She thought he’d planned to say something else, but he clamped his lips shut. Stuffing the chocolate in her mouth, she glanced at the half-eaten box. “I’m going to regret eating all these, aren’t I? And come next week I’m probably going to regret sleeping with my boss, too.”

Damien set her feet off of him and onto the floor. “Don’t ever regret that. I don’t plan to.”

He shot her a look so hot, she glanced down to see if her clothes had burst into flames. The chocolate melted in her mouth and her nipples puckered.

Damien scooted forward in his chair. “In fact, I was thinking of leaning over and licking that chocolate off the corner of your lip. Then I’m going to take your dress off and make love to you all over again, and trust me, I don’t plan on ever regretting that.”

Her breath hitched and her hands pressed into her thighs. Somehow she thought this night was going to be worth any sort of regrets she might have later.

Damien moved forward, and with unnerving accuracy, his tongue flicked out and grabbed a piece of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. “Delicious,” he said.

No, she wasn’t going to regret any of this.

Chapter 11

Damien slid his tongue from one side of Mandy’s lip to the other and closed his eyes.

Unbelievable. Everything about her and this night was unbelievable.

But Mandy was his box of chocolates. He wanted her and he couldn’t resist her and he was going to eat all of her.

He should be done for the night, depleted and ready to send her on her way back to her room so he could get some work done. But he didn’t give a damn about software that didn’t work or customer demands or the training he wanted to schedule for June.

All he could think about was that Mandy wasn’t wearing any underwear or a bra under that very thin sundress.

And the way she treated him was so novel, so alluring, that he didn’t want this night to end and he didn’t want to retreat back into himself. Mandy sat with him, talked with him, with a trust and a frankness, her expression honest and open. Yet she expected nothing of him.

No hoops to jump through, no promises to make, no lavish gifts, no handing her his bleeding heart for her to own.

They were almost something like friends.

Except with one key difference.

Damien pushed his tongue between her lips and met the wet heat of her mouth as she sighed with pleasure. He wanted to capture that sound, keep it, hold it with him to reflect on later, when the world tilted back on its axis and he was alone with his apartment, his remote control, and his rampant destructive thoughts.