Chapter 493 An Awkward Scene
I still had not answered him. I naively thought that he would let it slide if I remained silent, but Michael was adamant. His hand gently squeezed my waist as he prompted me to reply.
I knew that he was having a blast seeing my flustered state. I had always been conservative when it came to physical intimacy, and Michael had no qualms about taunting me about it.
Embarrassment gave way to irritation. With a cold glare, I snapped, “You know what I mean! Stop asking me!”
He was well aware that I was shy about vocalizing anything sexual, yet he still kept prodding me to say the words. His fondness for teasing me was infuriating.
“Of course, I know what it means, but I want to hear you say it out loud. It would be so much more titillating to hear those words come out of your mouth,” he whispered suggestively.
Puffs of warm breath caressed the nape of my neck, and my heart skipped a beat.
He is doing this on purpose!
“I’m not saying it! Let me go right now. If someone comes in now and sees us like this, how are you going to maintain your reputation?” I questioned, growing more exasperated by the second.
Had we been in the comfort of our homes, I would have allowed him to do as he wished. However, we were at the company, and there were employees bustling around on the other side of the office door. I could not risk us being caught in this indecent state.
“I won’t let go! I wasn’t satisfied last night, and you still expect me to let you go right now? Impossible!” Michael whined like a petulant child as his arms tightened around me.
“We did it twice last night! How are you not satisfied? Can’t you just be normal?”
Ever since we got together that time, I realized that his lust for me had only grown more intense. I was legitimately concerned for his health if we continued with this frequency.
Although he had great libido, it was not an excuse to do it every night. Even a guy jacked up on testosterone would not be able to withstand such intensity.
“So you do know that we only did it twice last night…”
Though I had to admit that twice was not outrageous, from my understanding, having only one round of sexual intercourse was the norm for most spouses.
Yet, this man had the gall to emphasize that we “only” had two rounds. Rendered speechless by his audacity, I stared at him, deadpan.
Michael took my silence as submission. It had somehow slipped my notice, but his hand had made its way to my chest. He leaned forward and captured my lips with his own.
I heaved a sigh when I saw his aroused expression. I’ll allow him to touch or kiss me, but I can’t agree to have intercourse in the office!
Though he might not be afraid of societal judgment, I was! I would rather die than live with the shame of getting caught in the act.
Unfortunately, fate enjoyed messing with me. Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard a knock on the door. The door swung open before Michael could respond, and in walked Jackson.
Jackson froze on the spot when his gaze landed on our entangled limbs. The blood in my veins turned to ice as my worst fear came true.
My body went rigid, and my mind went blank. The embarrassment was worse than I had imagined.
“Get out and don’t come back for an hour!” Michael roared from behind me.
He emanated an air of menace. If looks could kill, Jackson would be dead by now.
Interrupting in his boss’ naughty time was probably a first for Jackson. Stupefied, it took him several moments to regain his senses and flee the room.
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving the two of us some belated privacy. Though Jackson had already left, I was still drowning in mortification.
Michael, on the other hand, appeared unperturbed. His hand explored my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever his skin touched mine. Jackson’s stunned expression flashed across my mind, and I slapped Michael’s hand away. My cheeks were tinged with pink as I glowered at him.
“Behave! Didn’t you see someone come in just now?”
Getting caught by Michael’s secretary was an absolute nightmare. I wished that the ground would open up and swallow me.
“That was just an accident. No one will come in from now on,” Michael reassured.
The corners of his lips tilted upward in a seductive smile. It was evident that he was unaffected by the interruption, unlike me, who was busy worrying about all the awkward encounters with Jackson in the future.
“Let go of me! I’ll get mad if you continue being so stubborn,” I warned.
Not only was I not in the mood to get intimate, but I could also feel the anger brewing within me.
I thought that he would understand the gravity of the situation and respect my request, but instead, Michael leaned forward and shut me up with his lips.
In one swift move, Michael swept all the documents off his desk. He pinned me onto the table and kissed me as if he were trying to devour me. The kiss escalated into something possessive and passionate. His unique scent enveloped me, and I could taste him on my tongue.
“You can moan if you want. You don’t have to hold it in,” Michael encouraged.
His lips curved into a smirk, and I could see the devilish glint in his eyes.
Annoyed by his crude remark, I shot daggers at him. Unfortunately, to Michael, my glare resembled a coy look of invitation.
“Michael, you are shameless!”
I fought the natural urge to moan and scowled at Michael. How am I supposed to look everyone in the eye when I leave here?
Michael paid no heed to my discomfort. He simply glanced at me and began to pepper kisses down my neck.
My neck was a sensitive spot. Soon enough, my brain stopped functioning as I became intoxicated by his kisses. Whimpers escaped my lips and filled the air.
Michael finished on the dot. He had told Jackson to be back after an hour, and he spent a good fifty minutes engaging in the act. Exhausted, I smoothed out my disheveled clothes in a pathetic attempt to look presentable. My body was still quivering from the after-effects of the hour.
There was a sharp rap on the door, followed by a tense silence as the person quietly waited outside. Only after Michael gave his permission did the visitor walk in.
