Revenge With My Brother's Best Friend

[One Week Later]

DAMIAN'S POV

The secretary's moan vibrated against my lips as I slammed her against the office desk, her skirt already bunched up around her waist like a proper slut.

She whimpered, grinding her hips into me, nails clawing down my chest as she fumbled with my belt, desperate for it.

Fuckk.

I smirked against her mouth, biting her lower lip hard before pulling back to drink her in.

Blouse half-unbuttoned, tits spilling out of that lacy bra, and nipples poking through like they were screaming for my teeth.

My c*ck throbbed painfully, straining against my slacks, ready to wreck her.

"Mr. Thorne," she gasped, fingers finally popping my button open, voice all breathy and wrecked.

"You're such a fuckiing tease..." she started, but I cut her off with a bruising kiss, tongue fuckiing hers as she yanked my zipper down.

My hands dug into her ass, squeezing hard, pulling her tighter against my bulge just as my phone started blaring on the desk.

"Ignore it," she panted, diving for my belt buckle, fingers shaking with need.

"Tempting," I growled, sliding my hand up her blouse, palming those juicy tits through the lace, thumb flicking a nipple till she squirmed.

The phone kept ringing, loud as fuck, and it was pissing me off.

"Come on, Mr. Thorne," she whined, hand palming my shaft through my slacks.

I groaned deep, hips jerking into her hand, pleasure spiking hot.

"Yeah, baby, just like that."

That damn phone wouldn't quit.

I shot a glance at the screen, ready to smash the thing, but froze when I saw the name.

Alaric.

My gut twisted. I hadn't heard from that bast*rd in months.

"Fuckk, gotta take this," I muttered, snatching the phone and pulling away before she could do something nastier.

She glared, lips swollen and eyes blown wide with lust, all pissed off and pouty.

"Seriously?"

I gave her a cold stare, adjusting my aching cockk with one hand while swiping to answer.

"I don't fuckk around with business, sweetheart."

She huffed, yanking her skirt down with a glare that could've burned holes.

I didn't give a shit.

I waved her off and slumped back in my chair.

"Yo, what's good, you old bastardd?" Alaric's voice crackled through, all smug and teasing.

I rolled my eyes, forcing my playboy smirk back in place, though my dick was still screaming for release.

"Still a prick, huh?" I shot back, keeping it light.

He laughed, warm and easy.

"Kidding. What's good? How you holding up? Business? London?"

"London's fine," I said, slouching back, di*k still half-hard and pulsing against my zipper while the secretary lingered, eyeing me like she wasn't done.

"Not there right now, though."

"Oh? Where you at?"

I shifted, trying to will my d*ck to calm the fuck down, but then she strutted back; hips swaying like a damn tease and lips swollen from my kisses.

She dropped to her knees between my spread legs without a word, her fingers making quick work of my belt again.

Fuckiing hell, girl.

I should've shoved her off-knew I should-but fuckk, I didn't.

My breath hitched as she yanked my slacks and boxers down, freeing my c*ck, thick and leaking for her.

She didn't waste time.

Her hot little tongue licked a slow stripe from base to tip before swirling around the head, collecting the precum.

Christ, this chick's gon' kill me.

I bit back a groan, gripping the phone tighter.

"Damian?" Alaric's voice crackled in my ear through the receiver.

"Yeah," I gritted out, jaw clenched tight as her lips parted and she sank down on me in one slick, sinful glide.

Fuckk.

Her mouth was pure fucking sin, wet and nasty as hell.

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard like she wanted to drain my soul, tongue pressing filthy against the pulsing vein underneath.

I couldn't fucking help it.

My hips bucked up, shoving my c*ck deeper into her throat, chasing that heat.

She gagged but didn't quit, nails clawing my thighs, digging sharp as she took me to the hilt, nose brushing my base greedily.

God fuckiing damn.

Her free hand cupped my balls, rolling 'em slow, teasing, then slid lower, pressing that sensitive spot behind 'em.

Sh*t, that taint play had my eyes rolling back.

My abs locked tight, a ragged curse ripping out my lips, low and guttural.

"Everything okay?" Alaric's voice cut through again, clueless as shit.

"Fine," I growled, voice strained to hell, barely holding it together.

The secretary's eyes flicked up and locked on mine like she knew she had me by the balls.

Her tongue swirled slow around the head, teasing the slit, then pulled off with a wet, filthy pop. Only to dive back down, bobbing faster, lips stretched tight and obscenely around my shaft.

