his name as he finally plunged his tongue inside of me, circling it around my swollen clit until I was begging for mercy. Slowly, he pushed a finger inside of me and began to pump it in and out while he licked and sucked at my sensitive flesh.

  Pleasure shot through me in a powerful wave and there was a warm feeling coiling in my lower belly. I wriggled and moaned and spread my legs as far as I could. My dress bunched around my waist and I pulled it up even higher to allow Damien more access. He slid another finger inside of me and I groaned loudly. My orgasm was building and building and I ground my hips against Damien’s face, desperate for more pleasure. Just when I felt myself about to come, he pulled away and grinned at me.

  “No,” I moaned softly. “I want you now, Damien.”

  Damien climbed off the seat and rapidly unbuckled his pants, kicking them down around his ankles. He was clad in briefs that were straining at the front with a massive bulge, and I felt a chill go down my spine as I imagined him sliding into my soaked pussy. He stared at my body appreciatively and licked his lips as he pulled down his briefs. Naked, he was so beautiful. He looked like a Roman god, and I reached out to pull him down on top of me. Instead, Damien sat back down and picked me up. He set me down on his lap with my legs spread. Gently, he took my chin in his fingers again.

  “Are you okay, Lily?”

  I blushed. “Yes,” I whispered. “But Damien…I’m a virgin,” I added. I looked away, feeling ashamed. I knew that all of the other women he’d slept with were likely experienced – not like me at all.

  “Do you trust me?”

  I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered. Damien kissed me deeply and pushed his hips closer to me. I felt the head of his cock nudge at my pussy and I spread my legs further to the side to allow him greater access. Damien let out a deep groan as he slid inside of me. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me close so that his pelvic bone was pressing against my clit. The sensation was incredibly intense and I let out a yelp as I began to rock back and forth on his lap.

  Damien’s massive erection filled me completely and I could feel him clenching his muscles and rocking along with me in a steady rhythm. The feeling of warmth in my belly grew and grew and soon I was holding my breath and riding him with wild abandon. Every time he plunged inside of me, my body was racked with waves of pleasure. Damien buried his face in my neck and bit hard and I yelped. He reached around and dug his fingers into my ass cheeks. I squealed and ground against him until I felt myself start to spasm with uncontrollable pleasure. As I came, I rode him hard and fast. I closed my eyes and whimpered his name over and over again. Damien grabbed my chin and looked deeply into my eyes.

  “You’re amazing,” he panted as he thrust deep inside of me. I was so sensitive from coming that I cried out loudly. Damien groaned and gasped as his cock jerked and twitched inside of me. We didn’t break eye contact the whole time and after he came, I stayed on his lap, panting heavily.

  Damien lightly kissed me on the forehead and picked me up. “That was fantastic,” he murmured drowsily into my neck.

  I blushed hotly. “It was,” I agreed. I couldn’t believe that I’d lost my virginity to my boss’s associate…on a goddamned yacht, of all places! But maybe things were really starting to change. Maybe Damien and I are falling in love, I thought nervously as I glanced over at him.

  Chapter Seven

  Lily

  “Lily darling,” Scott called from inside his office. “Come here!”

  I groaned and quickly ran in to see him. “What’s up?” I tried to ask the question with a smile. Scott smiled back, and I felt a nervous shiver run down my spine.

  “Great job with those reports,” he praised me. “Damien really helped you out a lot, didn’t he?”

  I blushed, thinking of the renewed affection between us. The sensual fuck we’d shared on Damien’s yacht had been like no other of my life. I’d spent the whole night dreaming about Damien in a frenzy of desire. I couldn’t forget the feel of his warm, dry lips on mine, gently pressing. The way he bit my lower lip with his teeth, the way he gently sucked on my tongue and ran his hands down my back. I shivered, feeling the space between my legs grow damp. “He did,” I finally said, looking down at my feet.

