Part 37

Mia went back to Damon's place. She couldn't withstand knowing that he's upset with her. Also, the assistant missed not being with him. The last two days were agonising trying to think about the every moment she wanted to hate him. There weren't many to start with. By the end of the first day, she's exhausted and just wanted to forget about it. Hence the lunch date with Jake.

He's not at his place. Her boss would never make it easy for her. Mia drove back to work, trying not to scream in the void of the car.

The assistant knocked on the door very well seeing the stiletto of her boss through the tinted glass door. Damon tilted his head and motioned her to come into his office. Taking a deep breath, she pushed at the door and stepped in. The CEO was not looking pleased.

"Hope you had an amazing lunch date with that douche," He muttered in a low voice, once she was in earshot.

"What was that?" She asked brightly, smiling at him, batting her eyelashes. The assistant didn't miss the way Damon's throat moved as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I asked how was your lunch with the man of your dreams?!" Damon said, and his voice had an underlying sense of urgency, desperation swimming in his tone. If she hadn't known any better Mia would say he hated Jake. He's jealous that's for sure.

One of his large hands wrapped around her wrist, pulling her closer.

"It was brilliant, Damon" She answered, affronted, as she let herself be pulled closer. He was warm, and he smelled nice, alright. "You know, usual. We talked, laughed and then fixed another date."

"Another one?" Damon gritted his teeth, his hand tightening where it's holding her wrist. His other hand moved up to rest on her waist, and it's hot, the way the warmth of his hand seeped through her clothes. It felt like a brand, marking her, letting everyone know that she belonged to him.

"Isn't that what you are supposed to do?" Mia shot back innocently, her voice steady despite the blatant show of possessiveness Damon showed right now. It's silly, the intense effect he can still have on her in his own office. She can already feel her skin heating up, responding to the way Damon's holding her closer to him.

When his face tensed, she giggled. "Relax! He asked me out, and I told him that I am still seeing you. Unless you plan to—"

The rest of her sentence was cut off as Damon shoved himself closer, before leaning down and crashing their lips together. She should've expected this, honestly. It only took her a moment to open up, and his tongue delved in almost immediately, exploring the corners of her mouth.

The kiss was hot, wet, filthy, and erotic, and Damon did the thing with his tongue that never failed to make Mia shiver. She wrapped her arms around Damon's neck, pulling at the strands of hair there, and he let out a guttural sound, before biting on her bottom lip.

He kissed her like a man starved, tongue chasing after her sweet and subtle taste. His hands reached out to beg for more, and she moaned and whimpered a breath of relief. The CEO slowly teased her with the tip of his tongue, savouring the subtle flavour of Mia, and letting his lips wrap around the slickness. Fuck, it was filthy and sensual.

Damon pulled back to catch his breath before leaning forward again, this time pressing light kisses on the line of her neck and underneath her jaw. Mia could feel the way he wanted to mark her up, wanted to suck love bites into her skin and underneath her jaw, wanted to show the world who she belonged to, and she couldn't help but moan.

"Later, kitten" Damon whispered into her skin, and he punctuated this with a soft bite to Mia's neck. It's both a promise and a warning, and if they don't pull away now, they won't be able to stop until they've both come in the middle of his office. Of course, it's nothing new, but they want to take time with it.

"Okay, sir" She murmured, and her boss pressed one last kiss to her neck before pulling away, fixing her shirt for her. He can be sweet at times.

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They had work to do for the rest of the day. Mia was asked to invite everyone in the conference room for an announcement. She would instead of sitting in her desk and dreaming about the night, but instead, she had to call everyone.

Apparently, the Cromwell accepted their business proposal, and they were finally going to merge for a deal. It was a huge thing. An international venture always is. That's why Damon had to announce it in front of everybody and also organise a party to celebrate the event.

Usually, Mia would be having a lot more fun in the conference room. Still, with the way Damons looking at her, his green eyes dark, his lips a sinful, pink shade, his tongue darting out to wet his lips every few minutes, the assistant found herself excited for more than the announcement they'd be receiving.

As always Jane was sitting on her side who happened to catch on quickly and did everything in her power to keep Mia occupied, but it didn't really work. What could she expect? Honestly, it's no one's fault. Damons still looking at her like he wanted to devour her in front of everyone, and at this point, Mias about to let him.

"I'm happy for you both. It's great that you got back together or whatever but this is all your fault," Jane whispered to her in the middle of the announcement, when she caught the CEO and Mia in the middle of a heated eye exchange.

"What?! I didn't do anything!" Mia haughtily said, diverting her attention on the screen with a lame presentation even by her standards. Damon had to do it all alone, and even the fonts looked horrible. She couldn't blame her boss exactly. After all, he was going crazy imagining her with Jake.

Jane snorted. "Oh please everyone can see you eye-fucking each other since this meeting started"

Mia slapped a hand over her mouth, even though she was aware of the fact that her colleagues knew. After all, they witnessed Damon stare at her far too many times even when it's unnecessary.

Eventually, the meeting came to an end, and they decided that Andy will organise the party the next day with help from the committee. Mia sighed, grateful for once that she wasn't stranded with that responsibility. She's about to talk with the group of friendly faces when there's a large hand on her elbow, dragging her quickly out of the room.

"We are leaving," He said determined, his jaw clenched.

"Damon, wait," She tried weakly, hoping not to trip or bump into anyone, but he's not having it, still determinedly pulling her along. They reached the car in record time with her boss climbing in after her.

"I have waited for a long time now."

"To my place please," He said smoothly to his driver, and before Mia could even blink or open her mouth to (pretend to) protest, Damons got a large hand resting on the top of her thigh.

Mia swallowed and turned to look at her boss, and found him already watching her openly, his eyes dark and full of lust, his white teeth biting down on his bottom lip. His hand twitched on her thigh, squeezing it, and her mouth was suddenly so dry. Mia licked her lips in response. She knew what was going to happen once they slid in the comfort of his home, especially his bedroom. The thought made her legs press together tightly.

"Fuck," The CEO groaned quietly from beside her, and shifted so that he's pressing his nose under her jaw. "You are such a tease," Damon whispered, starting to nip under the soft skin.

"I didn't do anything, Damon," She tried to say haughtily, but her voice was unsteady. His hand squeezed tighter, and the heat of it spreads quickly throughout her body, until she can feel it from her toes up until the top of her head. "I think you've been turning yourself on."

"Mmm," He said, his mouth pressing shapes against her skin, "Turning myself on, thinking about the things I want to do to you, baby. Thinking about how you look spread out under me, all flushed, full with my cock."

Thankfully, they've arrived at his place, and Damon wasted no time in thanking his driver and pulling Mia into the door. The walked in silence, practically vibrating with sexual tension. Damon had the keys, and he quickly unlocked the door, his other hand gripped around her wrist.

Once inside, he dragged her to his room and shut it close behind them.

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