Chapter 52

Rainey

“Why are you so concerned about me? Why would you risk being in danger to warn Frederick?” Michael asked.

We both knew the reason, but I was unable to put what I felt into words. It was so wrong that I felt this way for him. But seeing him again, now that we were alone and not in his office, made me want to do the things we only experienced when we were alone, outside of working hours.

Why did he do this to me? With one look he turned me into the girl that fell in love with Killian. One who would throw everything away just for him to touch me?

“Michael, I—”

And then his lips were on mine, silencing the words on the tip of my tongue.

“God, I missed kissing you,” he said against my mouth.

Every inhibition I had since quitting disappeared. My body responded to Michael, and I wanted to be as close as I could. I squeezed his shoulders and reached up to him on my tip toes. Even with the heels on, Michael was much taller than me.

Michael leaned down, and his warm hands gripped my legs, hefting me up off the ground. He spun me around and placed me on the desk, so I was at his level. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, pulling at the strands. A wilder side took over me, and I gave into it quickly.

Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths as if we were dying of thirst in the desert and we both quenched each other’s needs.

Michael unzipped my dress and smoothed his hands over my shoulders, shoving the straps down, exposing my bare breasts. Without wasting any time, he placed his mouth over one of them and sucked, hard. My head flew back as I sucked in a breath. His tongue moved over my nipple, flicking and sucking, increasing the pressure between my legs.

I gripped his hair as he worked on the other one with his hand, kneading and tweaking the peak.

“Michael,” I moaned.

He hummed against my skin, and I jumped, feeling the pulsing pleasure ripple through my body in waves.

I wanted to kiss him again, so badly that it hurt. I lifted his chin to me and pressed his lips against mine. I bottled up the many reasons why this was wrong and tossed it into the deep ocean in the back of my mind. I wasn’t going to pass up another opportunity to have this man touch me inside and out.

His hands moved to my legs and under the skirt of my dress. I barely had time to realize what he was doing when I felt his fingers slip under my panties. I went with a red lace number that night. It matched the dress, and I was feeling frisky. Though, at the time, I had no idea that Michael was going to be at the location of Tessa’s date. It was almost a sign that I dressed the way I did that night.

One arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me off the desk. His other hand slipped my panties off in one fell swoop. He lowered me back down onto the desk, all the while our lips never parted.

He stroked my lower lips with his finger, moving the wetness all over me.

He circled my clit with his thumb, and I sucked in a breath. I bit down on his lip, and my eyes flew open.

Michael leaned his head back, his eyes capturing mine. “You like that?”

I smirked. “You know I do.”

“How about this?” he said, slipping one finger inside of me.

The movement was unexpected but delicious at the same time. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed his finger further inside of me.

He wiggled his finger, making sure to hit my sweet spot.

I wanted to lay down and let him fuck me with his finger, but I wanted to see his body. I wanted our skin to touch as soon as possible.

I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, slowly, popping each one open while my eyes didn’t leave his. His finger kept moving inside of me, and I slowly licked my bottom lip. Michael’s eyelashes fluttered for a moment. He liked when I played a little dirty.

And admittedly, so did I.

I pulled his shirt off and smoothed my hands over his chest. His chest seemed bigger than I remembered. Or maybe I forgot how sexy he was with and without his clothes.

Michael’s stroking picked up the pace, and I was so turned on that I could come at any minute.

“Stop,” I said.

“I want you to come,” he said.

“No,” I moaned. “I want to come with you inside of me.”

He slowed down his finger, and my breathing became more labored. “I can’t argue with that.”

I slid off the desk, Michael took a few steps backward.

Now it was my turn.

I slipped out of my dress and stood in front of him with nothing on. He drank me in, and I shivered with pleasure, feeling each spot that his eyes touched on my body.

He unbuckled his belt and popped open the button of his pants. He shoved them down, along with his boxer briefs. A smile haunted his perfect mouth as he kicked his pants and underwear off.

His cock sprung up. “What now?” he asked with a broad grin on his face.

I turned around and bent over the desk, wiggling my ass in front of him. “What do you think?”

He bit down on his lower lip and walked passed me to the other side of the desk. He pulled the middle drawer open and lifted a condom from inside.

“Do you and your brother do this often?” I teased.

Michael chuckled. “Only him. I found his stash when I was looking for a pencil once.”

