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  “I’m in the back lot, the employee lot. Come down here, Michaela. At noon.”

  “All right.” Her mind raced. What did he want to do? Would he take her somewhere and get naked so they could go at it for approximately thirty minutes? But where? She had no idea where people went for illicit encounters. “Where are we going?”

  “Just meet me, Michaela.” He paused, the moment heavy with tension. “And bring your panties.”

  He hung up, the click loud in her ear and she slowly lowered her cell phone until it clattered on top of her desk.

  It was totally wrong that her body was on high alert, ready to meet Austin in – she glanced at the clock again—approximately eight minutes. What did he have planned?

  She couldn’t fucking wait to find out.

  After a night of unbelievable sex, the disappointment Austin felt at waking up alone had been overwhelming. Irritating. He wasn’t one who liked to linger in bed until the early dawn. He preferred to sleep alone, no distractions, and besides he was usually exhausted after a bout of satisfying sex.

  The sex with Michaela had been beyond satisfying. He had given her at least four orgasms that he knew of and he’d had two. They’d fallen asleep in a tangle of limp arms and legs, her head resting on his chest, his cheek on top of her head. Holding each other close, another thing he really didn’t enjoy post-coital.

  But with Michaela, everything felt so damn right.

  She’d snuck out of his bed, and he hadn’t even heard her. He’d reached for her upon wakening, found his bed empty and hell if his heart hadn’t felt empty too.

  He was damn pitiful, mooning over a woman. He’d been lusting after her for so long he thought by finally having her it would get her out of his system.

  It didn’t work. And he was fooling himself if he believed that was his true intention. He’d wanted her, and he knew once he had her he’d continue to want her.

  And continue to have her. He was just enough of a cocky bastard to believe that.

  Sending her the text message had been his plan to rile her up. It worked. The thought of her up in her office in some prim skirt suit like she usually wore with no panties on had his cock surging against the fly of his jeans. He should be spent, worn the hell out, yet all he could think about was getting inside Michaela.

  Now he waited, and he hoped she was a little late. That way he could punish her, draw it out, drive her crazy, drive himself a little crazy too.

  He had a feeling she’d like it. That she could take whatever he dished out. That maybe she wanted him to dish it out.

  She was bad, his Michaela. Naughtier than he thought she would be. Or maybe he just brought it out in her. He had no clue.

  He certainly wasn’t complaining.

  At five minutes past twelve, he watched her exit the building, a harried expression on her face, the hot early afternoon wind blowing tendrils of hair all around her head. She wore a navy blue blazer and matching skirt with a pale yellow tank top beneath the blazer and she shrugged out of it, curling the jacket over her arm.

  Oh, damn she looked good, the skimpy top skimming her slight curves, the cut of her skirt making her ass look amazing.

  He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

  She approached his side of the car and he rolled down the window, the blast of hot air smacking him in the face. “Sorry. Had to take a phone call.”

  He cocked a brow, going for macho asshole. “You’re late.”

  “I know.” She brushed the tangled hair away from her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

  “Get in.”

  Michaela rounded the car and got in on the passenger side, her scent filling the close confines of the car immediately. He breathed deep, held it in, savored her unique sweet scent and then he glanced down at her lap.

  “Did you bring the panties?”

  Nibbling on her lower lip she nodded, patted her right pocket. “I did.”

  “Show me.”

  Slowly she reached into the pocket and drew the flimsy material out until her hand was in front of him, the pale pink panties in a crumpled ball in the middle of her palm. He stared down at them, arousal smacking him swift and hard at the sudden vision that swam in his head of her completely bare beneath that skirt.

  And that she was mere inches away from him. It would only take him five seconds to reach beneath the fabric and touch her silky hot flesh.

  Austin took her panties, shoved them into the front pocket of his jeans before reaching for her, resting his hand on the inside of her thigh. Her skirt had slid up, revealing her slim thighs, and he allowed himself the pleasure of stroking her skin once, twice, his fingertips tingling.

  A little whimper escaped her and he looked up into her face, saw the needy expression there. She was just as turned on as he was, maybe more so.

  “You want me to touch you?”

  She nodded, didn’t say a word.

  “Want me to get you off with my fingers stroking your clit?”

  Another muffled whimper, another furious nod of her head.

  He withdrew his hand from her thigh. “I’m not going to. That’ll be part of your punishment.”

  “Oh God.” Her voice was strained, her breathing accelerated, and he marveled at this woman sitting next to him.

  Who knew she’d be this unbelievably hot? He’d had his suspicions but he hadn’t expected this.

  He decided to push her further.

  “Can you sneak me in up there?” He nodded toward her work building.

  Her gaze met his, green eyes wide before she glanced at the building. “Where?”

  “Somewhere private where no one can walk in on us.” He reached for her chin, grasped it between his fingers so she was forced to look at him. “I have a task for you.”

  “A t-task?” Her voice trembled, and she moistened her lips with her tongue.

  Austin held back the groan that wanted to spill. “Mmm, hmm. You’re good at tasks, right, Michaela? You’re doing them all day long at work.”

