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“I’m s-sorry, it...it was supposed to be joke. I...I didn’t think she would stop—”

He reached down, took her arm tightly in his hand, and almost yanked her out of the chair, not listening to her whispered protests as he marched them out of the ballroom. When the doors shut behind them, he looked left and right and then strode to a conference room that was down the hall to the right at the end of the hallway. They entered the room, and he waved his hands at the wall closest to the double doors, where the sensors were to turn on the lights.

He finally turned to face her, and his haze of anger faded in sudden shock. His brain was finally registering what Ambra looked like and what she was wearing.

She began to stutter again as his eyes ran over her. She was not wearing her signature braids; instead, her natural hair had been straightened and shortened to a bob that fell to her jaw, one side covering her forehead and almost one of her eyes. Her lashes were long and luscious—extensions perhaps?

He wasn’t sure, but damn they emphasized her deep-brown eyes, and with her makeup and red lipstick, her face reminded him of the sexy Jessica Rabbit. Her mouth was pouty and plump, and the dark eyeshadow and contouring on her cheeks gave her face a natural sultry look. Diamond drop earrings hung down from her ears and almost touched her shoulders. His eyes lowered to her exposed shoulders and upper chest, where her plump breasts almost looked to be falling out of her dress. He looked lower still, taking in her cinched waist and the flair of her hips. Her red mermaid dress complemented her figure and her dark skin perfectly. On her feet were matching red open-toed high heel that raised her tall form to match his height.

When she waved her hands as she spoke, he got a whiff of the perfume she was wearing, and he became suddenly hard staring at the body that had been hidden from him for as long as he knew her. Whatever the fuck is in that scent is intoxicating.

“Michael, Micky, I am so sorry. I will fix this. I promise. Give me her number and I will set up a meeting.”

He shook himself out of his sudden lustful stupor. “Shut up; the damage is done,” he barked.

He had never thought of her as more than just a friend, one of his buddies to hang out with and do stuff with, and he was enraged that his childhood friend had done him dirty like that, especially knowing what he had planned with Summer.

“But Michael—”

He hadn’t intended on kissing her when he had walked with her, his hand tight on her arm, telling her in no uncertain terms that she had no choice but to follow when she tried to pull away. His anger had risen more. Michael was known for his laid-back, jovial nature, until he was pissed off by someone or something that he didn’t agree with, and right now, his anger and unhappiness with the situation was directed at Ambra.

He had at least given her the consideration of doing this in private, instead of everyone and the press seeing what was about to happen, which is why he had taken her to the first conference room that would be empty.

He hadn’t known what he was going to say or do, but the moment they entered the room and he heard her stuttering her excuses, her bosom rising and falling with each agitated breath, he couldn’t see straight and didn’t want to hear it. She had ruined all his plans. Summer would see this as a humiliation planned by him and his best friend.

He slammed his lips down on her’s, silencing her. He had meant to punish her with his kiss, not to elicit a moan of ecstasy. Michael could make a woman orgasm just by kissing her. He loved women’s lips and took his time with teasing and exploring their mouths, but tonight that was far from what he wanted Ambra to feel.

When Ambra stiffened in his arms and began to struggle against him, pushing at his hard chest with her hands, refusing to bend to his punishment, he was about to let her go because they were friends. Until she bit his lip in warning—not enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt. An unexpected heat poured through him.

Changing everything between them, he could feel her defiance in every part of her body tight against his. Her laboured breathing pushed her breasts into his chest, and he now wanted to feel the weight of them in his hands. Having Ambra in his arms had him changing his kiss. Now, instead of punishing her, he couldn’t control the urge to conquer her mouth. He pulled her tighter into his embrace.

How dare she resist my punishment? She did me dirty. Her joke, as she claimed, went too far.

She turned her head away, moving away from his mouth.

“Michael—”

“What? Aren’t I finally giving you what you have always wanted? Hmm?” he said coldly as he ran his mouth along her jaw and felt her shiver. A triumphant feeling poured over him as she responded, confusion coming over him at his response to her.

When they first met and became friends, they were young, too young for anything other than just being friends. As they matured, he had put her entirely in the friend zone; she was just like one of the guys to him, but at this moment, with her in his arms, feeling her curves pressed against his, her scent, feeling her soft skin and strong jaw under his lips, he was getting hard, especially as she softened against him for a minute before she stiffened and tried to push him away again.

“Michael, I am warning you.” Ambra threatened but her voice sounded husky.

“Tutu. Just being a good best friend and giving you what you wanted,” he said, leaning his head back and moving his hand into her coarse hair, pulling her head slightly back, making her gasp from the sting of his pull. He quirked an eyebrow up and almost chuckled at her angry, frustrated look, her lips pouting. Her hands gripped his shoulders to keep her balance, as he had her slightly tilted back. The heat and imagining her lips on his cock made his loins ache and grow heavy. I want her.

“Micki—” she implored but then gasped when he reached down with his other hand, cupping one of her ample breasts and squeezing it gently.

“Don’t call me that; that was your nickname for me when we were kids and as my best friend, but now you have gone and changed all that, and we are about to be so much more than what you bargained on. Let me show you a little taste of what to expect at the cabin retreat with me,” he promised before taking advantage of her gasp as he moved his hand over her breast, touching, squeezing, and rubbing his fingers against the now pointed tip he could feel through the material of her dress.

He moved his mouth over her now parted lips. They felt juicy underneath his, responding now, and tasted sweet. He dived in, forgetting where they were and who she’d been to him. Kissing her was sweeping away all his control. He was hot and excited, and he wondered if it was partly because he was kissing his friend, who he now had to acknowledge was all woman.

Damn. She filled out the dress to perfection, and her breast filled his hand. He was a breast and ass man, and from the very fitted dress, he now realized that Ambra had hidden a lot with all the loose clothes she usually wore. He had never noticed, and now he wondered why.

She moaned, and her tongue came out to trace his bottom lip, causing a low rumble to escape his chest. He liked the way she was teasing his lip, and he couldn’t resist, moving his hand out of her hair and down her back until he cupped her tight ass in his hand, thrusting forward with his hard cock. All his thoughts were consumed with hearing the needy moans that were escaping her lips.

He moved down to kiss and suck on her neck. She let out a low moan and gripped the back of his neck, seeking purchase. “Michael,” he heard her whisper, and his heart raced with elation.

“Michael.”

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