sex-me boss.

-do you have a wife or children?

Damon looked at Olivia, trying to work out whether she was under the influence of her tequila glass or something else, but to his surprise she was sober and all he could do was laugh, an attitude that made Olivia sigh. She’d asked the question in all seriousness, but now he was rather amused.

-Yes, I get it, you’d have to be stupid to ask that question because it’s obvious you’re a married man, but your wife’s been away all this time?

Damon’s ribs were already aching from Olivia’s hilarity, but she was quite serious about what she was saying. Him Damon being married and having a kid, the biggest joke of the century.

-A wife and a kid are not part of my plans.

-But why not? Given the extent of the list of cheaters on the planet, I wouldn’t be surprised to see your name on it, so I’m very serious about my question. Are you married?

-No, so if you’re asking because you’re afraid my wife will come into this room, you’ve got nothing to fear apart from this new groupie who sticks to me like a leech when I haven’t even fucked her.

-And you’re going to do it?

-Do what?

-What you just said, make him… you understand, don’t you?

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Olivia felt relieved. She didn’t know why she was acting this way, but she’d felt a pang of jealousy welling up inside her just at the thought that he was definitely going to sleep with someone else. He was a man, damn it, and she couldn’t deny that, but she wanted him for herself and for herself alone.

-And you, Olivia, do you have a boyfriend?

-I’ve been single for a few months now.

Damon was astonished. He wanted to see what this jerk, who’d failed to see the beauty in this girl, could be like. She was beautiful and natural and he was certain that no man could let her go.

-He simply didn’t deserve you, and I’m still glad.

-You know what he told me before he left without looking back? that he couldn’t stand a girl who worked all night.

Damon couldn’t deny, either, that he couldn’t stand her working every night while he got a hard-on at home, but if the man didn’t want her working nights, then he’d just have to take responsibility for all her burdens.

-That’s okay, what I want right now is your body, baby. I still want you.

She smiled at him and Damon threw himself on her lips again, kissing them languorously. He wanted to adopt a new position to change their sexual habit.