Page 75 of Unleashed

Michael’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “I can think of a few things. Meet me there in five minutes.”

His hand brushed my ass as he walked away, and I felt a thrill rush up my spine. I watched him go, his stride confident and unapologetic. We’d been at this for two weeks—two weeks of sneaking around, and all the while, I was still seeing Slade. They were polar opposites—Slade, sweet and tender, and Michael, the one who pushed me to my limits, made me feel more alive, more powerful.

I dumped my coffee into the sink, suddenly uninterested, and took my time washing the mug, the seconds dragging. My pulse thrummed in anticipation, even though I knew I was playing a dangerous game. Two men, neither aware of the other, and both hooked on me. It was intoxicating. I wielded an unspoken power over them—rich, successful men who were all but eating out of my hand. But I had to keep the balance. Each time I slipped away from one, I had to make excuses for why I couldn’t be with the other.

I justified it. Men had done it for years—why couldn’t I?

The five minutes felt like an eternity, but when my watch finally ticked over, I slipped down the hall. My hand trembled slightly as I grasped the handle of the copy room door. I opened it slowly, heart pounding in my chest.

Michael sat inside, his legs spread, his erection straining against his blue pinstriped slacks. He didn’t bother to hide the hunger in his eyes.

“Lock it,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding.

“This is nuts,” I muttered, my hand hovering over the lock.

“Do it,” he growled.

The click of the lock felt final, trapping me in the space with him. His eyes darkened, and before I could process it, he was on me, his mouth crushing mine in a fevered kiss. His hands were rough, palming my breasts through my blouse, while his body pressed me against the cool wall.

He grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand to his hardness. I stroked him through the fabric, feeling a rush of heat between my legs.

“What’s your end game, Michael?” I whispered breathlessly.

“I’d like to fuck you here,” he said, his voice a low rasp against my ear. “But I’ll settle for making you come.”

“And what about you?” I asked, my fingers tracing the outline of his arousal.

“You’ll make it up to me tonight,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine.

I pulled back slightly, shaking my head. “I can’t tonight. I have plans.”

He paused, his grip loosening as he stared into my eyes. “Plans?” His tone was sharp, suspicious.

“I’m meeting a friend for drinks,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Then come after.” He wasn’t letting this go.

I exhaled, feeling the tension rise between us. “It might be late. I’ll probably be out for a while.”

His expression hardened, and he stepped back, releasing me. “You can say no if you don’t want to spend time with me.”

I frowned, confused by the sudden shift in his mood. “Where’s this coming from?”

“This isn’t the first excuse I’ve heard from you,” Michael said, folding his arms across his chest. “I thought we were keeping this casual, but you’re acting like it’s something else.”

I crossed my arms, mirroring his stance. “Are you jealous or something?”

“Are you seeing someone else?” His voice was calm, but the accusation in his words was unmistakable.

“No. Why would you think that?” My pulse quickened, but I kept my voice steady.

He studied me, his gaze piercing. “I’m falling for you. If you’re not on the same page, I need to know.”

I froze, guilt tightening in my chest. I wasn’t ready for this, for the expectations, for the emotional weight of his words. I needed more time to juggle them both, to keep up this charade. “Michael, I don’t fall that easily. Give me some time.”

It was the same lie I’d told Slade, the same line I used to string him along while I indulged in Michael. How long until one of them figured it out?

Michael’s jaw clenched. “I’m an impatient man. You know this.”

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