Page 77 of Unleashed

"Are you okay?I saw Mr. Elliott walk out of here a few minutes ago. Did he yell at you?" Clara's voice broke through my daze, pulling me back to reality.

I forced a smile, brushing off her concern. "We had a conversation, that's all."

She gave me a sympathetic look. "Don’t get down on yourself. He requires a lot from his staff. It won’t be the last time, I’m sure."

"Thanks." I needed to escape. "Excuse me," I murmured, slipping past her and out into the hallway.

My heart was racing, not from the encounter with Michael, but from the way he had gotten under my skin, lighting a fire inside me that I couldn’t shake. I hurried to the women's bathroom, pushing the door open and scanning the empty room. Ten stalls, all with those cold, stainless-steel doors that reflected my anxious expression back at me.

I headed for the farthest stall, away from any prying eyes. The moment I shut the door, I leaned against the cool tiledwall, my breath shaky. The exchange with Michael had left me wanting, and I needed relief. The wet heat between my legs was unbearable, and I hiked up my black skirt, fingers trembling as they slipped into the soft pink lace of my panties.

A shiver ran down my spine as my fingers found my throbbing clit, circling in rapid, desperate motions. My eyes fluttered shut, every nerve in my body on fire. I could still hear Michael’s voice, still feel the way he looked at me, demanding my submission even from across the office.

It didn’t take long. My orgasm washed over me in waves, quick and overwhelming. My knees buckled, and I sat down on the toilet, breathless. I reached for some tissue, trying to clean myself, but it was pointless. My panties were soaked through.

The shame hit me, but there was no time to dwell on it. I had to face Michael. I straightened my skirt, resisted the urge to wash my hands, and headed to his desk, my nerves buzzing.

When I arrived, Michael was on the phone, casually leaning back in his chair. He didn’t miss a beat, gesturing for me to sit without breaking his conversation. I settled into the black leather chair across from him, trying to appear composed despite the heat still simmering inside me.

His eyes never left mine, even as he rattled off numbers to the person on the other end of the line with complete confidence. He didn’t need to check his laptop, not once. But beneath his calm demeanor, I could see the glint in his eyes, the unspoken power play. He knew what he had made me do.

I squirmed in my seat, still feeling the wetness clinging to my panties, still throbbing for more. Michael’s lips twitched into a small, knowing smile as I shifted again, trying to find some relief.

His eyes darkened, and he mouthed a single word. “Stop.”

Heat flushed my cheeks, and I stilled, biting my lip. My body was betraying me, still aching for him, but I didn’t dare move again.

Finally, Michael hung up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He leaned forward, folding his hands on his desk, his gaze locking onto mine.

“So,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “did you follow my instructions?”

I swallowed, my pulse quickening. “Yes.”

His smile deepened,dark and dangerous. “Good. Now come here.”

"Miss Kincaid, did you do what I asked?" Michael's voice was low, a dangerous edge to it as he leaned back in his chair, eyes locked onto mine.

I met his gaze, unwilling to back down. "I thought you could tell," I challenged, keeping my voice steady, even though my heart raced.

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "I can. I was just wondering if you'd admit it."

I hesitated, feeling the weight of his question. "I did what you asked," I whispered, barely able to get the words out, the tension between us thick.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "And did you wash your hand?"

A shiver ran through me. "You told me not to."

"Which means," he said, eyes darkening with desire, "your intoxicating scent is still on your fingers. I'm hard just thinking about it. Come here."

My pulse quickened, but I glanced around, nerves fraying. "Michael, people can see us."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone commanding. "And I’m giving you an order."

I let out a slow, shaky breath, my heart pounding faster. Every part of me screamed to stay in my seat, but my body had a different reaction. I stood and moved around his desk, feeling the heat between us intensify as I came to stand by his side.

"Put your hand near my screen," he instructed, "as if you're pointing to something."

Swallowing, I bent down and did as he asked, pretending to focus on the blank space of the oversized monitor. Michael leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin as he squinted, pretending to inspect the invisible issue. But I knew what he was really doing—he inhaled deeply, taking in my scent, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

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