MACEY

Damien broke the kiss, keeping me pressed against him, his chest warm and solid beneath my hands. “I’m sorry, okay?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, vibrating straight through me. “I’m not going on a freaking date with her. I just had to make her leave my office.” 

I huffed, trying to act annoyed, but my body betrayed me, still buzzing from the kiss. My heart was racing, my skin tingling where his lips had lingered. “Try again, Damien,” I said, my voice teasing, ...