apart.”
She closed her eyes but did as he said, letting him dictate, take over.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy. She cried out, empty, unfulfilled. When he touched her again, his hand was lower.
Her eyelids flew open, her gaze landing on his. He watched her face as he pushed the two fingers—wet from her own arousal—into her ass. Then he thrust his thumb into her pussy, fucking both holes with ease. Her body was dripping wet, on fire. He didn’t hesitate to take her hard, pushing her limits, demanding that she give him more.
“Cup your breasts. Squeeze them. Play with your nipples.”
He hadn’t bothered to undress her, but it didn’t matter. She used the silk of her blouse and the lace of her bra to add to the sensations as she followed his commands.
“Harder, Alexis. Do as I say or I’ll flip you over my knee and spank you.”
Her mind and body went to war as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. Why was she letting him talk to her like this? Touch her this way? She should have threatened to cut his dick off for his cockiness, his condescension. Instead, she was seconds away from coming. She squeezed her breasts more firmly, gasping at the extra pressure, the intensity.
“Good girl. You like it rough, don’t you?” His hand still pounded inside her ass and pussy, driving deeper with each thrust. “Give those nipples one last pinch and then you can come.”
She bit her lip, tempted to tell him she’d come whenever the hell she wanted to, but who was she fooling? She was too close to put the brakes on now. She tightened her fingers on her nipples and went off like a bottle rocket. Stars flew behind her eyes and her body jerked as if she’d been electrocuted.
She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, but when she opened her eyes, Michael was sitting in the chair by the bed, studying her face. She glanced down, shocked to find herself completely covered, her clothing back in place.
Alexis pushed herself upright on the bed. He hadn’t found his own release, but she wasn’t sure she could offer any more than she’d already given him.
Her head was whirling and true terror was setting in. What the hell was she going to tell Harrison?
Michael gave her a soft smile, one in complete contradiction to the domineering man who’d just taken her. “Harrison is waiting for us in the conference room.”
She nodded slowly, wondering if there was any way she could beg off, claim a headache.
Michael chuckled. “You’re not getting out of our date tonight. That was just an appetizer of what’s to come later.”
“You’re going to tell him what we did?”
He stood, reached for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “We’re going tell him.”
She resisted, tugging back when he tried to lead her to the doorway. “Michael. I’ll go out tonight. With both of you. But I can’t handle it if…I’m not ready for…” God. She’d never been at a loss for words.
He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just the date then. And a goodnight kiss at the front door. We’ll save the kinky, fuck-your-brains-out sex for later. Okay?”
She took a deep breath, then smirked at the way he’d used her own joke against her. “Okay, Tin Man.”
He grinned. “Come on, Dr. Jenner. You’re not going to stop looking like someone facing the firing squad until we talk to Harrison. We may as well get this over with.”
*****
Michael led Alexis toward the conference room where Harrison was waiting for them. He felt the slight trembling in her hand. She was afraid of Harrison’s reaction to finding out Michael had finger fucked her to orgasm down the hall. He wished there was some way to reassure her everything would be okay, but the only way to convince her was to let her see it firsthand.
Harrison glanced up when they walked in the room. His smile was friendly, but his gaze was far too astute, too knowing. Michael should have known they wouldn’t have to confess a damn thing.
Alexis was flushed