  “Okay.” She paused, a little hitch in her breathing when he stroked the soft skin of her jaw. “What’s my task?”

  He leaned in close, the better to relish her response. “You’ll see. Now will you sneak me in or not?”

  “I can. But we have to go now.” He released his grip on her and she opened the car door, scrambling out as quickly as her high-heeled shoes would take her.

  Austin followed her, admiring the swish of her hips, the shift of her ass beneath the tight skirt. Her long legs were sleek and smooth, her feet encased in sexy shoes, and he marveled at how easy it was to be aroused by her.

  After years of being with men, she just did it for him. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman turned him on so much. And not only was he attracted to her, but he also liked her. Considered her a good friend.

  Which meant he was treading in dangerous territory and putting himself at risk. Was he fucking crazy?

  For her, yes.

  She took him around the side of the building and they entered through another door by her punching in a code on a keypad. She waved him inside, her expression anxious and he went in, both of them walking quietly up the stairs.

  “We’ll go to the boardroom. No one will go in there because it’s lunch. We can lock the door,” she murmured when they came to another door.

  He nodded, watched as she opened the door that led to a hallway that was on the second floor. He recognized it, he’d been there before a few times to pick Michaela up or drop something off. Some of the salesmen were jerks. A handful of them always had something to say, snickering and laughing behind his back because of the way he dressed or his sexual preference. He’d heard them a couple of times, usually brushed it off.

  He also knew that a few of them were hot for Michaela. She’d so much as told him so, letting him in on the dealership gossip. Who banged who, who flirted with who.

  Wouldn’t they be surprised to know that “the gay dude” as they called him was about to get blown by
Michaela in the boardroom?

  She opened yet another door, this one the last and they entered the boardroom together, the cold sterile air shocking him. He turned to watch Michaela close the door and turn the lock and then she stood there, unsure of what to do next.

  He felt a little sorry for her. But not too much. “Come here.”

  With tentative steps, she approached him, her head down, her hands clasped in front of her. As if she was really getting into the role of disobedient servant to the all-controlling master. He’d never been into the S/M scene, didn’t necessarily get off on public floggings and the like but he did like the idea of being in control of Michaela.

  Telling her what to do seemed to turn her on. And who was he to deny her that?

  Austin reached for her again, his fingers curling around her chin, lifting her face so she looked at him. Her eyes blazed with hunger and excitement and a matching hunger bubbled within him, threatening to overtake him.

  “What’s my task?” she asked softly.

  That voice alone made his dick hard. “On your knees.”

  She moved away from his grasp and knelt down, bringing herself directly in front of his crotch. Tilting her head back, she stared up at him, her long hair trailing down her back in luxurious blonde waves. “What now?”

  “Unbutton and unzip my jeans.”

  Her fingers went to the fly of his jeans and slowly undid the snap, then drew the zipper down, the sound loud in the eerie quiet of the room. He breathed deep, trying for control, and she waited for her next order, resting her hands on the tops of her thighs.

  “I want you to suck my cock until I come.”

  She nodded, her hands going for the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he stopped her, his hand gripping her silky soft shoulder.

  “I’m not going to touch you.”

  “What?” She gazed up at him, her fingers sliding beneath his underwear, touching his bare skin and…holy shit it felt so good.

  “Your punishment is that this right now, is all about me. Not you. You get nothing.”

  “It’ll please me to pleasure you,” she murmured, the tips of her fingers brushing his cock.

  Ah Jesus, she would have to go and say something like that. But he couldn’t dwell on it too long because the next thing he knew she had his briefs yanked down and his cock out, her mouth wrapped around the head, her fingers curled around the base.

  It felt amazing, all of that wet heat surrounding him, her lips plumped and taking him in. Her tongue licked, circled, lapped at him as if he was a treat and she was starved. He watched as he leaned against the edge of the board table. His hands dropped to the top of her head, his fingers threading through her hair, and he tightened his grip, tighter, tighter still until he saw her wince, felt it in the press of her lips on his cock.

  “Does that hurt?”

  She shook her head, drew him out of her mouth, her tongue lashing at the tip of his cock, sliding along the slit, gathering the pre-come that had just gathered there. Her eyes glittered when she stared up at him, her fingers clutching him tight before she dropped her hand, cupping his balls.

  He wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept this up. “You want me to pull harder?”

  She nodded, licked down the length of him, and he yanked her hair even tighter, knowing that it must’ve hurt like hell. Michaela didn’t seem to mind if the moan of pleasure she gave was any indication. She continued to lick, her tongue tracing the throbbing vein that ran the length of his cock, and he forced her to take him fully.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he gritted, shocking himself at his coarse directions. What was it about this woman that brought this dominant, possessive side out of him?

  “Yeth,” she whispered just before he started to thrust in earnest. Deeper and deeper he went, until he bumped the back of her throat but she took all of him, her lips working, her mouth a magical thing. Closer and closer his orgasm came, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the tightening of his balls, all of it indicating it was near.

