Mikayla awoke with a smile on her face as she stretched lazily. Even though she lacked the motivation to go to work, she knew that they could not skip the day.

They had already returned a day late, coming back on Monday night instead of Sunday. They also had an important meeting to attend to later this evening, so taking another day off was indeed out of the question. Mikayla turned over in order to look at the LED clock; she noted that it was only 5:00am.

With a slight yawn, she curled up next to Damien and tried to go back to sleep. Thoughts of last night began creeping into her mind as his scent invaded her senses. Turning over again, she tried to ignore the images of them that flooded her head.

However, thoughts of sucking Damien off as he drove them back to the penthouse after a casual dinner the night before were firmly lodged in her memory. Her body began to react, as more memories poured into her mind. Squirming around, she could feel the familiar tingling between her legs.

Perhaps they could have a quick romp before work.

With a mischievous grin, she slowly ran her hands over Damien, her wicked tongue waking him up.

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Damien did not come down to the office with Mikayla this morning. He told her that he had something to take care of and that she should go ahead without him.

Mikayla was at her desk, typing away on her iMac, writing up a report on one of their latest software purchases. She had been so lost in her work that she jumped slightly when she suddenly noticed Damien, who was standing to her left.

"Christ!" Mikayla exclaimed, her left hand going to her chest in order to calm herself.

"Sorry for startling you love, I missed you," he leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, before looking at her screen to see what she had been typing.

He nodded approvingly at the work that she had done so far. A mischievous glint suddenly darkened his eyes as he whispered into her ear, "Keep typing, don't let me interrupt you."

Mikayla bit her bottom lip gently, recognizing the husky tone in his voice as she felt him move closer to her. His mouth was near her neck, gently exhaling his warm breath across her skin, his words teasing her. Glancing up, she noticed that the door to her office was still open. Anyone could walk pass in the hallway and see them.

"Damien, the door–" Mikayla began to say before he cut her off.

"Mikayla... I said, don't stop," his voice deepened a bit, as he enunciated each word slowly.

He pointed at the screen with his left hand, indicating for her to continue typing while his right hand lowered onto her left hand.

Mikayla could feel herself becoming aroused, as she anticipated Damien's next move.

"Now remember, don't stop typing," he whispered again, as his hand moved up her left hand onto her arm.

He glanced up at the door and then calmly lowered his head and kissed the left side of her neck, knowing fully well the effect that it would have on her. She closed her eyes as his lips touched her neck, wanting nothing more than to lean back in her chair and let him kiss her all over.

"Eyes open love," Damien said with a grin, as his sensuous lips moved from the soft skin of her neck to her ear, where his tongue leisurely snaked out to lick and suck on her earlobe.

Mikayla tried her best to keep a straight face as she continued to type. The next words on the screen were not work related, "You are such a tease, Damien!"

He chuckled, as he read what she had typed before he moved his hand from her arm down, over her stomach, to the front of her skirt, pulling up the hem.

Mikayla gentle raised her hips, so that her skirt was now around her waist. The touch of his fingers on her upper thigh caused the rest of her typed words to be a mis-match of random letters. However, she continued to type as he had instructed, so that no one outside the office would catch on to what they were up to if they passed.

Although, if they were to enter her office and come near her desk, they would see exactly what was going on. The thought of getting caught caused Mikayla's body to heat up even more, and she had to bite back a moan as his fingers slipped into her panties.

She could not help but begin to move her hips, as Damien gently rubbed his finger over her.

"I want to taste you." He whispered.

She shook her head, not trusting her voice at the moment.

"Yes," he countered.

Mikayla's voice coming out as a hushed whisper, "No," a moan escaped her. "Wh-what about in your office?" she suggested, not even sure if she could get up and walk now anyway.

Damien's lips kissed her neck once more, "I want to taste you here, mon petit oiseau des îles."

"But anyone could walk past, what if someone decided to walk in?" Mikayla shivered as his fingers never let up torturing her.

With a smile he said, "Let them, besides it's not like they will know. Just remember to be quiet."

He quickly sucked on her neck once again, as he pulled her chair back a bit before lowering himself onto his knees, crawling under her desk, ending up between her legs. Damien looked up at her and flashed a smile.

"So that's why you got me this new big desk! Such a freak!" Mikayla whispered down at him.

Sending her a wink, he said, "Your freak," as his head leaned towards her right leg.

He ran his hands up both her legs as he kissed her right knee. His tongue came out to taste her skin, so happy that she never wore stockings, she felt so smooth.

Suddenly, she heard voices in the hallway.

"Continue typing." Damien whispered from below her desk.

Clearing her throat, Mikayla started to type again. She stared at her screen, while keeping the entrance to her office in view. She spotted two secretaries, walking with papers in their hand, heading towards the elevator.

