Page 76 of Unleashed

“I know you’re used to getting your way,” I said, my voice laced with both frustration and teasing.

Michael smirked, not denying it. “I won’t deny that I do. I just want to know there’s a chance.”

“There is,” I admitted softly. “Try to be patient with me. My body is in it, but my heart and head... they need time to catch up.”

He nodded, but I could see the impatience flickering in his eyes. “We should go back to work.”

I pouted, leaning in closer. “I thought you were going to make me come?”

His chuckle was low, rumbling in his chest. “You’re very greedy when it comes to orgasms.”

“Well, you give them so good.” I met his gaze, daring him to deny me what we both knew I wanted.

Michael's lips twitched, but he stayed firm. “Waiting will make it better. Your gratification will be worth more.”

I huffed,folding my arms. “You’re denying me? I can always go to the bathroom and get myself off.”

The second the words left my mouth, a wave of embarrassment hit me. I wasn’t serious. There were probably women who did that kind of thing, but not me. The thought of it made my cheeks flush hot.

Michael’s eyebrow shot up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Do it,” he said, his voice like a challenge. “And come to my desk when you’re done.”

My heart stuttered. “Whatever for?”

“I love seeing your pink cheeks and that satisfied look after you’ve come.” His voice dipped lower. “Now go. And don’t lie, because I’m very familiar with how you look after coming.”

Panic twisted in my gut. I’d painted myself into a corner, and now I had to figure out a way out without losing face. “You can’t be serious. You want me to go back to work without washing my hands?”

Michael leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. “I like your scent. And if I want to smell it, I’ll summon you.”

“You’re mad,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “You could just touch me yourself if you want my scent on your fingers.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” He stepped back, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I’d much rather watch your cheeks flush with embarrassment.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Why don’t you get a real office? With walls and a door?”

Michael grinned. “For what? Dirty, little, afternoon trysts where I bend you over my desk?”

“Exactly.” I shot him a look, hoping to steer the conversation away from this ridiculous demand.

Instead, he checked his watch, completely unbothered. “You have an assignment,” he said smoothly. “Ten minutes. That should be more than enough time.”

Before I could protest, Michael walked around me and unlocked the door, letting it swing wide open. He placed the door stop back, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded, as he strolled out of the room.

I stared after him, my mind racing. Was he serious? I knew if I didn’t do what he asked, somehow, some way, he’d know. And the smug satisfaction he’d get from catching me in a lie... I couldn’t bear it.

I was still frozen in place when Clara walked in, oblivious, making a beeline for the copier.

“Hey,” she greeted casually, barely glancing at me as she fiddled with the machine.

“Hey,” I managed to squeak out, desperately hoping she wouldn’t notice my flushed face or my racing heart.

Clara turned toward me briefly, offering a friendly smile. “You okay? You look a little... distracted.”

“Uh, yeah. Just... thinking about some things.”

She gave a nonchalant nod before turning her attention back to the copier. “Well, don’t let me keep you.”

I forced a smile, but the moment she left, dread settled in my stomach. Ten minutes. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

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