  She reached beneath his tight balls, her index finger stroking the sensitive skin there, and he pushed deep in her mouth, coming in long, wrenching spurts, sending his semen straight down her throat. He groaned, watched as she milked every last drop, the sexy little sounds of pleasure she made urging him on. So tired he wanted to collapse, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her tight, stroke her hair and tell her how fucking great she was.

  But he had a role to play and he knew she expected him to maintain it. He watched her as she slowly withdrew him from her mouth. Without his urging, she tucked him back into his underwear, zipped and snapped his jeans closed. She sat back on her haunches, waiting for his orders, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion for her.

  She was perfection. If he was smart, he’d latch on to her and never let her go.

  So why did that thought scare the hell out of him?

  Chapter Six

  Michaela sat before Austin on her knees, waiting for what he wanted her to do next. She’d given her all in that blowjob and he hadn’t even resisted when she touched him just behind his balls. Of course, he’d been with men—many men so he’d probably done things she didn’t even know existed.

  Still, he’d enjoyed her touch, the way she sucked his cock and when he came she’d almost become overwhelmed.

  His semen had been endless, and she’d drunk every drop. The salty, slightly sour liquid had slid down her throat. The throb of his cock, the way he growled he was going to fuck her mouth, all of it had made her so wet, so achy that one touch, just one touch and she would shatter.

  Austin rubbed the top of her head, his touch tender, the complete opposite of the way he’d yanked her hair just moments ago. She’d begged for that, loving the pleasurable pain it brought her, and now he ran his fingers in her hair. Smoothing it away from her face, his fingers trailed down to stroke her cheek.

  She glanced up to find him watching her and he offered her a hand, which she took. Hauling her up, she stood before him, unsure of what to do next.

  Austin was in control of this scenario. And there was something so freeing in giving him this.

  “That was amazing,” he murmured and her gaze lifted, meeting his. The sincerity she saw there warmed her, and she wanted to reach out and touch him but held herself back.

  “Thank you,” she whispered and he chuckled.

  “Come here so I can kiss you.”

  She went willingly into his arms, cherishing the way he enveloped her in his embrace. Clutching at his broad shoulders, she lifted her head, offering herself to him, and he took it, took her with the sweetest, slowest kiss.

  God, her pussy flooded with cream at the touch of his lips, the way his hands slid down, over her butt, gripping her there. She wished he would lift her skirt, touch her there just a little bit. She could come with just the brush of his fingers. She knew it.

  “I should go,” he whispered against her mouth, his tongue darting out to lick. “You probably have to go back to work.”

  Disappointment coursed through her, and she withdrew slightly with a frown. “Of course. Um, yeah, okay. See you later.”

  “Michaela.” He wouldn’t let her go, his arms tightening around her, and she hung her head.

  What did she expect? He had told her what her punishment was. He wasn’t going to touch her. She should consider herself lucky he hugged and kissed her.

  But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to ease the ache that throbbed mightily between her thighs. She had to admit though, there was almost something pleasurable in wallowing in her needy pain. Knowing that later he would satisfy her and that little bit of anticipation would keep her going.

  His hand went to the back of her head, tugging on her hair so she had no choice but look at him. “I want to take you out tonight.”

  She closed her eyes briefly, taking in the sensation of his hand trailing across her face, skimming over her eyebrows, down her nose. Gentle, sweet touches be
lied the forceful, dominant man of just moments ago.

  It was a delicious juxtaposition that both thrilled and terrified her.

  “All right,” she finally answered, her eyes sliding open.

  Austin traced her lips with his index finger. “Another club. I think you’ll like this place.”

  Oh. She really didn’t want to do that. The idea of going on an actual date like a long dinner at a favorite restaurant was her idea of the perfect night.

  Guess Austin had other plans.

  “Do you want to go?”

  She wanted to please him. She wanted to spend time with him. “Yes.”

  He smiled and leaned in close, pressed another kiss to her eager mouth. “Lift up your skirt.”

  “What?” His command jarred her, threw her off balance.

  Austin pushed at her shoulders so she stood away from him. “Lift it up, Michaela. Let me see you.”

  She did as she was asked, mortified at the little moan she gave when the fabric slid over her skin. She hauled the skirt up, until she had it gathered about her waist, and Austin shook his head, emitting a low whistle.

  “You look pretty wet.”

  That was the understatement of the year. “Why don’t you touch me and find out?”

  He flashed that boyish grin again, shoved his hands into his pockets. That smile could melt the panties right off the most innocent of females.

  Unfortunately, she wasn’t one of them. She wore no panties. And after being with him for not even twenty-four hours, no way was she innocent either.

  “I won’t touch you, remember? It’s part of your punishment.”

  She was this close to begging and he knew it. Hell, it appeared as if he might be waiting for it.

  She refused to give in.

  “I’ll see you tonight after work then?” She lifted her chin and pushed her skirt back down into place, trying her best for dignified. Knowing at this moment, she was far from it.

  He smiled, wicked and sexy and oh so cute. “You’re a good girl, Michaela.”

  “I try.”

  “Tell me your darkest fantasy.”

  Michaela lay flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, her heart beating so fast she feared she’d pass out. Austin lay next to her, his breathing as accelerated as hers, and she bet his heart beat just as fast as well.