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cond I step into Damien Culligan's be

. With anot

teady breaths as he thrusts into the woman curled against him. Her brunette hair spi

el s

an't even think. My vision blurs, my fingers

ait to see if

ru

gh the penthouse, barely remembering how I got in. The wal

e door ope

make it home

n before I can even grab my

concern as he rushes toward me. "J

m. I forgot h

lse, but the guilt twists inside me,

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talk t

ly shouldn't. But I feel sic

I

he part that doesn't m

ng hard. "To deliver some documents." Not a li

ses a bro

ds out. "He was

stares. Then, to my utt

Why are yo

e on. He's Damien Culligan. Did you real

e are suffocating.

smile. "Yeah. I guess

a kiss to my forehead. "You're

ly he

for how he reacted before my trip to Cancun, promising to

* *

g, I force mysel

It was just one night.

fingers hovering over my k

nst me on the bed. The way his voice had sounded, d

me, and I snap my head

d to

Damien Culligan is right there an

gining it, but then I not

le person except me. The emails he usually sends to me about ou

head and never acknowledging my presence. It's not just a

ler

lin

ce. "Earth to Val? You've been stirri

till in my untouched coffe

head, forcing a smile

d. "Or maybe you're too bu

en. "I

and you were zoning out, you definitel

e on my breat

me. "You are. And yo

do

matter how much I should be disgusted

I can't sto

ice the next morning

p and free

the office, straight toward m

's beside me, leaning

my cheek, wrapping an

doing here bab

etter man for you?, he teases, smi

I feel Damien's presence

pression is so blank,

"Ah, Mr. Culligan. I've

s over me once. The

re you

mach t

focating, and I do

my phone buzze

omorrow morning for a business trip. Y

t the scr

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text c

be at the private jet

lse r

can't ignore it but I'm terrif