Page 30 of Breathe Like Hell

Are you still mad?

Do you hate me?

“Hi,” I said dumbly.

“Hi. You’re in my office.”

“Yes. I am.” With Micah here, I could forget about everything else in the world and allow myself to be lost in him. My favorite labyrinth. Even if he was starting to make me feel a bit insane.

I was out of my depth with him, but I was still treading water. I’m still here, and I still want this.

“Can you help me with something?” I slowly crossed the room, walking behind the desk. Micah pushed back in his chair, reclining against the seat, his body relaxed. His presence was somehow both intimidating and comforting to me.

My muscles were taut with nervousness as I waited for Micah to acknowledge what I’d done earlier today. I wanted him to be jealous. Surely he could smell me by now.

“What do you need?”

“Help.”

“Help with what?” he arched a brow, an amused smirk tilting the side of his sinful mouth. I fucking loved when he looked at me like that.

“With stuff.”

“You’re going to need to elaborate. I can’t read your mind.”

“I thought you could read my mind.”

“Your emotions. But only if I choose to, which I often don’t. Tell me what you could possibly need my help with right now,” he teased. Even without peering into my skull, I was certain he knew what I wanted from him—the very thing he’d denied me the last time I’d seen him.

Eye contact in the mirror, low words pressed to the shell of my ear, strong hands under my sleep shirt…

I shuffled closer to him, then lowered myself onto my knees between his feet. “Or I can help you,” I offered quietly, my thighs pressing together.

Micah leaned forward and held the side of my face, guiding me to rest my cheek on his thigh. My eyelids fell shut and I savored the feeling of his slacks on my flushed skin, warmth pooling low in my belly.

“No,” he murmured. “Neither of us are going to be helping each other.”

I nuzzled my cheek on his thigh, eyes lifting to meet his. My brows pushed together. “What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?” His thumb skimmed back and forth along my cheekbone, brushing a few stray hairs away.

“Something I won’t like.”

“You know, you have a very bad habit of underestimating me. This isn’t the first time it’s happened.” Micah moved his hand to grasp my chin, his thumb tugging down my lower lip, my jaw softly opening. “When I tell you I’m going to do something, I mean it.”

I was breathing quicker now as Micah pushed his thumb into my mouth, sliding it along my tongue. He leaned down, using his hold on my jaw to tug me closer to him.

You wanted to play games.

So we’re going to play fucking games.

His words echoed in my head.

“And you smell like him.” He tilted his head, focusing his gaze on the sight of his thumb in my mouth. I couldn’t hide my desperation when he said it. The tilt of my eyebrows, the press of my thighs. “You’re still covered in his cum. You knew I’d be able to smell it when you came here. So precious, so perfect, yet so awful. So mean to me. Are you trying to make me jealous so I’ll fuck you?”

Yes.

I shook my head as much as I could, small whines slipping past my lips.