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All right. Her mind raced. What did he want to do? Would he take her somewhere and get naked
so they could go at it for approximately thirty minutes? But where? She had no idea where people
went for illicit encounters. Where are we going?
Just meet me, Michaela. He paused, the moment heavy with tension. And bring your panties.
He hung up, the click loud in her ear and she slowly lowered her cell phone until it clattered on
top of her desk.
It was totally wrong that her body was on high alert, ready to meet Austin in she glanced at the
clock again approximately eight minutes. What did he have planned?
She couldn t fucking wait to find out.
After a night of unbelievable sex, the disappointment Austin felt at waking up alone had been
overwhelming. Irritating. He wasn t one who liked to linger in bed until the early dawn. He preferred
to sleep alone, no distractions, and besides he was usually exhausted after a bout of satisfying sex.
The sex with Michaela had been beyond satisfying. He had given her at least four orgasms that he
knew of and he d had two. They d fallen asleep in a tangle of limp arms and legs, her head resting on
his chest, his cheek on top of her head. Holding each other close, another thing he really didn t enjoy
post-coital.
But with Michaela, everything felt so damn right.
She d snuck out of his bed, and he hadn t even heard her. He d reached for her upon wakening,
found his bed empty and hell if his heart hadn t felt empty too.
He was damn pitiful, mooning over a woman. He d been lusting after her for so long he thought by
finally having her it would get her out of his system.
It didn t work. And he was fooling himself if he believed that was his true intention. He d wanted
her, and he knew once he had her he d continue to want her.
And continue to have her. He was just enough of a cocky bastard to believe that.
Sending her the text message had been his plan to rile her up. It worked. The thought of her up in
her office in some prim skirt suit like she usually wore with no panties on had his cock surging against
the fly of his jeans. He should be spent, worn the hell out, yet all he could think about was getting
inside Michaela.
Now he waited, and he hoped she was a little late. That way he could punish her, draw it out,
drive her crazy, drive himself a little crazy too.
He had a feeling she d like it. That she could take whatever he dished out. That maybe she wanted
him to dish it out.
She was bad, his Michaela. Naughtier than he thought she would be. Or maybe he just brought it
out in her. He had no clue.
He certainly wasn t complaining.
At five minutes past twelve, he watched her exit the building, a harried expression on her face, the
hot early afternoon wind blowing tendrils of hair all around her head. She wore a navy blue blazer
and matching skirt with a pale yellow tank top beneath the blazer and she shrugged out of it, curling
the jacket over her arm.
Oh, damn she looked good, the skimpy top skimming her slight curves, the cut of her skirt making
her ass look amazing.
He couldn t wait to get his hands on her.
She approached his side of the car and he rolled down the window, the blast of hot air smacking
him in the face. Sorry. Had to take a phone call.
He cocked a brow, going for macho asshole. You re late.
I know. She brushed the tangled hair away from her mouth. I m sorry.
Get in.
Michaela rounded the car and got in on the passenger side, her scent filling the close confines of
the car immediately. He breathed deep, held it in, savored her unique sweet scent and then he glanced
down at her lap.
Did you bring the panties?
Nibbling on her lower lip she nodded, patted her right pocket. I did.
Show me.
Slowly she reached into the pocket and drew the flimsy material out until her hand was in front of
him, the pale pink panties in a crumpled ball in the middle of her palm. He stared down at them,
arousal smacking him swift and hard at the sudden vision that swam in his head of her completely
bare beneath that skirt.
And that she was mere inches away from him. It would only take him five seconds to reach
beneath the fabric and touch her silky hot flesh.
Austin took her panties, shoved them into the front pocket of his jeans before reaching for her,
resting his hand on the inside of her thigh. Her skirt had slid up, revealing her slim thighs, and he
allowed himself the pleasure of stroking her skin once, twice, his fingertips tingling.
A little whimper escaped her and he looked up into her face, saw the needy expression there. She
was just as turned on as he was, maybe more so.
You want me to touch you?
She nodded, didn t say a word.
Want me to get you off with my fingers stroking your clit?
Another muffled whimper, another furious nod of her head.
He withdrew his hand from her thigh. I m not going to. That ll be part of your punishment.
Oh God. Her voice was strained, her breathing accelerated, and he marveled at this woman
sitting next to him.
Who knew she d be this unbelievably hot? He d had his suspicions but he hadn t expected this.
He decided to push her further.
Can you sneak me in up there? He nodded toward her work building.
Her gaze met his, green eyes wide before she glanced at the building. Where?
Somewhere private where no one can walk in on us. He reached for her chin, grasped it
between his fingers so she was forced to look at him. I have a task for you.
A t-task? Her voice trembled, and she moistened her lips with her tongue.
Austin held back the groan that wanted to spill. Mmm, hmm. You re good at tasks, right,
Michaela? You re doing them all day long at work.
Okay. She paused, a little hitch in her breathing when he stroked the soft skin of her jaw.
What s my task?
He leaned in close, the better to relish her response. You ll see. Now will you sneak me in or
not?
I can. But we have to go now. He released his grip on her and she opened the car door,
scrambling out as quickly as her high-heeled shoes would take her.
Austin followed her, admiring the swish of her hips, the shift of her ass beneath the tight skirt. Her
long legs were sleek and smooth, her feet encased in sexy shoes, and he marveled at how easy it was
to be aroused by her.
After years of being with men, she just did it for him. He couldn t remember the last time a woman
turned him on so much. And not only was he attracted to her, but he also liked her. Considered her a
good friend.
Which meant he was treading in dangerous territory and putting himself at risk. Was he fucking
crazy?
For her, yes.
She took him around the side of the building and they entered through another door by her punching
in a code on a keypad. She waved him inside, her expression anxious and he went in, both of them
walking quietly up the stairs.
We ll go to the boardroom. No one will go in there because it s lunch. We can lock the door,
she murmured when they came to another door.
He nodded, watched as she opened the door that led to a hallway that was on the second floor. He
recognized it, he d been there before a few times to pick Michaela up or drop something off. Some of
the salesmen were jerks. A handful of them always had something to say, snickering and laughing
behind his back because of the way he dressed or his sexual preference. He d heard them a couple of
times, usually brushed it off.
He also knew that a few of them were hot for Michaela. She d so much as told him so, letting him
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