The next night I didn’t even pretend to hesitate. At 11:30 p.m. I left my cabin wearing a short silk slip with nothing underneath. My heart pounded the whole walk to Damien’s private staff cabin at the edge of the woods. Rain from the night before still dripped from the trees. The air felt electric.
He opened the door before I could knock. No shirt, just loose black shorts hanging low on his hips. His eyes darkened when he saw me.
“Inside,” he said, voice rough.
The second the door clicked shut, he pushed me against it and kissed me like he’d been starving for days. His tongue claimed my mouth, deep and demanding. His hands roamed everywhere—squeezing my ass, sliding up under the slip to find me bare and already soaked.
“No panties again,” he groaned against my lips. “Good f*****g girl
