Page 72 of Unleashed

"I don’t," I said, shaking my head with a soft laugh. "Thank you, though. My boss pays me quite well."

"He should pay you more," Michael said, stepping closer. "You’re worth so much more."

I tilted my head, looking up at him. "You pay me enough."

He smiled, his fingers trailing along my jaw before tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His knuckles brushed againstmy cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "You still haven’t answered me. What would you like to eat?"

I held his gaze, my pulse quickening with boldness. "You," I whispered. "I’d like to eat you."

His eyebrows shot up, surprised but amused. "I didn’t bring you here for sex."

"Suppose my motive for coming was sex," I countered, taking a step closer, my voice dropping. "Would you give it to me?"

I wanted him. All his seductive glances and charming words since I met him had wormed their way inside me. I found him more than appealing.

His eyes darkened, but he remained composed. "I hadn’t planned on sex."

I scoffed, my hand drifting down to rest against his crotch, where I felt him stiffen beneath my touch. "I’m not a virgin. Far from it. Why is having sex with you so different from any other man?"

Michael’s jaw tightened, his fingers wrapping around my wrist, though he didn’t pull my hand away. "I didn’t say it was different," he said softly, his voice edged with restraint. "But our relationship isn’t at that point yet."

I gave him a teasing squeeze, feeling him grow harder under my palm. "It seems like you are at that point."

"It’s normal for a man to become aroused when a beautiful woman touches him in an intimate way," he said, his voice gravelly. "But suppose I didn’t grow hard? Would you be upset?"

I pressed closer, feeling the heat radiating between us. "I’m already hot and bothered."

With his free hand, he reached up, cupping my left breast through my blouse, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. I let out a soft whimper, my breath hitching.

"I can think of so many ways I want to take you," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Then do it," I challenged, my voice breathless.

His hand tightened around my wrist, but he didn’t let go. "You’re pushing me to where I don’t want to be."

"Good," I whispered, leaning into him, feeling the tension coil tighter between us.

"Good?" His voice was hoarse, his control unraveling with each second.

I met his gaze, feeling the heat simmering just beneath the surface. "Why can you push, but you can’t be pushed?"

His lips twitched, a reluctant smile forming. "I see your point."

"I’d prefer sex over food," I said, my voice daring.

Michael hadn’t moved my hand from where it rested, and I relished the feeling of him growing harder under my palm. My mind drifted for a split second, wondering how he compared to Slade. Guilt pricked at me as I thought of Slade, but it was fleeting. I couldn’t meet his expectations, and I didn’t want to. Right now, all I wanted was fun, and Michael was standing right in front of me, ready to offer it.

Michael slammed into me,hard and relentless, my face pressed against the cool surface of the wall. His hand gripped the back of my neck, keeping me in place, while his hips snapped against mine in a rhythm that had me crying out, every thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

I’d been right—he was larger than Slade. The comparison flashed briefly in my mind before dissolving in the heat of the moment. My black panties lay shredded on the floor, my cranberry skirt bunched around my waist, and my blouse hung open, my bra shoved above my breasts as I gasped for air.

Michael's intensity was a stark contrast to Slade’s gentle touch. He took what he wanted, no hesitation, no apology, and it only fueled my desire. Each rough thrust pushed me closer to the edge, and when he suddenly pulled out, I groaned, the loss of him leaving me desperate.

“Shush,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

I whimpered, needing him back inside me. He hadn’t bothered to undress fully, only unzipping his pants enough to free himself. Now, he stepped back, shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall to the floor. I instinctively pressed away from the wall, trying to get closer, but he placed a firm hand on my back.

“Stay,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

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