“It certainly came in handy for us.”

“It sure did,” he said, ripping open the packet. He rolled the condom down his thick cock before coming back over to me. He slapped his hands against my ass, and I let out a little yelp.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I wiggled my butt again in answer.

Michael didn’t start slow. I was wet enough that he slid right inside of me. A whoosh of air escaped my lungs as I stretched to fit him inside.

“You asked for it,” Michael said. His chest was against my back, pressing me into the desk.

“I did,” I said, pushing against him, allowing him as deep as he could go. It hurt a little, as he stretched me, but at the same time, it felt amazing.

He nipped at my earlobe and pressed a kiss to my neck. His hands scooped under me, and he cupped my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he thrust inside of me.

He started off slow, making sure I was ready for him, but then he moved faster and faster inside of me. The movement of his cock against my clit was mind-numbing. I could barely breathe under the weight of him, but I didn’t want him to stop.

The movement of him thrusting against my body caused several items on the desk to fall off, including the envelope that Demetri gave him earlier. I wanted to know what was inside, but just as the thought entered my mind, Michael pulled out of me.

“What are you—” I asked, barely able to finish as his hands gripped my waist and turned me around.

Michael shoved away a few other items until only the computer remained. He held onto me firmly as he sat on the desk.

I raised an eyebrow wondering what he was doing.

He kissed me. “I want you on top. I want to see what I do to you.”

He heaved me up onto his lap, and I straddled him, allowing him to slip inside me once more.

“Ahh,” I cried out. The angle was different, yet as I started to grind against him, the feel of him was even more pleasurable as his cock moved against my clit.

I pressed my hands into the desk as I moved against him. He held my hair back from my face, and cupped my cheek, pulling me down to him. He moved under me, gently pushing more of him inside of me.

Pleasure built up in my core, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. I glanced over at the door and noticed it wasn’t locked. What if Demetri came back inside and saw us screwing on Frederick’s desk. Or what if Frederick saw us? At any other time, I might have been embarrassed to think that, but with the confident, solid man underneath me, I threw away all caution and focused on pleasing him as much as he pleased me.

I lifted myself up to stroke his entire length with my lips. Michael let out a deep grunt, and I grinned. I did it a few more times until he forced my hips down.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said. “Now.”

I did as he commanded, quickening my pace. The muscles in my legs screamed for me to stop, but the pleasure deep inside of me wasn’t about to let that happen until it was released.

Michael gripped my ass and kept my rhythm until I wasn’t able to take it anymore.

I exploded, calling out his name as I came. He finished shortly after, using up the remainder of my energy.

When we finished, I laid on top of him. His heartbeat thumped against my cheek.

And then reality came crashing over me. What the hell did we just do?

“I see you’ve had a change of heart,” Michael said, grinning.

My smile faltered. Sure, the sex was mind blowing, but I couldn’t continue this. The way that Demetri and Michael handled those men was slightly terrifying. They brought these guys to their knees with a few words. I couldn’t associate with people like that. How could I ever bring Michael home to Tanner and my parents? What would our birthday parties look like? Would mobsters be coming to my house, befriending my family and friends? I couldn’t let that happen.

“I haven’t,” I said firmly. “You should consider this goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” he said, sitting up.

I stared at his chest. “I can’t do this. Not with your involvement with your brother’s shady business.”

“Rainey,” Michael said. “This is who I am. My involvement with Demetri is complicated. But I promise that I’m not involved with any deals that go down.”

“What is that, then?” I asked, pointing to the envelope on the floor. It had fallen during our sex on the desk.

Michael sucked in a breath but said nothing.

“Exactly,” I said. “There isn’t a clear line for you, and I can’t be with someone who has secrets to hide.”

His expression darkened. “You’re one to talk.”

“Yes, I lied to you about Tanner. I’m not sure how many more times you need to bring that up. But that’s the extent of my lies. And I did it to protect him. What’s your excuse?”

“Rainey, you don’t understand,” Michael said. “I’m not a bad guy.”

“I know that,” she said. “But you’re close to some bad dealings.”

“I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

“If it were just me, this would be different,” I said. “But it’s not. I can’t take that risk. I would never forgive myself if Tanner got hurt.” I lifted my purse from the ground and adjusted my dress, so the skirt laid flat. I smoothed my hands over my hair as I said a final goodbye to Michael.