Page 80 of The Secret
Micah hadsaidhe was in the mood to be bossy.
“Who cares about a few minutes here or there?” I demanded, playing my part. “Not a big deal, man.”
Micah’s eyes glinted with approval. This was exactly the way the game was played. “Put your hands against the wall,” he commanded.
I laughed, and I didn’t even have to fake it. God, I loved this. “Or what?”
“Or I’llmakeyou,” he said in a low voice that was way too pleasant to bode well for me.
Hell, yes.
I laughed again. “You’re joking,boss.”
“Oh, I assure you I’m not, Mr. Ross.” He shifted his weight, bringing his face into the light, andFuuuuuck. Micah hadn’t shaved today. The beard burn tonight was going to be very real, and I craved it. “I thought you enjoyed your employment here.”
I felt my lips twitch even as my stomach curled pleasantly. Micah was so fucking right that this was a hundred times better knowing he wasn’t my boss anymore… but he had been once.
“Micah…” I took a step toward him. “You don’t mind if I call you Micah, right?” He quirked a brow but I didn’t wait for him to reply. “Micah, surely there’s been a misunderstanding. There must be some way I can make up for my lack of…punctuality.”
He scratched at his jaw, and the rasping was loud in the otherwise quiet room. I could hear the refrigerator motor kick on.
This was the time when he’d suggestexactlyhow I could make it all up to him… on my knees. I gave him a knowing smile and reached for his belt…
He spun me so fast I saw stars, until I was cheek-to-the-wall, with both of my hands pinned against the small of my back.
This wasnotthe usual script.
“Was there something else you were thinking of, Mr. Bloom?” I breathed. “Some other way I could…”
“Oh, Constantine,” he said, disappointment in his voice. “You think you can wriggle out of things this easily? I was expecting you earlier.”
I blinked.Not at allthe usual script.
“You know why I wasn’t here,” I said, confused. “I had to work.”
“No excuse. Just as I thought.”
I laughed.
“I needed this ass earlier,” he continued, transferring his hold on my wrists to one hand. “I hadplansfor this ass earlier.”
I saliva pooled in my mouth. “You could still—”
He ran a hand down over the ass in question and I gasped in a breath.
“And I think you need to be taught a lesson.”
“A l-lesson?” I stammered. I cleared my throat and tried to speak like I wasn’t turned on and nervous at the same time. “What kind of lesson?”
He squeezed my ass harder, then slapped it once, barely a tap. “The kind with a little pain. I heard once that you didn’t mind a little pain, Mr. Ross.”
The sound of my heart knocking against the wall had to be audible to somebody besides me, it was beating that hard and fast.
“That—” My voice came out a croak.God. “Was a joke.”
“Was it?” Micah didn’t sound surprised. The fucker sounded amused. “Well, guess what?” He leaned in closer and his nose nuzzled my neck, just behind my right ear. “Thisisn’t.”
He flicked his tongue against the shell and sucked the lobe into his mouth and my hips bucked back against him. He pulled my hip back and let his hand caress my stomach beneath my sweatshirt. Then his fingers drifted lower, finding my erection and rubbing it through my jeans.
