Unleashed (The Elliott Brothers #2)

Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

T he end of the day had come, and I still hadn’t heard from Michael. Apparently, he’d been buried in back-to-back meetings all day. I busied myself with plans for a small project and spent lunch with Stanley and Brian, who, despite my initial reservations, were starting to grow on me. It wasn’t until I was washing out my coffee cup in the quiet of the kitchen that I felt the air shift. The door clicked shut behind me, the sound barely registering before I spun around, my pulse quickening.

Michael stood there, a presence that filled the room without a word.

“Well, hello,” I said, the tension creeping into my voice. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

Without responding, he crossed the space between us in three swift strides, his hands finding my waist as he pulled me against him. His lips crashed into mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. My mind fogged over, thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind as his kiss consumed me. When he finally pulled back, my knees felt weak.

“Now I feel better,” he murmured, his breath warm against my lips.

I tried to catch my breath, pressing my palm to his chest. “Do you?”

He gave me a half-smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Not really. I’d rather hold you longer, but I don’t want the employees talking.”

I glanced at the closed door behind him, my heart racing. “You’ve already shut the door. They’re probably already suspicious.”

Michael leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving mine as I finished drying my mug. The moment was broken by the sound of the door popping open. Two women from accounting stepped inside, their eyes widening at the sight of us.

Michael’s expression shifted, turning serious in an instant. “Once you finish the Banker project, I want to see the plans. Are we clear?”

I blinked, catching on quickly to his act. “Yes, sir. I’ll show them to you tomorrow.”

“See that you do, Miss Kincaid.” He didn’t spare another glance, walking out with an air of authority.

The women exchanged sympathetic glances as I sent them a weak smile, my heart still pounding. I slipped out of the kitchen, scanning the hall for Michael. He was already seated at his desk across the office, his sharp blue eyes locked on me. A shiver ran down my spine, the intensity of his stare making it impossible to look away. I focused on gathering my things, but the weight of his gaze followed me all the way to the elevator.

As the doors closed, my phone buzzed in my purse.

Wait for me in the lobby.

I rolled my eyes and typed back.

And if I don’t?

The response came almost instantly.

Humor me.

With a sigh, I found a bench near the glass doors and sat down, pulling out a small compact to check my makeup. A few minutes later, Michael appeared. How could someone look so put together at the end of the day when I felt utterly drained? His black suit clung to his lean, muscular frame, every inch of him commanding attention.

“I’d like you to have dinner with me,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

I raised an eyebrow. “Where? The Blue Room?”

“No,” he replied, his gaze holding mine. “My home.”

I bit my lip, hesitating. “Your home?”

His expression softened, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Is that a problem? I promise I don’t bite.”

“Why not a restaurant?” I asked, suddenly feeling the weight of the decision.

“I’m tired, and I don’t want to compete with the noise of a restaurant,” he said. “But you can decline.”

I studied him for a moment. “But you want me to say yes.”

He smiled, the kind that made my pulse race. “I’d be lying if I said no. I want to share a dinner with you.”

His words hung between us, the tension thick. When I didn’t resist as he gently guided me toward the exit, I knew my decision was already made. Winston was waiting at the curb, as usual, and I slid into the cool leather interior of the car, Michael following close behind.

Once we were settled, he reached for my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss my palm. His touch sent a ripple of heat through me.

“I’m doing something I said I wouldn’t,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin.

My breath hitched. “Which is?”

“I’m falling for you,” he admitted, his eyes dark and serious.

I let out a nervous laugh. “I thought you already did.”

He smiled, but it was softer, more vulnerable. “I have a severe case of the likes. I really like you, Morgan.”

“I like you too,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

He leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. “Will you have dinner with me?”

I met his gaze, feeling the pull between us. “I thought that was the plan.”

“You didn’t agree,” he said, his tone gentle but insistent. “I wouldn’t force you.”

I smiled, the tension slipping away. “Take me to your home.”

"You have a beautiful home. How lucky you are to have this," I said, taking in the sleek, modern lines of Michael’s apartment.

"I'm not here enough to enjoy it," he replied with a shrug. "What would you like to eat?"

"Are you cooking?" I asked, teasingly.

He smirked. "No, I'm ordering. You can have anything you want."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, if I said pizza, you'd order it?"

"I said anything."

I laughed, feeling a bit lighter. "Can I think about it?" I kicked off my black heels in the foyer, leaving them behind as I wandered around his place in my bare feet. My fingers brushed over the polished wood shelves next to the massive flatscreen in his living room. A carved jade figurine caught my eye, its intricate details glinting in the soft lighting. I picked it up, running my fingers over the cool, smooth surface.

