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suit like she usually wore with no panties on had his cock surging against the fly of his jeans. He should be spent, worn the hell out, yet all he could think about was getting inside Michaela.
    Now he waited, and he hoped she was a little late. That way he could punish her, draw it out, drive her crazy, drive himself a little crazy too.
    He had a feeling she’d like it. That she could take whatever he dished out. That maybe she wanted him to dish it out.
    She was bad, his Michaela. Naughtier than he thought she would be. Or maybe he just brought it out in her. He had no clue.
    He certainly wasn’t complaining.
    At five minutes past twelve, he watched her exit the building, a harried expression on her face, the hot early afternoon wind blowing tendrils of hair all around her head. She wore a navy blue blazer and matching skirt with a pale yellow tank top beneath the blazer and she shrugged out of it, curling the jacket over her arm.
    Oh, damn she looked good, the skimpy top skimming her slight curves, the cut of her skirt making her ass look amazing.
    He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
    She approached his side of the car and he rolled down the window, the blast of hot air smacking him in the face. “Sorry. Had to take a phone call.”
    He cocked a brow, going for macho asshole. “You’re late.”
    “I know.” She brushed the tangled hair away from her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
    “Get in.”
    Michaela rounded the car and got in on the passenger side, her scent filling the close confines of the car immediately. He breathed deep, held it in, savored her unique sweet scent and then he glanced down at her lap.
    “Did you bring the panties?”
    Nibbling on her lower lip she nodded, patted her right pocket. “I did.”
    “Show me.”
    Slowly she reached into the pocket and drew the flimsy material out until her hand was in front of him, the pale pink panties in a crumpled ball in the middle of her palm. He stared down at them, arousal smacking him swift and hard at the sudden vision that swam in his head of her completely bare beneath that skirt.
    And that she was mere inches away from him. It would only take him five seconds to reach beneath the fabric and touch her silky hot flesh.
    Austin took her panties, shoved them into the front pocket of his jeans before reaching for her, resting his hand on the inside of her thigh. Her skirt had slid up, revealing her slim thighs, and he allowed himself the pleasure of stroking her skin once, twice, his fingertips tingling.
    A little whimper escaped her and he looked up into her face, saw the needy expression there. She was just as turned on as he was, maybe more so.
    “You want me to touch you?”
    She nodded, didn’t say a word.
    “Want me to get you off with my fingers stroking your clit?”
    Another muffled whimper, another furious nod of her head.
    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