Aria woke to sunlight streaming across Damien's study and the unfamiliar weight of his arm draped across her waist.
For a moment, she didn't move. Just lay there absorbing the reality of where she was...naked in her employer's arms, her body still aching in the most intimate places from what he'd done to her last night.
Four orgasms. He'd wrung four devastating orgasms from her body until she'd been sobbing and incoherent. And then he'd held her. Soothed her. Made her feel cherished in a way that was almost more dangerous than the pleasure itself.
You're in so much trouble, the rational part of her mind whispered. So far past the point of no return.
Damien's breathing was still deep and even behind her. Asleep. Which meant this was her chance to slip away, to return to her room before anyone noticed her absence.
