He led her through the connecting door to his office, past his desk to another door she'd only been through once....the private lounge he kept for late nights when he didn't want to go home.
It was elegant and masculine: dark leather furniture, expensive scotch on a bar cart, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. And in the back, separated by a decorative screen, was a daybed designed for catnaps between meetings.
Damien locked the door behind them with a decisive click.
"We've never...." Aria started.
"I know. I've been saving it." He pulled her against him, his hands already working at the buttons of her silk blouse. "Wanted your first time here to be memorable. Wanted to make you come so hard on that daybed that you'd never be able to look at it again without blushing."
Her blouse fell open, and he made quick work of her bra, tossing it aside before his mouth descended to her breast.
