Page 78 of Unleashed

"I'd like to fuck you right now," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Do you know that?"

I shifted, heat pooling between my thighs. "I could guess," I replied, voice strained.

He didn’t miss a beat, eyes glinting with mischief. "Perhaps we should leave early."

I shook my head, trying to stay grounded. "I have to finish my work. I need to submit it by the end of the day."

Michael's hand brushed mine, sending a shockwave through me. "Those plans are ahead of schedule. You can finish tomorrow."

Before I could react, he moved swiftly, his tongue darting out to lick my fingers. The sudden, wet heat of it made my breath catch. "Sweet as always," he murmured. "I’d like to bury my head between your thighs."

I jolted back slightly, trying to regain control of the situation. "Michael, this is highly inappropriate at work."

He smirked, leaning back in his chair, his eyes still predatory. "You’re blushing. Are you embarrassed?"

I stood straighter, trying to reassert myself. "Why wouldn’t I be? I thought we were keeping our professional and personal lives separate."

Michael ignored my protest, pressing a button on his phone. "Carmen, Miss Kincaid and I are leaving to check out the Linnerman project. If you need me, call my cell."

His assistant’s voice crackled through the speaker. "Will you be back?"

"More than likely not.It’s almost three now," he replied coolly, then turned his attention back to me. "Get your things."

My stomach tightened. I glanced at his assistant’s desk, a knot forming in my throat. "Michael, I?—"

"Five minutes, Miss Kincaid," he said, his voice sharp, final. "Meet me by the elevators."

Without another word, he stood, buttoning his jacket swiftly, but not fast enough to hide the bulge pressing against his slacks. My mind raced, knowing his desire was teetering on the edge. The thought of pushing him over it, of sending him into a spiral of pleasure, fueled the fire inside me.

I hurried back to my desk, still stealing glances at him as he packed up his briefcase. Stanley, one of my colleagues, gave me a curious look.

"Leaving?" he asked.

"Michael wants to take me to the Linnerman building," I replied, trying to sound casual, though my heart was still racing.

"Will you be back?" Stanley asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He says no," I answered, already shutting down my laptop. "Do you need something?"

Stanley shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Brian and I thought you’d like to grab drinks and hang out. You know, we work together, might be nice to get to know each other."

I forced a polite smile. "That sounds great, but not tonight."

"Friday, then?"

I nodded, distracted, as I saw Michael heading for the elevators. "Let’s talk tomorrow," I called over my shoulder, grabbing my purse.

I caught up to Michael just as the elevator arrived. He stepped inside, holding the door open for me.

"Hurry, Miss Kincaid," he said, his voice teasing.

I raised an eyebrow, stepping inside. "Why are you calling me that?"

His eyes gleamed with mischief. "That is your name, is it not?"

The second the doors slid shut, his hands were on me, pressing me against the wall. His mouth found my neck, hot and hungry. "Morgan," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Is that better?"

I tilted my head back, gasping as his teeth grazed my skin. "You don’t seem to have a problem with my name when we’re having sex," I teased, breathless.

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