I’m unhinged.
Goddammit, I want more.
I tear my mouth from hers.
I pull back an inch so I can see her face.
“Tell me to stop.”
She says nothing. She stares at me, her chest heaving.
If I were a better man, I wouldn’t even need to ask. I’d respect her wish, but fuck, this woman…
“Tell me to stop, kitten.”Do I look as crazed as I feel and sound?
“Don’t stop.” Her voice is husky, not much louder than a whisper.
Two words.
A world of possibility opens up to us.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Forget everything I’ve said so far. Just kiss me.”
In a mad rush, I remove my suit jacket and fling it somewhere in my office.
“Come here,” I say, before lifting her from the sofa and dropping her on my lap.
Like a good girl, she straddles me.
“You make me fucking crazy, Michaela.”
“This doesn’t make any sense. I’m supposed to hate you.”
“You can hate me and still want me,” I say. “Based on last night, when we channel that hate-lust energy between us, it’s combustive.”
“This is so confusing.”
“Why waste time over-analyzing it?” I lift my hips, pushing my cock against her, and a groan slips from her lips.
Cradling her face in my hand, I devour her lips.
She tastes as sweet as the breakfast pastries she ate.
I skim my free hand from her knee, up her thigh, to the hem of her pretty dress.
She shifts on my lap, grinding down against my monster erection. I groan into her mouth as my tongue glides along hers.
This shouldn’t feel this good.
She places her hand against my chest and pushes away from me. Concerned eyes meet mine.
“What is it?”
“What if someone comes into your office and finds us like this? Is the door locked?”
All the doors on this floor lock automatically. Furthermore, they’re all equipped with a keyless touch-pad lock. It’s a bit Fort Knox, but no way am I going to get fooled again.
