5

He leaned against his desk, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips as she stepped inside.

Naomi didn’t wait for pleasantries. She marched up to him, thrusting the box into his hands. "I can’t accept this."

Damon’s smirk didn’t waver. He let his fingers skim over hers before he slowly took the box, setting it on his desk.

His eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked over her face. "Did you like it?"

Naomi’s jaw clenched. "That’s not the point. We had an arrangement. One night. That’s it."

He hummed, tilting his head slightly. "Well, one night turned out not to be enough."

Her stomach twisted. "Mr Cross—"

"Tell me something, Naomi." He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, intoxicating. "Did you think about me last night?"

Her breath hitched.

No.

She wouldn’t let him do this.

She shook her head. "I went home to my husband."

Damon’s gaze darkened, but instead of anger, there was something else lurking in his expression. Something sharp. Something possessive.

"Did he touch you?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous.

Naomi sucked in a breath, her body betraying her as heat curled in her core.

She should lie. Should tell him Eric had kissed her, held her, made love to her like a devoted husband.

But she didn’t.

Because they both knew the truth.

Damon chuckled, his fingers skimming over her wrist where the bracelet should have been. "That’s what I thought."

Naomi’s pulse thundered. "This—this was a mistake."

Damon reached for the box, flipping it open once more. He lifted the bracelet, the diamonds shimmering between his fingers.

"Maybe," he murmured, stepping behind her.

She stiffened as she felt the cool metal brush against her skin.

"But I don’t think you believe that."

Before she could protest, he clasped the bracelet around her wrist, his fingers lingering as he fastened the lock.

"You can try to avoid me, Naomi," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You can pretend this is over."

His fingers trailed down her arm, slow and deliberate.

"But we both know you’ll come back to me."

Naomi squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body trembling with the war raging inside her.

She should walk away.

She should rip the bracelet off and throw it in his face.

But she didn’t.

Because deep down, she knew the truth.

One night was never going to be enough.

"Just make the payment, and let this deal be closed." She said instead, fighting the urge she was feeling to lean into him.

Damon smiled at her as he walked past her towards the door. He shut it and locked.

Naomi looked at him sharply, "Why are you locking me in your office?"

"You want us to close the deal?" Damon said to her as he walked back to meet her where she stood. He was too close for comfort, Naomi could feel his breath on her face. "Let me have your juicy pot one more time and see if i get satisfied."

Naomi shook her head and stepped back from him, "This was not the agreement."

"This is just an amendment." He shrugged.

Naomi swallowed hard. The offer was tempting.

She really wanted to feel him inside her again, but she couldn't admit that.

"Send the money first, then we'll meet later tonight."

"Or we could do it right here, right now" he countered, "and then I make the transfer afterwards."

Here?

In his office?

She had never had office sex before. Though she had fantasied about it once or more times than she could admit.

"We can't do that in here."

"Why not?" He said casually, "My office is sound proof, and the doors are locked."

Naomi’s breath came in short, uneven bursts. Every rational thought screamed at her to leave, to put space between them before she made another mistake.

But her body wasn’t listening.

She was already trapped in the heat of his presence, the dark intensity of his eyes burning into hers. Damon Cross was dangerous—she had known that from the moment she let him touch her. But the problem was, she liked the danger.

And now, he was offering her something forbidden, something reckless.

Her pulse thrummed as he reached for her, his fingers skimming the bare skin of her arm.

"We shouldn’t," she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.

Damon smirked, knowing he had already won. "But you want to."

Naomi closed her eyes, hating how easily he read her.

She did want this.

She wanted him.

With a shaky exhale, she lifted her gaze to meet his. "Lock the blinds."

Damon’s smirk deepened. "Good girl."

He moved swiftly, pressing a button on his desk that sent the electronic blinds sliding shut, casting the room in intimate shadow. Then, before she could second-guess herself, he closed the space between them, his hands gripping her waist as he pinned her against the desk.

His lips crashed against hers, and Naomi melted.

She gasped as he tilted her head back, his mouth claiming her in a kiss so deep, so possessive, it left no room for hesitation. His hands roamed her body, sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher.

"You have no idea how much I thought about this," he murmured against her lips. "About bending you over this desk and taking you the way I should have that night."

A shudder ran through her.

"We don't have much time," she breathed.

Damon chuckled, his fingers working swiftly to undo her blouse. "Then we shouldn’t waste it, should we?"

He pushed her blouse open, exposing the lace beneath, and groaned at the sight of her. "Fuck, Naomi."

Her name was a growl on his lips, and she swore she had never been more turned on in her life.

Then he spun her around, bending her over the desk in one swift motion.

She gasped, gripping the polished wood as he ran his hands down her back, lifting her skirt higher until he could see exactly how much she wanted this.

"You’re soaked," he murmured, his fingers teasing over the thin lace of her panties. "Did you get this wet just thinking about me?"

Naomi bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Damon clicked his tongue. "Still stubborn."

Then she felt the sharp tug as he ripped her panties aside.

She gasped, heat pooling between her thighs.

Damon leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "I’m going to fuck you so hard, Naomi, you’ll be thinking about me every time you sit in that chair."

Her body clenched at his words, anticipation coiling tight inside her.

Then he thrust into her, and Naomi saw stars.

Her moan was muffled by her own hand as he filled her completely, stretching her in a way that left her gasping.

"Fuck," Damon growled, gripping her hips as he drove into her. "So fucking wet."

Naomi could barely think.

The only thing that existed was the way he moved inside her, the way he gripped her like he owned her, like she was his to take.

He fucked her hard and deep, his pace unrelenting, and Naomi had never felt anything so utterly intoxicating.

She clutched at the desk, her body shuddering as pleasure built inside her, coiling tight like a spring about to snap.

"Damon," she gasped.

He reached down, pressing his fingers against her most sensitive spot, rubbing in slow, devastating circles.

"Come for me," he ordered. "I want to feel you lose control."

And then she did.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body shaking as pleasure consumed her. Damon followed with a deep, guttural groan, his grip on her tightening as he came inside her, filling her completely.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.

Then, slowly, Damon pulled away, smoothing his hands over her trembling body as he adjusted his own clothes.

Naomi remained bent over the desk, her pulse still racing, her body still tingling from the intensity of it all.

Damon leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear.

"Consider the deal closed," he murmured.

Then, with a satisfied smirk, he stepped back, adjusted his tie, and reached for his phone.

Naomi straightened, fixing her skirt, still trying to catch her breath.

A moment later, she heard the familiar ding of her phone.

She glanced at it.

A bank alert.

Damon had made the payment.

She turned to face him, her lips parted, her body still thrumming from what they had just done.

He smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.

Naomi swallowed.