Page 79 of Unleashed

Michael smirked against my skin. "I don’t have a problem, period."

Before I could respond, the elevator dinged on the eighth floor. He pulled back, smoothing his jacket and stepping away as a group of people entered. For the rest of the ride, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if I didn’t exist.

Once we reached the main floor, he placed a firm hand on the small of my back, guiding me out of the building and into his waiting car.

"Winston," Michael said as we slid into the backseat, "take us to my apartment."

I glanced at him, biting my lip. "I have a thing tonight," I reminded him.

He gave me a slow, heated smile. "I’ll be done with you in time for your thing."

I raised an eyebrow. "You make it sound like a business deal."

"I assure you," he said, his voice low and smooth, "I think nothing of the sort. You’re beautiful, desirable. I’d like to have you to myself."

"You know I can’t give you that… yet."

Michael's eyes softened, but his desire was still palpable. "I know. And I won’t pressure you."

Just then, his phone rang. He answered, the moment broken as he talked business. I stared out the window, watching the city rush by, knowing what awaited me at his apartment.

A few minutes later, he hung up, reaching for my hand. His lips grazed my fingers, his tongue swirling sensually around them, teasing, tasting. The heat of his mouth nearly undid me again.

"Sweet as always," he murmured, his eyes dark with intent.

Michael's eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin. "I desire you very much."

I met his gaze and replied curtly, "I’m well aware."

A slow grin spread across his face. "You're so confident."

"Shouldn't I be?"

He tilted his head, clearly enjoying the challenge. "Can I talk you out of doing your thing tonight?"

"You want me to blow off my friend?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's an interesting choice of words." His smirk deepened.

I cocked my head, catching on to his playful tone. "Would you be referring to the word blow?"

"I would. I’d much prefer you blow me."

I rolled my eyes, though my lips twitched. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?"

"Plenty of times," he said, pulling me closer. "Maybe we should enjoy each other orally."

"You don’t want to fuck?" I teased, running my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He gave a low, appreciative hum. "I always want to fuck, but I love that dirty little mouth of yours on me, too."

I smirked, leaning in just enough so my lips brushed his ear. "You think my mouth is dirty?"

Michael’s hands tightened on my hips. "Well, I’ve heard some pretty naughty words come out of it."

"Would you prefer me quiet and demure?" I whispered, letting my lips barely graze his jawline.

"Not one bit," he murmured, his voice rough. "What a turn on to hear such a sexy mouth spew such profane language. Sometimes it’s all I can do not to come."

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