Forbidden (Playing With Fire)

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?”