Chapter 33 #2
“Everything I said is accurate and has been documented in your personnel file, along with your reviews. But if you want to sue, be my guest. My lawyers are better than yours, I promise you that.”
I don’t have time to waste on him right now.
I swing by my office to grab my keys, popping my head into HR to let her know about Devin, and rush out the door.
Anger builds as I navigate the city streets to get to her.
At Brielle for not telling me she just quit her job.
At Rachel for inserting herself into affairs that are none of her business.
At fucking Devin for opening his mouth at all when he knows damn well that Brielle deserved every opportunity given to her.
A white sedan cuts me off when his lane is blocked by double-parked cars. I have to stomp on the brake to let him in, and he proceeds to give me the finger out his driver’s-side window. I fight the urge to take my aggression out on him.
In an unexpected twist, there is an open parking space just outside of Brielle’s apartment building. I have my car in park and am out the door in three seconds flat, then stomp up the three flights of stairs to get to her.
Bang, bang, bang.
I pound on her apartment door. “Brielle, open the door.”
I can hear the TV through the thin walls. I know she’s in there. After a few seconds, I bang on her door again.
“Open the fucking door, Brielle,” I thunder.
The door opens, and I feel a hit of relief as soon as I see her. But it’s not enough to overcome my fury.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, stalking toward her. She backs up to let me in and closes the door behind me. “You’re supposed to be at work.”
“Yeah, about that…” She looks at me with those cerulean eyes, uncertainty whirling in her gaze. “I quit.”
“So I heard,” I growl, giving her a fierce stare. “Now, unquit and get back to work.”
“No.” She crosses her arms.
“What do you mean, no? Yes. If it’s about Devin, it’s taken care of.”
“I mean, I don’t feel bad about that. But no, I’m not going back there.”
“Why the fuck not?” I yell.
Brielle’s eyes turn to fire as she readies herself for a fight. She drops her arms and steps toward me, small, petite, and menacing.
“I do not want to work somewhere where people think I’ve slept my way into my position,” she says, poking my chest with her delicate finger.
“Everyone is going to know now. There’s no going back to keeping this thing between us a secret.
Not to mention, according to your board of directors, it’s against the policy for any boss/employee relationships.
So it was either stop this—” She gestures wildly between the two of us.
“—or find another job. And since I have no intention to stop sleeping with you, it was a pretty obvious choice. If I have to pick between my job and you, I pick you. I can find a new job,” she yells.
My heart sends a kick to my ribs, need surging through me. I wrap my hand around the back of her head, crashing my lips into hers with a fierce desperation. Our tongues tangle, each battling it out for control. Every sense heightens, my limbs tingling as endorphins spread through me.
I can’t hold back the tidal wave of feelings I have for her. She’s burrowed her way into my heart, my soul, and I never want her to leave. She’s a part of me, the best part of me. She’s taken my cold heart and, with tender care, made it beat again.
“I love you, Brielle. I’m deeply in love with you,” I tell her through our kiss, whispering the words into her mouth that I’ve never told anyone else.
She moans, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine.
“Good.” Her lips move under mine, her hands tangling in my hair. “Because I’m in love with you, too, Damian.”
Those words nearly bring me to my knees. A place I would gladly go for her.
My hand snakes down the back of her sweats, beneath the elastic waistband. I grab a fistful of her ass, squeezing the soft, creamy globe.
Her hands move to my chest, pushing my jacket off my shoulders.
We make our way to her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind.
We tumble onto the bed, my heart racing like a teenager’s first time.
Her silky skin under my fingers drives my desire even higher.
I trail a series of kisses down the delicate column of her throat, sucking and nipping at the pulse point in her clavicle.
She whimpers, her breathing labored and needy.
Needy for me, because when shit hit the fan and she felt like she needed to make a choice, she chose me.
That knowledge squeezes at my chest. She is so much more than I deserve, but like the greedy fucker I am, I will take it all the same.
I move lower, showering her perfect tits with attention.
I tug her nipple between my teeth, flicking my tongue across the hardening peaks.
Brielle’s hands tangle in my hair as she writhes beneath me.
“You’re beautiful, Brielle. I could touch you just like this all goddamn day.”
“I love you, Damian, but if you tease me without giving me what I need, I am going to be so mad,” she laughs, her voice breathy and tight.
I kiss down her abdomen, across her hip bone, nipping at her inner thigh. She spreads her legs, her black underwear the last article of clothing on her body. My fingers slip beneath the fabric to her center, finding her dripping wet with arousal.
“I’ll always give you what you need, beautiful. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take my time with you.” I pump into her tight pussy, my eyes on her as her head tips back with a moan. “You’re mine now, and I make the rules.”
My pants feel too tight to contain my hard-as-fuck dick. I tear her underwear down her legs and sit back on my knees to look at her splayed out before me. Absolutely stunning.
I discard my pants and briefs quickly. My cock springs up, and I wrap my fist around the base, stroking myself to the sight of her. Her chestnut hair fanned out over her pillow, the pink apple of her cheeks, her parted lips screaming to be kissed.
I lean down between her legs, placing slow, soft kisses up her calf.
My lips travel up her thigh, the taste of her soft skin on my tongue.
She rests her legs over my shoulders as I continue to move up her body.
The scent of her arousal envelops me, and I snap, burying my face in her warm, wet pussy.
Her taste is an ecstasy I can barely process.
I devour her, the sounds of her unrestrained whimpers, her feel of her porcelain skin, the look of love and passion in her eyes.
It’s my undoing. I take her over the edge, working her body until her legs are shaking.
She grips my hair and tugs me up to her, folding herself in half in the process.
I capture her lips, claiming them as mine, and notch my cock at her entrance. Sliding into her is the best damn feeling in the world.
“Give me everything, Damian,” she pleads. “I need you.”
“You have me. All of me.” I settle my cock deep inside her, the last of her orgasm still pulsating around my shaft. “I’m yours, Brielle.”
The feelings I have for her overwhelm me. I pour everything I have into showing her what she means to me.
She falls apart with my name on her lips, and I follow her into a haze of bliss. We lie together, sweaty and tired, Brielle tucked under my arm.
I push her hair out of her face and stare into her eyes. “Move in with me.”
“What? No. I can’t.” She laughs like she’s thinks I’m kidding.
“Whatever you pay Holly now, I’ll cover. We won’t leave her stranded. But you’ll live with me.”
“Oh, will I?” She lifts onto her arm and looks down at me, her eyes shining.
“You will, and you’ll like it.” My hand grips her jaw, and I pull her down to me for a kiss.
“Okay, boss. If you’re serious,” she sighs against my lips.
Waking up every day with Brielle against my chest, going to bed every night with her coconut hair on my pillow… “I’ve never been more serious about anything.”