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I stilled. “What are you saying, Sophia?” I think she was saying she wanted me to force her. To take the choice out of her hands. I had to be sure though. I needed the words; the clarity. Because if that’s what she was saying…God help her, but she was giving a special kind of permission that no woman should give lightly. She would be saying that I can take her any way I wanted, no matter what.
“I’m saying if given the choice, I’ll probably back out of…this,” she murmured. “I don’t want to have a choice, Michael. I don’t want to miss out because I’m scare.”
I let go of her tit, and fisting her hair in my hand, I yanked her head back and twisted it so that she was looking into my eyes. I neededabsoluteclarification. “Are you saying that you want me to force you whenever I want you? Are you giving me permission to ignore your refusals?”
Her brown eyes were dangerously swirling with lust, longing and trust. “Yes,” she whispered.
One word.
One simple word and my entire world was changed.
I was never going to let Sophia go.Ever.
Chapter 13
Sophia~
I walked into BI’s lobby with my head down and my shoulders hunched. I knew the possibility of me entering invisible was slim to none, but I was trying.
Good Lord was I trying.
It felt like all eyes were on me and everyone knew all the perversions I was up to this weekend.
I mean, realistically, I knew they didn’t know, but when I was still walking gingerly and my body ached from head to toe, how could they not notice thatsomethingwas up?
Michael’s virginity confession had blown me away, especially when he hadn’t screwed like a virgin. The man had spent the rest of the weekend experimenting with me in ways that shocked me.
Or, at the very least, some of the things we did should have waited until a few more dates down the road. But no. I was utterly shameless, curious and eager to learn everything he wanted to teach me. It could be my intellect level made learning an automatic urge for me, but whatever it was, I let Michael do the most obscene things to my body all weekend long.
And I couldn’t wait for him to do them all again.
He had been insatiable, and I suppose that was normal. But it seemed like the more sex we had, the more out of control Michael became. He thirsted for me and I’d never been so turned on in my life.
Michael made me feel desired, and I was pretty sure I was addicted to that feeling. So much so, I feared he’d call me into his office, and I’d start stripping before the door even shut behind me.
I ignored everyone as I rode the elevator up to the finance floor. It wasn’t anything out of the norm, I never spoke with anyone and nobody ever spoke to me, but today just felt…different.
When the elevator came to a stop, and people started filing out, I followed suit with my head down and on a mission to avoid everyone. I got to my cubicle, took off my sweater, hung up my purse, sat down, powered up my computer and tried to clear my mind of everything but work.
That goal was quickly squashed when I saw an email from Michael requesting a lunch meeting with me. My palms started to sweat, and my core clenched. Did he mean he wanted an afternoon quickie? Isn’t that what lunch meetings were for when you were sleeping with someone?
When he had left my apartment Sunday evening, he had kissed me sweetly and told me he’d see me Monday. He hadn’t exactly run out the front door, but I wasn’t quite sure what we were doing. Was he my boyfriend? Was this a friends-with-benefits situation? Was it a freakin’ mistake now that he realizes he’s the Human Resources boss?
I stared at the email and took the mature, professional approach.
Monday, September 10th, 2018 06:38:20 am
To: Sophia Martella
Re: Business Lunch
Sophia,
Good Morning, I hope all is well. Please carve out an hour of your day to attend a lunch meeting that will take place at noon sharp, in my office.
Thank You.
Michael Buchanan