Fuckk, Fuckk, Fuckk .

Every drag of her mouth sent a firestorm building in my gut.

"You said you're not in London," Alaric's voice cackled, pulling me back.

"Y-yeah," I strained.

"I came to handle business at the Texas branch. You know Ellis has been managing the U.S. branches, but he's been really swamped lately, so I'm here to fill in for him."

The secretary smirked faintly, clearly enjoying my struggle.

Her hand joined in, stroking what she couldn't swallow, thumb smearing pre-cum over the tip with every pass, frying my damn brain.

I was fucking losing it.

My free hand fisted her hair, yanking hard as my hips rocked up, fucking her mouth hard.

She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, making 'em tighten and ready to blow.

My whole body tensed, pleasure sparking white-hot behind my eyelids.

Damn!! I'm gonna fuckiing cum.

"Really?" Alaric screamed, surprised. "Cindy is in Texas too."

Cindy???!!!

I froze.

My release rushed back, pleasure crashing into pain as her name slammed into me like a knife, killing every ounce of desire in me.

I yanked the secretary off my lap, rougher than I meant, and she pouted, all bratty and pissed.

"Your sister's in Texas?" I shirked, gut flipping and voice sharper than I intended.

"Yeah," Alaric said.

I narrowed my eyes, suspicion crawling up my spine.

"You always kept her shit locked down. Never told me where she was, even when I begged. Why spill now?"

His voice dropped, serious as a heart attack.

"Yeah, you're right. I kept her life off-limits 'cause I knew it fuckked you up when she got married. Knew you loved her, man. Didn't wanna keep twisting the knife."

I went dead quiet, memories flooding back like a bad trip.

Knew Alaric and Cindy since we were kids in D.C.

She was a year older, all brains and fire, no-nonsense as hell.

I was the little shit pulling her hair, stealing her books, playing pest just to see those blue eyes flash.

At sixteen, I finally grew the balls to ask her out.

She shut me down cold.

Called me a bully. Immature.

I laughed it off then, but it cut deep-left scars I never admitted.

Then my family bailed to London.

Built my tech empire and became the C.E.O of D.T. Tech Innovations at twenty-one. A multinational software and AI firm.

I thought I would forget her.

But I never did.

Those piercing blue eyes, wavy brunette hair, that slender frame that made every dress look like a wet dream stayed burned in my head.

No woman ever came close.

When I heard she married, it fucking broke me.

Landed in the hospital for a week, gutted, hope torched.

Since then, I fuckked my way through models, actresses, secretaries...anyone to numb it.

But none of 'em meant shit because none of 'em were her.

"Hello?" Alaric's voice snapped me back.

"Yeah," I croaked, throat rough. "I'm here. Sorry."

"She reached out," he said. "She needs you, Damian."

My heart skipped, fist clenching in my lap.

"Needs me?" I scoffed, disbelief choking me. "She probably doesn't even remember my ass. Why would she need me?"

"It's messy," Alaric said. "You'll get it when you see her. But I need you to do this for me....for her."

"What's the deal?"

"She wants to get back at her husband. He's been acting shady, and she needs you to help put him in his place."

I blinked, brain scrambling. "Wait, what?"

"I'm saying she needs you to play boyfriend, fake it, Damian. Make him squirm."

The secretary reached for me again but I caught her wrist and shoved her off, hard.

"Get the fuckk out," I snapped, a sudden irritation flaring hot in my veins.

She flinched, snatched her heels, and stormed out angrily.

Didn't give a sh*t..

"That's dangerous," I said to Alaric, running a hand through my hair, pacing now.

"You wan' me to fuckk around with a married woman?"

"It's not what you think. It's complicated. She'll lay it out. Just do it for me.... Please?"

I hesitated, gut churning.

"I know you love her," Alaric added, voice softer now. "Always have and I know you never moved on. This is your shot to show her you're for real, to win her."

I sucked in a breath.

Damnit.

This was a bad idea. A fucking train wreck waiting to happen.

But it was her.

Cindy. My Cindy.

"I'm only in Texas a month," I said, the words slipping out of my mouth instinctively. "Then it's back to London."

"A month's plenty," Alaric shot back. "More than enough."

Silence stretched between us, but my heart already had the answer.

This is my opportunity.

A once-in-a-lifetime chance and I can't afford to miss it.

"All right," I growled. "Text me her address."