"That was given to me by a Chinese business acquaintance," Michael said, walking over to join me.

"It’s beautiful," I said, admiring the craftsmanship.

He gently took the figurine from my hands, placing it back on the shelf with care before turning to face me. His eyes darkened with intensity. "You're beautiful. This?" He gestured toward the jade carving. "This is nothing compared to you."

My cheeks flushed under his gaze. Between Michael and Slade, I was starting to feel like my ego was being inflated in ways I hadn’t experienced before. "Nonsense. That is fantastic."

"Do you want it?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

I blinked, taken aback. "I wasn’t complimenting it because I wanted it."

"But you can have it, if you do."

"I don’t," I said, shaking my head with a soft laugh. "Thank you, though. My boss pays me quite well."

"He should pay you more," Michael said, stepping closer. "You’re worth so much more."

I tilted my head, looking up at him. "You pay me enough."

He smiled, his fingers trailing along my jaw before tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His knuckles brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "You still haven’t answered me. What would you like to eat?"

I held his gaze, my pulse quickening with boldness. "You," I whispered. "I’d like to eat you."

His eyebrows shot up, surprised but amused. "I didn’t bring you here for sex."

"Suppose my motive for coming was sex," I countered, taking a step closer, my voice dropping. "Would you give it to me?"

I wanted him. All his seductive glances and charming words since I met him had wormed their way inside me. I found him more than appealing.

His eyes darkened, but he remained composed. "I hadn’t planned on sex."

I scoffed, my hand drifting down to rest against his crotch, where I felt him stiffen beneath my touch. "I’m not a virgin. Far from it. Why is having sex with you so different from any other man?"

Michael’s jaw tightened, his fingers wrapping around my wrist, though he didn’t pull my hand away. "I didn’t say it was different," he said softly, his voice edged with restraint. "But our relationship isn’t at that point yet."

I gave him a teasing squeeze, feeling him grow harder under my palm. "It seems like you are at that point."

"It’s normal for a man to become aroused when a beautiful woman touches him in an intimate way," he said, his voice gravelly. "But suppose I didn’t grow hard? Would you be upset?"

I pressed closer, feeling the heat radiating between us. "I’m already hot and bothered."

With his free hand, he reached up, cupping my left breast through my blouse, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. I let out a soft whimper, my breath hitching.

"I can think of so many ways I want to take you," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Then do it," I challenged, my voice breathless.

His hand tightened around my wrist, but he didn’t let go. "You’re pushing me to where I don’t want to be."

"Good," I whispered, leaning into him, feeling the tension coil tighter between us.

"Good?" His voice was hoarse, his control unraveling with each second.

I met his gaze, feeling the heat simmering just beneath the surface. "Why can you push, but you can’t be pushed?"

His lips twitched, a reluctant smile forming. "I see your point."

"I’d prefer sex over food," I said, my voice daring.

Michael hadn’t moved my hand from where it rested, and I relished the feeling of him growing harder under my palm. My mind drifted for a split second, wondering how he compared to Slade. Guilt pricked at me as I thought of Slade, but it was fleeting. I couldn’t meet his expectations, and I didn’t want to. Right now, all I wanted was fun, and Michael was standing right in front of me, ready to offer it.

Michael slammed into me, hard and relentless, my face pressed against the cool surface of the wall. His hand gripped the back of my neck, keeping me in place, while his hips snapped against mine in a rhythm that had me crying out, every thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

I’d been right—he was larger than Slade. The comparison flashed briefly in my mind before dissolving in the heat of the moment. My black panties lay shredded on the floor, my cranberry skirt bunched around my waist, and my blouse hung open, my bra shoved above my breasts as I gasped for air.

Michael's intensity was a stark contrast to Slade’s gentle touch. He took what he wanted, no hesitation, no apology, and it only fueled my desire. Each rough thrust pushed me closer to the edge, and when he suddenly pulled out, I groaned, the loss of him leaving me desperate.

“Shush,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

I whimpered, needing him back inside me. He hadn’t bothered to undress fully, only unzipping his pants enough to free himself. Now, he stepped back, shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall to the floor. I instinctively pressed away from the wall, trying to get closer, but he placed a firm hand on my back.

“Stay,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

“I want?—”

“Stay,” he growled, cutting me off.

I swallowed hard and obeyed, a strange thrill coursing through me at his dominance. I wasn’t used to this—being told what to do—but something about it made my skin tingle with anticipation. I spread my legs wider as he demanded, my body trembling.

