“Fuck it,” Damon growls and crowds me, forcing me to take several steps backward until my back connects with glass. I barely register that we’re in a private room overlooking the dance floor before Damon’s mouth is claiming mine. He takes control, tongue rough as he punishes me with his kiss. It’s sharp, fast, all teeth and demand. I struggle to pull back, but he holds me still. I shouldn’t be doing this—he’s my freaking boss—but he’s lit my body on fire, and I can’t seem to care. I kiss him just as hard, fighting for my own control. He grips the back of my neck and groans when I nip his
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