Page 36 of The Witness

I understood revenge and longing for freedom. Both were powerful motivation.

“You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do. I started this. Now I will see it through, but not alone. Michael, I need your support.” She held my gaze, imploring me to bend to her will.

I sighed and with herculean effort silenced the voice in my head screaming for me to protect her, even from herself. Theconflicting feelings her bravery stirred threw me off balance. Yet, I knew she wasn’t doing this alone. I’d be next to her. A hundred-foot-long crowbar couldn’t pry me away.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But if anything happens to you, I will kill him.” I clenched my jaw to keep back all the arguments I wanted to make for her staying as far from Sandoval as possible.

She threw her arms around my neck and dove into another deep kiss. Her mouth was everywhere, my lips, my throat. Playful nips that unlocked my jaw, followed by deep probing kisses. She threw her whole self into the embrace. And I gave in, meeting her thrust for thrust and touch for touch. Her body writhed against mine, and my cock strained against the zipper of my suit pants.

Fuck. Her kiss was like a siren song.

When our lips broke apart, she stepped away. The foot of space she put between us could have been a mile. Her eyes widened in shock. She placed a hand over her tantalizing mouth as she spun, giving me her back.

“Sabrina?” I rubbed a hand down my face and tried to rein in my desire. It was useless.

“Oh. My. God. I cannot believe I did that. We did that. I’m so—”

I knew the next word out of her would be sorry, and I didn’t want to hear it. There was nothing to be sorry about. No, this was old school, hot and heavy lust. And I’d never apologize for wanting her.

“You can’t kiss me like that and walk away.” I pulled her back to me, spinning her like we were on the dance floor. She crashed into my chest and tipped her head back to look up at me.

“This is a bad idea.” Her fingers trailed up my shirtfront, and she popped open the buttons one by one. My pecs and abs flexed in response to her delicate touch.

“Probably.” And I didn’t care. Since the night I scooped her up from the seawall behind the Smith Agency, the attraction had been growing between us. Fighting it wouldn’t work. We both wanted this. Hell, I’d almost kissed her in the break room yesterday. We were a ticking time bomb, ready to go off. And it wasn’t like either of us was a naïve kid. The beauty of being in your forties, you gave way fewer fucks about what other people thought—even your boss.

I slid my hand down her back, cradling her gorgeous ass. She nipped one of my nipples, and heat raced down my spine. Her hot mouth pressed kisses along the lines of my tattoos. My cock was fully hard and throbbing.

“Damn, I want you.” Forget want. I fucking needed her.

I guided her back a few steps until the back of her knees bumped the large wingback chair across from the couch. She gasped when I pressed her down to sit. I tipped her chin up to see her face. Her lips were puffy from our kisses and her pupils so wide the black centers nearly swallowed the green of her iris.

“Michael? What are you doing?” She licked her lips, and I groaned.

“I’m going to worship you.” I shrugged out of my jacket and shirt. On my knees before her, I slid my hand up her legs, pushing her hem higher and higher. Her creamy thighs parted slightly. I wanted to shove them apart but took a breath and held back for a precious moment to ask before I took. “If you’ll allow me to?”

“Oh God. Why do I think you’re going to be good at this?” She gripped the arms of the oversized chair, braced for anything I might do. And I was going to do it all.

“Bad boys have a well-earned reputation.” I settled my hands on her hips and pulled her forward to the edge of the seat. Her skirt slid up to expose her white satin panties. I curled a finger under the fabric. The heat of her seared my knuckles.

“Yeah, they do.” She was breathless. It was music to my ears.

“Is that yes, please eat my pussy, Michael?” I rubbed my five o’clock shadow over the delicate skin on the inside of her bent knee.

Chapter 17

Sabrina

“Yes, please.” I dug my short nails into the arms of the chair and looked down at Michael. The wicked grin on his sculpted lips made my stomach flip like it had when the seaplane touched down in the lagoon.

I tipped my head back as he pressed my legs apart. The progression of events that led from trying to convince him to help take down Sandoval to him on his knees between my spread thighs boggled my mind.

Good idea, bad idea, who fucking cared. I needed this. Sex cleared the mind and calmed the body. I’d earned this. I wanted this.

The slow slide of my satin panties against my aching flesh was the most exquisite form of anticipation. His knuckles were so close to where I needed to be touched. He leaned forwarduntil his teeth found a tender bit of skin on my inner thigh and nipped, then sucked.

His mouth lowered to my center and my breath caught. My blood boiled; my need grew exponentially.

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