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Damon nodded before walking out of the room. When he reached the door, he glanced back. Arabella was subtly flushed, not with shame, but with a certain flush from the effort she had made. Her brown locks were charmingly disheveled.

The man had to use all his self-control not to go back, something he never thought of doing before.

"See you later."

"Do not make promises you can't keep, Banks," Arabella raised an eyebrow.

"That's the only kind of promise I know," he said.

The sexual tension still lingered. It was the natural reaction of bodies that could still reproduce contact. Not even distance was able to dissipate the mist of excitement in the air.

"Think of me when considering the project," Arabella murmured.

"I am here just because I think of you."

**

At that night...

Banks gently laid her down on the crisp white sheets, covering her body with his own. His eyes swam with emotion as his jaw tightened.

They gazed at each other, feeling the need that drove every subsequent action an