His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit with practiced ease. He rubbed it in slow circles while his thumb teased my entrance, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I moaned, arching my back as he pushed me closer to the brink.

“Michael, please…” I panted, my hands bracing against the wall.

In response, he slipped his thumb inside me, the pressure just enough to send me spiraling into an orgasm. My body clenched around nothing, and I cried out as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Before I could catch my breath, he spun me around and lifted me, his hands gripping my thighs as he pinned me against the door. In one swift motion, he was inside me again. I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me with reckless abandon.

“You smell so fucking good,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “What would it be like to wake up next to you?”

I didn’t answer, too lost in the sensation of him filling me over and over. His lips found my neck, and he sucked hard, leaving marks that I knew I’d see later, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fire building inside me again.

“Morgan,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I don’t understand,” I managed to say between gasps.

“You’ve been out there, and I didn’t even know it.”

His words didn’t register fully because just then, another orgasm slammed into me, leaving me breathless as I clung to him.

Michael growled, his pace unrelenting as he carried me down the hallway to his bedroom without breaking our connection. My legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist, and I slumped against his shoulder as he moved, my mind hazy with pleasure.

When he set me on my feet, he finally pulled out, leaving me aching and trembling.

“Get undressed,” he ordered, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to see you.”

I stood frozen for a moment, watching as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. My gaze traveled down his body—every cut muscle, every inch of his tanned skin—and my mouth went dry when I saw him fully naked. His long, hard cock stood proudly, glistening with my wetness through the condom.

“Do I have to undress you myself?” His voice was sharp, pulling me from my stupor.

“Huh?” I blinked, dazed, as he stepped forward and yanked down the zipper on my skirt. It slid to the floor in a heap. He pushed my blouse off my shoulders, leaving me bare except for my bra, which he unclasped with one flick of his wrist.

“On the bed, ass in the air,” he said, his voice rough with need.

“I don’t do that,” I blurted out, alarmed.

He raised a brow, amused. “You don’t have sex?”

“I don’t do anal,” I clarified, my voice trembling.

He chuckled. “Neither do I. My thing is you, Morgan. Now, get on the bed.”

Relief washed over me, and I obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself on my hands and knees. Michael was behind me in an instant, sliding back inside me in one hard thrust. I cried out, gripping the sheets as he grabbed my hips and began to pound into me with a force that left me breathless.

His hand found my clit again, rubbing it in quick, firm circles. I tried to push his hand away, but he held me steady, driving me toward the edge once more. The pleasure built rapidly, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Now, Morgan,” he growled, his voice strained.

“I’m not there yet,” I gasped.

“Come with me,” he demanded, his movements becoming more urgent.

I didn’t think I could, but as he increased the pressure on my clit, my body betrayed me, and I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me as Michael groaned, his release coming right after mine. He buried himself deep inside me, grunting with each pulse.

Exhaustion hit me like a wave, and I collapsed onto the bed, Michael following close behind, his warm body pressing against mine. He stayed inside me for a moment longer, still throbbing, before he finally pulled out and lay beside me.

“You are delicious,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my shoulder.

I mumbled a response, too tired to form coherent words. My body still hummed with pleasure, but my mind was a mess. I’d given in too easily, let him have me without making him work for it. It was too late now.

“Morgan, how do you feel?” he asked, his voice soft.

“I don’t know,” I muttered, feeling the weight of what had just happened sink in.

“You don’t know?” He chuckled. “You’re the first person I’ve ever made feel like that. I’m flattered.”

I turned my head to look at him, curiosity bubbling up. “How many have there been?”

He smirked. “There used to be many. Not lately.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve been busy,” he said with a shrug. “Sex took a back seat to business.”

“How long has it been?”

“Why do you need to know?” He shot me a playful glance. “Should I ask you the same question?”

“Not many. Your turn.”

“Maybe three, including Suzanne,” he said casually.

“Three in two years?”

I couldn’t believe a man as handsome and wealthy as Michael would only have sex with three women. I’d seen him in the gossip rags with different women on his arm over the past few years.

He nodded. “I don’t have time for relationships.”

“What if I wanted one?”

“Do you?” His gaze sharpened.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “You’re great at fucking my brains out.”

Michael’s thumb brushed my lips, and I opened my mouth, sucking on it as I watched his eyes darken.

“Enough,” he said, pulling his thumb away. “You want more?”

I hesitated. “I’d rather have you again.”

A slow grin spread across his face as he sat up, already hardening again. And at that moment, I knew this wasn’t over.