Read Online Forbidden by Karen Erickson - Free Book Online

yes but that was it, or that’s what she told herself. This was definitely all about the sex.
    And what delicious sex it had turned out to be.
    Glancing about the office to make sure no one was paying attention to her she grabbed her cell phone and punched in Austin’s number. He answered on the top of the fourth ring, almost letting it go to voicemail, and she wondered if he did that on purpose.
    “That was longer than fifteen minutes.”
    “Well hello to you too.” She paused, waited for him to say something but he was silent. “I’m at work, Austin. I was in a meeting. I couldn’t get away.”
    “Can you get away for lunch?”
    “I think so.” She glanced at the time on her monitor. “It’s almost twelve already, I had no clue. What time did you want to meet?”
    “Twelve.”
    It took almost an hour for her to get to work during the morning rush hour. It would take a half hour now. “Won’t twelve-thirty work better for you?”
    “Michaela.” He was quiet for a moment and she swore she could hear him breathing, soft and even across the line. “Did you take your panties off?”
    She looked around again, thankful everyone was doing their own thing. “Yes.”
    “You’re a good girl.” She swore she heard the grin in his voice.
    “I don’t feel like a good girl.”
    “Why not?”
    “Walking around like this.” She crossed her right leg over her left, her sensitive pussy tingling with the movement. “It’s rather—arousing.”
    “That’s the point.” His voice lowered an octave, deep and sexy, reminding her of what he had sounded like when he whispered in her ear last night. “I’m in the parking lot.”
    “You are?”
    He ignored her question. “Come down here at noon and meet me at my car.”
    A thrill rippled through her. “Which parking lot? Are the salespeople bothering you?”
    “I’m in the back lot, the employee lot. Come down here, Michaela. At noon.”
    “All right.” Her mind raced. What did he want to do? Would he take her somewhere and get naked so they could go at it for approximately thirty minutes? But where? She had no idea where people went for illicit encounters. “Where are we going?”
    “Just meet me, Michaela.” He paused, the moment heavy with tension. “And bring your panties.”
    He hung up, the click loud in her ear and she slowly lowered her cell phone until it clattered on top of her desk.
    It was totally wrong that her body was on high alert, ready to meet Austin in – she glanced at the clock again—approximately eight minutes. What did he have planned?
    She couldn’t fucking wait to find out.
     
    After a night of unbelievable sex, the disappointment Austin felt at waking up alone had been overwhelming. Irritating. He wasn’t one who liked to linger in bed until the early dawn. He preferred to sleep alone, no distractions, and besides he was usually exhausted after a bout of satisfying sex.
    The sex with Michaela had been beyond satisfying. He had given her at least four orgasms that he knew of and he’d had two. They’d fallen asleep in a tangle of limp arms and legs, her head resting on his chest, his cheek on top of her head. Holding each other close, another thing he really didn’t enjoy post-coital.
    But with Michaela, everything felt so damn right.
    She’d snuck out of his bed, and he hadn’t even heard her. He’d reached for her upon wakening, found his bed empty and hell if his heart hadn’t felt empty too.
    He was damn pitiful, mooning over a woman. He’d been lusting after her for so long he thought by finally having her it would get her out of his system.
    It didn’t work. And he was fooling himself if he believed that was his true intention. He’d wanted her, and he knew once he had her he’d continue to want her.
    And continue to have her. He was just enough of a cocky bastard to believe that.
    Sending her the text message had been his plan to rile her up. It worked. The thought of her up in her office in some prim skirt