You Better

- Alexei Sokolov:

Oh my God, I can't believe this—I'm kissing Damon.

Damon White.

The smoking hot CEO.

His lips are warm, and firm, and everything about this feels like a fever dream.

My heart is racing so fast I can barely think, but I don't want to. I don't need to.

His hands are everywhere—on my back, my shoulders, my waist—and it feels so good, so right.

My hands are just as frantic, running over the hard lines of his chest, his arms, anywhere I can reach.

I'm so eager, I feel like I can't get enough of him.

We're devouring each other, our kisses urgent and messy, our breathing uneven.

The way he touches me sends shivers through my entire body, and I can't stop myself from pulling him closer, wanting him closer.

His skin is hot against mine, and every brush of his hands feels like electricity sparking across my nerves.

Somehow, I don't even know how we end up completely naked on the couch.