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My hand fell away at his name in my thoughts, and I shuffled back a couple of steps. Ears suddenly ringing, I drew a deep breath, thankful at least that my chest didn’t tighten. “I-I need to go,” I heard myself say.
“I’ll walk you out.” Micah stood, and I spun, counting in as I breathed. Counting down as I exhaled.
“Jasmine?”
I grabbed my purse off the desk and stopped, eyes clenched shut.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. J-Just reached my limit for the day.” A burst of the half-hysterical laughter flew from my lips, and I clasped a hand over my mouth.
Micah moved in closer as if to reach for me on instinct, but I stepped back and shook my head.
“I-I’m fine,” I said, my voice unsteady as I clutched at the strap of my purse.
He peered at me, hands fisted at his sides, brow furrowed. “You’re sure?”
I inhaled until my lungs burned and let the air escape until my shoulders slumped. “Yes.”
With a single nod, he moved to the office door and opened it. The sun still shone hot, waves shimmering up from his tarred driveway, heating through my flip-flops in a matter of seconds.
“Goddamn, it’s stifling out here,” he grumbled.
I climbed into my car and turned it on, lowering all of the windows to let the heat out while the AC cranked up. “Thank you, Micah.”
His smile appeared pained. I expected from the massive bulge between his thighs I tried like hell to ignore. “Like I said, anytime.”
Chapter11
Micah
Iwanted to rip her shorts off and fuck her against the wall—the door—on the floor. Hell, I just wanted inside of her sweet body. Those damn cutoffs, cute little top that hugged her curves. Flip-flops beneath her pink-painted toenails. She’d even started leaving her hair down since the day I’d said I liked it.
Golden waves wafted her sweet perfume every time she moved her head.
Goddamn, something had to give. Celibate for over two months, and I’d been jerking off so damn much thatbothmy wrists ached.
Jasmine had taken some major steps in recovery since meeting me, but how far would she go before her mind shut her down to the point of a panic attack like the two she’d experienced with me? She’d talked herself down from one after touching my face. She’d held on, and I couldn’t have been more proud of her—and worried.
I wanted her, but I cared about her recovery more than my own needs. Jasmine came first, and I could wait.
She would be worth the suffering of blue balls.
I hoped.
Friday morning, I rushed to get all of my work buttoned up for the weekend. At noon, I poked my head out of my office door. “Let’s shut down the office at two today and get the hell out of here.”
“Oh.” She turned from her desk.
“Late lunch,” I offered in way of explanation for our leaving early for the day. “Care to join me?”
“A company meeting?”
I grinned. “How about a date since we’ll be off the clock?”
Pink flushed her cheeks. “Okay.”
The next two hours dragged, and my knee bounced under my desk as I went through the weekend’s schedule and the mass of clients Elite had lined up. Once sure everything should be set for the night, I shut down my computer, programmed the office phone to forward to my cell, and hurried out to the reception area.
