Page 87 of Unleashed

I smiled at him. “That’s a good idea.

Slade’s fingers moved up my calves, kneading the muscles as I melted into the sofa. I closed my eyes, unable to stifle the soft moan that slipped out.

"You like that?" His voice had a teasing edge. "Should've said something sooner."

A small smile tugged at my lips. "I like all massages."

Slade chuckled, his hands never pausing their ascent. "I can massage other areas," he said, voice dropping lower. "With my tongue, maybe?"

"That too." I opened my eyes just enough to catch his wicked smile.

"What did you have in mind?" My question hung in the air as his hand trailed higher, massaging the muscles of my thigh until he reached the hem of my pink shorts. My breath hitched, heart thudding as his fingers slipped inside, brushing over the white lace of my panties.

His fingers found my wetness immediately. "You want me," he whispered, confidence oozing from every word.

"Don’t flatter yourself," I shot back, but my voice wavered, betraying me.

He chuckled again, stroking my clit with maddening precision. I shifted, my hips arching to give him better access as I gripped the cushions beneath me, my breath quickening.

"This would work better if you took everything off," he murmured, his fingers playing against me.

"Would it now?" I managed, though I was already losing control.

Slade leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Yes. I like when you’re naked."

I bit my lip, fighting back the wave building inside me. "I bet you do."

"Come for me, Morgan," he growled, his voice dripping with command.

A gasp escaped me as the tension coiled and snapped, sending me spiraling into my release. My body convulsed, my breath coming in ragged bursts. "Fuck!" I screamed, riding the wave until it finally ebbed. Slade’s fingers slowed, drawing out every last tremor before he pulled them away, slipping them into his mouth with a satisfied hum.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured, eyes locked on mine. "I could use some dessert."

I leaned back, catching my breath. "I have to work tomorrow," I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

He grinned. "So? We can’t play before we sleep?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Can we play now?"

Before he could answer, the shrill ring of the lobby phone cut through the haze. I frowned, pushing off the sofa with wobbly legs. "Who the hell could that be?"

I answered the phone, hoping it wasn’t who I thought it was. "Miss Kincaid, we just received a delivery for you," the concierge said.

"A delivery? I’m not expecting anything. What is it?"

"Flowers."

Flowers? My stomach tightened. "From who?"

"It doesn’t say."

I sighed. "I’ll be down in a minute."

Hanging up the phone, I slid on my flip-flops, the post-orgasmic bliss quickly turning into frustration. Michael. This had to be him, showing up uninvited after ignoring me all week.

"Everything okay?" Slade asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Just a delivery. I’ll be right back."

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