Page 74 of Unleashed

Exhaustion hit me like a wave, and I collapsed onto the bed, Michael following close behind, his warm body pressing against mine. He stayed inside me for a moment longer, still throbbing, before he finally pulled out and lay beside me.

“You are delicious,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my shoulder.

I mumbled a response, too tired to form coherent words. My body still hummed with pleasure, but my mind was a mess. I’d given in too easily, let him have me without making him work for it. It was too late now.

“Morgan, how do you feel?” he asked, his voice soft.

“I don’t know,” I muttered, feeling the weight of what had just happened sink in.

“You don’t know?” He chuckled. “You’re the first person I’ve ever made feel like that. I’m flattered.”

I turned my head to look at him, curiosity bubbling up. “How many have there been?”

He smirked. “There used to be many. Not lately.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve been busy,” he said with a shrug. “Sex took a back seat to business.”

“How long has it been?”

“Why do you need to know?” He shot me a playful glance. “Should I ask you the same question?”

“Not many. Your turn.”

“Maybe three, including Suzanne,” he said casually.

“Three in two years?”

I couldn’t believe a man as handsome and wealthy as Michael would only have sex with three women. I’d seen him in the gossip rags with different women on his arm over the past few years.

He nodded. “I don’t have time for relationships.”

“What if I wanted one?”

“Do you?” His gaze sharpened.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “You’re great at fucking my brains out.”

Michael’s thumb brushed my lips, and I opened my mouth, sucking on it as I watched his eyes darken.

“Enough,” he said, pulling his thumb away. “You want more?”

I hesitated. “I’d rather have you again.”

A slow grin spread across his face as he sat up, already hardening again. And at that moment, I knew this wasn’t over.

CHAPTER 15

Michael’s voice was a low whisper, barely audible over the hiss of the coffee machine. “I’d like to see you in the copy room.”

Startled, I nearly spilled hot coffee over my hand. I glanced at him, my heart racing.

“Now?” I asked, my voice catching as I set down the cup.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “I’ve been rock hard for you since you left last night.”

My stomach twisted with a mix of anticipation and unease. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t help but question the absurdity of it. “What the hell can we do in the copy room?”

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