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“Are you okay?” he asked, studying me closely with heat in his eyes that made me damp between the thighs.
Was I?
My fast breaths came unrestricted. My heart pounded. My usual panic was nowhere to be found.
Lightness flooded my chest, and although I shook like a leaf during a storm, I smiled. “Yes.”
“Sweet.” Grinning, he ambled away. “I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”
I slumped back in my chair, biting my tongue to keep my giggles contained. I had intentionally touched Micah like I’d done in his car without losing my shit. Fist to my mouth to remain quiet, I decided I wanted to try again—as soon as I got the chance.
* * *
The morning sped past in a blur of numbers, phone calls, and files. My face hurt from smiling, but by five, my nerves returned enough to bring back the jitters in my stomach.
Micah had acted the professional boss all day long. We’d even gone out to grab a sub together for lunch, but he kept his distance. No sexual innuendos or inappropriate questions. No suggestive offers to help me take the next step.
I shut down my computer, heart in my throat, and moved into his open doorway. “I’m heading out,” I somehow managed to get passed my lips.
He glanced at his watch and lifted his head to meet my gaze. “Come here.”
My legs shook as I obeyed, but he rolled back on his chair and spun, motioning me around the desk rather than in front of it.
I stopped a couple feet away from his knees, heat racing through my body, settling between my thighs.
Micah lifted his hand toward me, fingers splayed, and peered up at me.
The chicken part of me wanted to turn and take off. The woman part of me, the desire to heal and move forward in my quest for normalcy, kept me from running. He wasn’t initiating touch to pull me closer. He offered his hand for me to test myself. His stance, the look in his eyes told me it was my decision as was every submissive’s right when in a scene with a Dom.
I wondered how much it cost him to relinquish control. Since I’d become somewhat of an expert on the BDSM lifestyle in knowledge only, I knew the power he offered me in that moment went outside his norm.
Micah was definitely a Dom who could be trusted—he’d proven that to me on Friday night when a lesser man with a similar raging hard-on would have leapt over the coffee table to take advantage of me. Dina had assured me about his ethics and kindness, and I wanted to believe he would treat me right no matter our situation. He would be gentle until I asked for something more. Take his time because I gravitated toward hesitancy with good reason he now understood.
Stepping closer, my gaze latched on his hand, I lifted my own. I brushed a fingertip across his wrist, and a shot of that same electric-charged energy crackled down through my body straight to my clit. I held my breath and slowly slid my finger down across his palm, to the tip of his middle finger.
I stepped back, my exhale leaving in a rush as I dropped my hand to my side.
“Are you okay?” he checked in with me like a good Dom would, same as he always did, his voice gruff, almost…strangled.
“Yes,” I whispered, desire and need evident in my tone. I didn’t care he probably read me like an open book.
“Would you like to touch me again?”
Chewing on the inside of my lip, I nodded, a hell of a lot more thanwantpushing me to try for more.
Micah gripped his arm rests as though locking himself in place, letting me know with the action that he would keep his hands to himself, same as he’d done on Friday. “Go ahead. My promise stands…until you ask me otherwise.”
Heart racing, I stepped to his side rather than between his spread thighs and reached out to run my fingers over the mussed hair atop his head like I’d been dying to do. “Silky soft,” I heard myself murmur while smiling. I’d expected crunchy with product.
Micah lifted his head, his gaze on my lips, and I moved my fingertips over his smooth forehead.
He sighed but continued to peer up at me, that energy still crackling, heating my blood until it pulsed between my thighs.
I slid my light touch down his temple to his close-clipped sideburn.
“Not quite as silky,” I said on a half-giggle of pure nerves bordering on losing my shit. My fingers continued as if on their own, along his scruffy jaw to his chin. I paused, my gaze glued to his lips, my smile fading.
Wetness soaked my panties. My pulse thrummed in my ears, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Taste a man’s lips for the very first time. Intimacy like I’d never known—had only been able to dream about thanks to Billy.
