“Are you?”

Silence.

“I’m unsure how I can ever repay you for what you probably did, however should you ever want a favor, don’t hesitate to name and let me know. Thanks for the whole lot, Damien.”

“You’re welcome.” He stepped ahead and kissed me with out an invite.

I wrapped my arms round his neck out of consolation—my physique immediately remembering how good he was once.

He stared into my eyes, silently asking me if I wished what he was tempted to offer me, and I moaned in response.

Pushing me in opposition to the hallway’s wall, he deepened his kiss, whispering my title between breaths. He slid his fingers below my gown and in opposition to my thighs.

“Damien…” I tugged on his drawstring, pulling the knot unfastened.

Between ragged kisses, he pushed down his pants and his briefs, and with out saying a factor, I wrapped a leg round his waist, giving him entry to what he’d made his.

Cupping my ass, he guided me onto him till he was buried deep, and he stored his eyes on mine as he fucked me recklessly.

“Ohhh goddd…” I dug my nails into his again, and he groaned, however he didn’t cease. He jogged my memory of simply how a lot I missed this—us—with each deep stroke.

Because the pleasure I’d missed all an excessive amount of started constructing, constructing, constructing, the phrases “I really like you,” made their method to the tip of my tongue.

I fought arduous to maintain them inside, unable to take care of the truth that he’d by no means say them again.

“Include me, Elizabeth…” He stiffened as I neared the sting, and we each dissolved into utter bliss.

Panting uncontrollably, I held onto him as tears welled in my eyes.

That is goodbye.

When he was sure I used to be high-quality, he slid me off him and onto the ground.

We stood looking at one another, each struggling to catch our breath, each combating to get the primary and final phrase.

With my legs nonetheless barely trembling, I leaned in opposition to the wall.

Damien grabbed my hand, gently pulling me ahead. “Come inside with me, Elizabeth.”

“No…” I shook my head, pulling away from him. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Goodbye, Damien.” I headed to the elevator and slammed the ‘door shut’ button as arduous as I might.

Because the automobile descended, my telephone vibrated in my purse with calls from him.

I didn’t hassle trying on the display.

I simply cried.

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MUTUAL EXCHANGE OF PRIVILEGES BETWEEN STATES, NATIONS, BUSINESSES OR INDIVIDUALS

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