Damien's hands moved up her thighs, pulling Mikayla's attention back to him. The movement caused her to shiver, and she began opening her legs more to give him better access.

His lips kissed her left knee, then her right knee once more before travelling up. His hands were moving slightly faster up the sides of her legs. Mikayla felt Damien's hands move under her skirt and around her hips to squeeze her ass, while his lips moved to kiss on her right inner thigh.

He loved the feel of her, he could not get enough as he grabbed her bottom and squeezed. Damien continued to place gentle kisses on her skin, until he could not help himself and sucked on her inner thigh. Mikayla felt his hands holding on to her, pressing her against his mouth. She resisted the urge to put her hands on his head and push him higher up.

Sensing her need, Damien mumbled against her thigh, "Move yourself a bit forward and sit on the edge of your chair," then he gently bit on the skin that he had been teasing with his lips.

As Mikayla raised her hips again and moved forward, Damien's hands let go of her bottom and slid up to grab her panties and pull them down and past her hip.

She lifted herself somewhat from the chair as he pulled her panties down, her eyes glancing down to catch him staring up at her face. Their eyes were locked in a heated gaze as she watched him slide the panties off, then put them into his inner jacket pocket.

"Damien!" Mikayla huffed out in a soft scold, shocked by his shameless behaviour, even if it aroused her even further.

"I'm keeping these," he said and, with another wicked smile, leaned forward, his lips moving higher this time.

His mouth opened and his tongue moved out slowly. She watched him looking at her, as he touched her exposed skin, her eyes closed. He let his hands slide under her thighs up to her bottom again. He leaned forward and kissed the apex between her thighs.

She gasped quietly, as she felt his tongue against her, and she had to fight to keep her eyes open.

Mikayla found herself moving her hips in the opposite direction of his tongue. She knew he was teasing her and she loved it. Damien continued his ministrations, causing Mikayla to mover her hips a little faster. Taking a hint, he began to increase his movements.

She closed her eyes tightly to keep herself from screaming as he brought her closer to the edge of release. Not being able to take it anymore, Mikayla grabbed his head and pushed herself against him. Damien knew just how to please her, as his mouth continued its assault.

Mikayla could have sworn that she heard voices approaching in the hallway, and her eyes snapped open, focusing on the door. A stifled moan escaped her lips as she suddenly exploded. Her body convulsed as she tossed her head back.

When her trembling eased, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. As she tried to catch her breath, she felt him rain soft kisses against her inner thigh.

A sudden knock against her door forced her eyes open wide.

"Sorry to interrupt you my dear, but have you seen Mr. Arnauld?" Mrs. Clemons asked.

She simply shook her head. Mikayla did not trust herself to speak just yet.

The elderly women's eyebrows furrowed slight, "Strange, I could have sworn I saw him by his office earlier. No matter, I'll try him on his cell."

A minute later the loud ringing of Damien's phone could be heard, resonating from beneath Mikayla's desk.

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Later that afternoon, Mikayla kissed Damien before she left the office. He had suggested that she took the driver, but she told him that she would be quicker if she used the underground.

She told him not to worry and that she would not be long, as she was heading out to pick up a package for Hannah, who had to stay back at work later than intended. Mikayla assured him that she would meet him back at the penthouse before dinner.

Mikayla had gotten her errand done faster than she had anticipated. a smile plastered on her face, she walked across a bridge, enjoying the beautiful weather. She could not wait to get back to Damien. She was a few walking minutes away from the underground station that would take her directly back to the penthouse. She inwardly groaned when she suddenly heard her name being called out by a voice that sounded all too familiar.

Bethany quickened her pace in order to catch up with her, "I thought that was you Mikayla!"

Mikayla did not really want to talk to the brunette right now. It almost felt like the woman was stalking her.

With a sigh she said, "It's really not a good time Bethany."

"Just hear me out Mikayla, please?" she pleaded somewhat.

As she turned to Bethany to tell her that she did not really have any time to talk, the sound of piercing screams unexpectedly filled the air. A crazed driver had mounted the pavement and was ploughing through innocent pedestrians.

The large vehicle hit them both, before either woman had a chance to turn around and see what was going on. Mikayla felt the initial impact, but she did not feel anything as her body was flung into the air, landing with a sickening thud on the street.

Laying there, she saw Bethany. Her head had a nasty gash on its side and her body had landed in a contorted position, laying only a few feet away from her. Mikayla realised that she could not scream as tears began to roll down her face, while Bethany's lifeless hazel eyes stared into nothingness.

Mikayla was unable to move her body, as her vision slowly became blurred. The fuzzing movements of the vehicle filled her vision, as it continued down its path of devastation. With shallow gasps, her blood slowly soaked into the road below her.

Life was indeed unpredictable.