  Scott smiled. “That’s great. Maybe he can help with these, too. These are a bunch of old emails I pulled off of the server. I need to send copies to our lawyer, why not go ask Damien which cases he thinks will take precedent?”

  I frowned. “What are you talking about? Are we in some kind of legal trouble?”

  Scott leaned back and kicked his legs on top of his desk, crossing them at the ankle. “Not exactly,” he replied with a smirk. “Ask Damien. He’ll know what I’m talking about.”

  “Okay,” I said. There was a lump forming in my throat and I had a really bad feeling about the emails. “Where are they?”

  Scott pointed to a box in the corner. It was full of random sheets of printouts, crammed together. I rolled my eyes and picked it up, carrying it down the hallway and into Damien’s office.

  “Hey,” he greeted me with a smile. “What’s this? Do we get to work together again?”

  “Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Scott wants me to go through this emails and send copies to our lawyers. He hinted that there might be some kind of legal trouble.”

  Damien grabbed the box out of my hands and put it on his desk. He looked panicked. “I can handle this,” he said. I looked down to see that his hands were shaking. “I’ve got it,” he repeated.

  Reaching around him, I grabbed one of the papers from the box and read with growing horror:

  She was a babe, dude, are you sure you had to fire her? It’s not my fault if she couldn’t stop crying about how much she wanted my cock again! Then again, I guess you might not think it’s very fair if I get to hop in that snatch and you’re still her “pervy boss.” You know, there is an amazing amount of women who think you’re a perv, Jare, what do you do to those girls during the day? You should stop looking down their shirts, it just makes it easier for me-

  Damien ripped the paper out of my hands and crumpled it into a ball. He looked absolutely terrified.

  “What the fuck is this?” I demanded. “How many of these fucking emails are there?”

  Damien reddened and looked at the ceiling. “Lily,” he said. “I can explain, please hear me out.”

  A slow realization dawned on me and I felt tears begin to well behind my eyes. “You’ve slept with all of Scott’s assistants,” I said slowly. All of the pieces started to fall together: why Scott was such a smug asshole, why everyone said that he never kept an assistant for more than two weeks, how Damien had explained to me that his wife had had an affair with Scott. “And I’m just the last one in a string of dumb sluts that you hired to get revenge on him!”

  “No,” Damien begged, looking at me and clasping my hand in his. I yanked my hand away, feeling burned. “Lily, I really like you!”

  “No you don’t,” I spat. A tear rolled down my cheek and I sniffled, unable to look at him for any longer. “You just wanted to use me like everyone else! You tried to buy me with money!” I felt completely used and disgusted. Every cell in my body was raging with hatred for Damien and Scott. They fucking deserved each other.

  “It’s not like that,” Damien said weakly. “He knows how I feel about you, and he’s trying to drive you away!”

  “I don’t believe that,” I snapped, wiping my eyes. Damien just stood there looking at pathetically. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I ran out of the room and down the hallway. In the bathroom, I realized I didn’t have my purse but I didn’t want to go back in there. I couldn’t ever stand the thought of seeing either one of them ever again. All of the affection I felt towards Damien had quickly turned into hatred.

  As I left the office, I took one last glance at the office. I felt like the world’s biggest idiot for falling for Damien when he was clearly only capable of loving himself. I began to sob as I
thought of the way I had trusted him People were staring at me as I walked past and finally, I turned around and walked towards home.

  The whole way, I cursed Damien and myself. I hated him for being charming and hot and rich. He was probably used to getting anyone he wanted. Looking down at my frame, I couldn’t even believe that he’d ever wanted me, if only for a moment. I’m disgusting, I told myself. No wonder he doesn’t want you.

  I stayed up crying the whole night. I couldn’t even focus watching TV or a movie. Any time there was a couple or anyone happy, I’d think of Damien and start missing him and then the tears would begin to fall. I hated myself for feeling this way, but I hated him more for breaking my heart. This is what you get for trusting a billionaire, you dumb slut, I thought in irritation. It’s the oldest trick in the book.