When Nyla's eyes fluttered open, she was met by a sudden surprise.
Damon was right above her, his muscular arms on both sides of her head, his face only inches away from hers.
"Boss..." she was about to say, but quickly cut herself off, and instead, she decided to use his name.
"Damon..." her voice came as a whisper. Her legs rubbed against one another. Her armour was long dismissed, leaving her golden light brown body covered by only a pair of tight shorts and a crop top that barely fit her chest.
His lips curved into a smile before his eyes closed as he leaned down toward her. Nyla followed his lead without hesitation, her eyes closing and her lips puckering as she returned the kiss.
"Mmm..." A pleasant shiver ran across her body, and a soft moan escaped her lips as her arms wrapped quickly around his neck.
Nyla didn't hold back. She wanted more of him, and without wasting even a second, she forced her tongue deep into his mouth despite not knowing what to do with it.
