Chapter Eight

Maya's POV

"Damon..." I gasped when his tongue licked my wetness. I draped back on the desk, trembling, while he buried his face between my thighs. I'd never had a man worship my body like he did and it felt fucking good.

"Do you want this?" His voice was strained but I was more concerned with the way he looked at me. I should have stopped him but the part of my brain that was telling me to push him away was lost in the fire of the pleasure.

"God, yes." I breathed, squirming gently. My skin broke in goosebumps as his hands ran up my thighs and back. "I want you!" I screamed and he slammed his hand over my mouth.

"Someone is going to hear us." He warned and I rolled my eyes. If he really cared about that, he wouldn't be fucking me in his office. He slammed his lips against mine, and pleasure whipped through me, pleasure that I'd only felt once in my life before. But it was better than I remembered, far better than that night at the motel.

As I draped back on the table, I grasped hi