Page 64 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“So,” he says with a splitting grin. “Do I need to stage an intervention or have you two resolved things? Because when it comes to my best friend and my client, who happens to be his sister, you best know that I am going to intervene.”

His jovial tone breaks the ice and I laugh softly.

“You can call it off. We’ve gotten somewhere,” I say

“That’s good. Can I have my seat back, now?”

“I’ll leave instead,” Peter says, standing up. “Thank you for meeting with me, Savannah. If you ever need anything, I’ll be there. Or here. Wherever you are.”

It still feels weird, but I give him a small smile before he walks away.

“What is the general consensus, then?” Michael asks teasingly after Peter has left, taking his seat.

“General consensus?”

“Yeah,” he repeats, reaching for something in the drawers of his desk. “What did you say to Peter? What did he say to you?”

“I listened to him,” I reply, placing my hands on the desk. “Like you said?”

Michael stops to look at me, as he leans back in his chair. His eyes are piercing, intenseand it feels like he’s staring into my soul.

But I don’t look away. Taking it as a challenge, I pin him with a stare and a poker expression.

It goes on for a minute and I realize that I’m going to lose when my eyes stray to his lips, lingering there with the memories of our last kiss.

When I drag my gaze back to his eyes, there’s a knowing, teasing look in them.

Oh, you don’t get the upper hand on me, Michael Stone.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

He winks and I grin.

“Where?” He says in a voice that sends a shiver through my spine and a pleasant flutter to my stomach.

“Everywhere,” I respond, my voice getting heavy with desire.

“Where?” Michael repeats his words barely a whisper. “You know you have to tell me. Do you want me to kiss you on the neck? Your lips, the swell of your breasts? Between your legs, closer to your wet—”

“How about I kiss you instead?” I cut in.

In a bold move and still maintaining eye contact, I rise and lean over the desk, bringing my face inches away from his. It delights me to see that he’s affected when he swallows hard.

Then his hand reaches for the V-neck collar of my stretchy jersey top. And his fingers crawl across my collarbone, forcing a betraying sigh from my lips.

“I could undress you here. I could touch you while we look at each other. I could fuck you while your eyes roll back and you scream when I make you cum.”

It doesn’t take long for me to realize that I’m no match for him, but I also don’t want to give in, so I go headfirst, kissing him hard on the mouth. It startles him so much that his hands fall limp and I use the opportunity to sprint to the other side of the office.

Michael laughs, shaking his head.

“You devious woman. Oh, you want to run away or you want me to chase you?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. You started it. All I did was take it up a notch.”

“I didn’t start it,” he shakes his head. “You were the one who told me to kiss you.”

“I did it to throw you off.”

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