Page 72 of Don't Leave Me

He gave me another blow, harder this time, and it took everything inside of me to suppress my pleasure.

And lastly, he smacked down on my ass, harder than the rest, and I was literally pulling my own hair to keep my mouth shut.

“Good girl,” Michael breathed, gently rubbing my sore ass.

He quickly pulled my underwear back up and tapped my thigh lightly. “Now get dressed and get back to work,” he said lightly.

I turned to him with disbelief.Is he really going to tease me like that?

“That’s it?” I frowned, sitting up on my knees.

Michael laughed as he stood up, taking his blazer and shrugging it back on.

“That’s it, Hana. We’re at work,” he raised his eyebrows, obviously teasing me.

I sighed, shaking my head – I was turned on and wanting more. I quickly put on my jeans and boots and sat for a moment to compose myself.

“Are we having lunch together?” I asked, trying to take my mind off the wetness between my thighs.

Michael was already seated and back to his laptop. “Sure. My place,” he grinned at me.

I smiled back and happily got up, heading out the door and facing my co-workers obvious stares. As I sat back down at my desk, Cassie nowhere to be seen, my work phone began to ring.

“Hello?” I answered, opening up my laptop.

“Hi Hana,” it was Maude. “There’s someone here in reception to see you,” she explained.

Huh? Emily, maybe?“Um, okay. Who is it?” I asked curiously.

“A gentleman named Jack,” she answered.

My heart dropped.Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.I gulped and immediately hung up, not knowing what to do. I sat frozen for a moment and finally decided to just go see what he wanted…but outside and away from my place of work, far away from Michael.

As I walked down the hall, about to pass Michael’s office, his door opened and I stopped, looking at him like a deer in headlights.

“Jack is here,” I whispered.

Michael froze and I could tell he was angry.Fuck.

“I’ll handle it,” he muttered, turning towards reception.

I watched him as he walked down the hall and entered into the reception area, my imagination running wild: is he gonna punch him? Is he gonna kill him? What is he going to say?I couldn’t just stand there and wait for Michael to come back, so I darted down the hall and followed him.

I could hear arguing as soon as I walked into reception. I saw Maude sitting with wide eyes and watching the other side of the room – I turned and there was Michael and Jack, clearly arguing and looking like someone was about to throw a punch.

“Michael,” I blurted out, quickly interrupting them as they both turned to look at me.

Both of them were livid and I had no idea how to react.

“What’s going on?”

“I was just telling this crazy asshole to fuck off,” Michael spit out, looking back at Jack.

Jack looked irate.

“What gives you the right? I’m here to speak to Hana,” Jack snarled back.

“Hana ismine. Give it up, you fucking prat,” Michael quickly responded, his voice low and menacing.

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