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MIA

Michael came through the door of the treehouse that, as I looked around, turned out to be surprisingly spacious. I could even stand up in it. Michael, however, was way taller than I was. While he was on his feet, he had to hunch his shoulders, so he dropped to his knees in front of me. He held me captive with his gaze as he shrugged out of his shirt and spread it on the wooden floor.

It was dark except for the dim light from the moon and stars filtering inside, but I could see the burning lust in his eyes. He reminded me of a dangerous predator with delicious prey in his sight. From what I remembered of our night together, Michael was about to tilt my world on its axis and set it ablaze.

“I’ve been dying to be inside you again, Mia,” he said as palmed my hips and pulled me closer. While I was shocked by his confession, the husky, urgent quality of his voice made my knees quiver, and I had to clutch his shoulders for support while he undid the buttons of my shorts. He pulled it down my legs, followed by my underwear.

Not once did he break eye contact, and I had to stifle an aroused moan. He exuded this commanding, primal energy thathad my ovaries quivering and made me want to bend to his will. Plus, we were about to make love outside, in a treehouse. It was wild, crazy, and exciting. If he suddenly pounded his chest and growled, “Me man, you woman,” I’d likely orgasm on the spot.

The air between us crackled with tension as I stood before him with my lower half exposed in the moonlight. He still wore his pants, but he undid his belt and zipper and dropped them while he caressed my thigh with one hand. As soon as his shaft sprang free, he pulled me to him and lifted me in one motion. As soon as my legs were around his waist, he captured my lips for another ravenous kiss, which I couldn’t get enough of. Kissing Michael was almost orgasmic.

As he smoothly carried us to the floor where I lay on his shirt, I felt his hardness pressing into my stomach. I squirmed, wanting him even closer. I needed him inside me so badly I ached.

I tore my mouth away from his and reached between us to grab his harness. He bucked and growled,“Mia…”as if in warning.

“Please, Michael.” My voice was so tight with need, it was barely recognizable.

His groan echoed with resignation as he gave in to my plea and pushed into me. There was only the slightest resistance this time before my body accepted him as if it remembered him… as if we were made for each other. There I went again, getting ahead of myself where Michael was concerned.

“I hadn’t planned on doing things this fast,” he said as he gazed at me. There was the slightest glint of amusement in his eyes as he tenderly brushed the tendrils of my hair out of my face.

The gesture made my abdominal muscles clench and my heart stutter. Yeah, as I remember, Michael liked to indulge inmind-blowing foreplay that resulted in multiple orgasms before the main event. However, tonight, I just needed…him.

“I couldn’t wait,” I whispered. My back arched off the floor as he continued to fill me until he was completely buried inside.

The wildI-need-to-fuck-you-nowenergy he’d radiated before had turned into something slower, sweeter, and much too intense. It was dangerous to my heart and emotions. His thrusts were slow and sensual, each one sending pleasure throughout my body. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as his eyes pierced mine into mine. He seemed to be looking into my soul. As much as I wanted to look away, I couldn’t.

Maybe things got too intense for Michael after a while, too, because a shadow of uncertainty that wasn’t there before flickered in his eyes right before he dipped his head and buried his face between my neck and shoulder. The die hard romantic inside me wondered if maybe this was more than just sex for him too…

“Mia,” he whispered.

I wasn’t sure if he wanted to say something more or if he was just feeling as overwhelmed as I was, but I loved the sound of my name rolling off his lips like that.

“Michael…” I returned as I held on to him tighter.

When he lifted his head to look at me again, that untamed, smoldering look gleamed in his eyes. I remembered it well. It was the one that made me feel like I was the only thing in this world he wanted. If only I were really his and he was mine… so he’d always look at me like that. A gasp escaped me when he swiftly rolled us over so that I straddled him.

Before he moved again, he searched my face and asked, “Is this okay?”

My heart instantly melted into an infatuated pool. I’d gathered that Michael Hayes was a dominant creature, especially during sex, but he always turned it down a notch tomake sure the other person was comfortable. He was incredible, and I was…Oh, dear God.

I’d fallen in love with my boss.Stupid me.I gazed down at him, hoping he didn’t see my apprehension. It was an awkward time to realize that I’d put myself into a position that would likely lead to a broken heart.

“Mia?”

Jolted out of my stupor, I quickly whispered, “Yes. This is perfect.”

He gripped my hips firmly to guide my movements. Since this was my second time with a man—onlythis man—I felt a sliver of shyness because he watched me so closely. However, as his thrusts became more urgent, pleasure coiled inside me, ready to explode. It wiped away all timidness and worry about consequences.

My inhibitions flew out the treehouse, and I rode him with wild abandon.

Michael groaned—more like growled—an expletive. “You feel so good, Mia. I dreamed about having you like this again. Ride me harder.”

His words spurred me on. With my hands on his chest for support, I enthusiastically did as he ordered.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he drawled as he gazed at me with satisfaction.

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