My head went back against his shoulder and I moaned.
“Interesting,” he breathed in my ear. “That’s a hell of a giveaway. I think you might not have been kidding after all.”
He flipped open my button one-handed—dexterous fucker—and yanked down my zipper. I could feel the wet material of my jeans, weighed down by the cell in my pocket, slide down the curve of my ass.
“Do you agree to my terms, Mr. Ross? To continue your employment.”
I took a deep breath. There was no one I’d ever trusted quite the way I trusted Micah and sure as fuck no one I’d ever wanted this much.
“Yes, Mr. Bloom. I understand. Anything to keep my job.”
His smile was like Christmas. He removed my shirt in record time, and pushed my jeans and boxers down over the curve of my ass.
“So,onceagain, hands against the wall, Mr. Ross. Don’t make me ask you a third time.”
I was shiveringhardnow, chilled from the rain and hot with arousal, but I braced my hands against the wall obediently and shuffled my feet back. My feet were apart and my jeans were hanging around my thighs as I braced for whatever was about to happen.
But I wasn’t prepared to feel his fingers gliding over my ass slowly and reverently like it was the first time he’d seen it when it was definitely,definitelynot.
“What are you doing?” I demanded as goosebumps raced up my spine. “This isn’t punishment.”
“So smooth,” he said, almost absently. “Do you know, your ass was one of the first things I noticed about you?”
“I thought it was my sassy mouth,” I snapped, looking over my shoulder.
He slapped my right cheek, just once, hard enough to shock. I sucked in a breath as my erection pulsed.
“That too,” he agreed in that same absent tone, and he went back to trailing his fingers up and down, up and down.
I shuffled my feet. My skin stung but only the tiniest bit, but the rest of me was flushed warm and I felt… exposed.
“You can get on with it any time now,” I informed him.
Micah slapped my ass again, this time once on each cheek. I inhaled sharply and faced forward, watching my fists clench and unclench as I tried to find purchase against the smooth wall.
“Stop talking, Ross.”
“What if Iliketalking?” I demanded hoping it would earn me another slap… anything to stop him from staring at me and taking his own sweet time.
But just then my cell phone rang. Micah’s fingers paused in their exploration.
“You should get that,” he said.
I laughed. “You’re out of your mind. Ignore it.”
He didn’t, though. In fact, he trailed his fingers down my inner thigh and bent to grab my fucking phone from my pocket.
“Would you look at that?” he said, all innocent. “It’s Julian.”
I turned my head to look at him again with narrowed eyes. “Honest to God, I don’t care if it’s that Nigerian prince finally calling to give me my millions. Shut it off.”
Micah smiled and held the phone over my shoulder. “You said you wanted to talk. So talk while I touch you. And when you’re done with your call, I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you.”
I held his gaze for a second. There was a trick here, I knew it. But I slid my thumb over the screen to accept the call.
“Jules? Everything okay?” I demanded.
Micah’s hands coasted up and down the naked skin of my back in an extremely distracting way before coming to rest on my ass again.
