She stood dangerously close to him. He could smell her perfume and it was intoxicating.
They’d been working together on this high-profile client for a few days now and it was more than obvious that Scarlett wanted his ass.
Damian had made it clear time and again that they had a deadline to meet, even if it meant working late hours. The sun had already set and no one was at the office. This wasn’t cool.
Michael was almost positive Damian was doing this to distract his thoughts from Savannah.
Scarlett leaned over and pointed out some numbers to him. Fuck. He had to say something to her if he was going to concentrate on this deadline.
“Listen,” he began. “I need to make something clear before we continue this working relationship.”
She smiled her pretty smile at him. Her eyes shone, in a way that was distracting.
“Michael,” she interrupted, placing a hand on his forearm. “There’s no denying this, this vibe we got going on,” she said as she waved her hand between the both of them.
Michael moved away and rubbed his forehead. All he could think about was Savannah. Her phone was still off and she hadn’t replied to any of his text messages. It’d been almost two months since he’d last seen her at Damian’s house…
“There’s no vibe. The only reason we’re here is because Damian gave us this goddamn deadline that needs to be met. We’re coworkers. Nothing more.” Michael’s voice had risen slightly higher than he anticipated.
Scarlett wasn’t moved. It seemed to intrigue her even more. She reached up and touched Michael’s face. Michael let out a long sigh. Two months since he’d felt the touch of a woman. His woman. Two damn months.
“What do you want Scarlett?” There was no denying the anger and frustration in his voice.
Scarlett immediately took this as an invitation to seduce him. This was what she’d wanted since she first laid eyes on him, since Damian first told her about him…
She didn’t miss a beat. Immediately, her hands were at Michael’s belt buckle, fumbling with his zipper, reaching into his boxers to feel his length.
Michael couldn’t help but moan.
Scarlett dropped to her knees and looked up at Michael.
“You want me to stop?”
He was speechless. He grabbed the back of her head and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to, but he wanted to.
“Savannah”, he whispered.
Scarlett heard this but she rolled her eyes and continued her descent.
She was pleased at what she felt and she wanted to make him forget that whore. She couldn’t believe how he’d been treated by Savannah and Scarlett wanted to make sure Michael was treated the way a man should; especially this man. He was yummy and she couldn’t wait to have him.
She took him in her mouth in one fell swoop and almost came from the response she received from him. His hands were all up in her hair, while he pulled her mouth closer and aimed for the back of her throat.
Scarlett could sense the frustration in Michael from the day she set eyes on him and Damian made it clear what had to be done. She didn’t think she’d be this attracted to Michael and his pleasure was her main concern.
Michael exhaled as he thrust in and out of her mouth, feeling her tongue glide up and down and around his pipe and bringing him back to thoughts of Savannah. He was nearing climax and almost angrily, he pulled out of Scarlett’s mouth.
Scarlett got to her feet and made eye contact with Michael. She licked her lips briefly and then turned around and threw her ass back into his bulge. She lifted her dress and quickly pulled off her panties.
Michael threw his head back in annoyance. If only he knew, if only he knew for certain Savannah was with Damian. He needed to know, he had to know. He wasn’t going to let Scarlett manipulate him with her mouth skills and hurt Savannah. He couldn’t do it…
Scarlett adjusted her stance and leaned back into Michael, her neck just inches away from his mouth.
“Take me,” she teased. She reached behind her back and curled her fingers around his girth, anxious to be filled by him. “Take me like you take Savannah.”
Michael tensed up and immediately pushed her away.
“What did you say?”
“Take me like you take her. Fuck me like you fuck her.”
“What do you know about Savannah?” He persisted.
“Not much. Except she’s too busy being Damian’s whore.”
Michael pulled Scarlett into his chest and kissed her, deep and wet and a little too harshly. He turned Scarlett over and bent her over the table. She was moaning and panting and excited she was finally getting him. She gasped when he finally entered her and she felt every inch of him slide back and forth. She held on to the edge of the table and pushed back against him, making him forget whatever was on his mind.
Michael slid into her, pushing as far as he could, as he pulled her hair and thrust into her repeatedly. Savannah’s sweet smile crossed his mind and he couldn’t help but whisper her name as he spilled into Scarlett.
From across the hall, in his office, Damian smiled. Finally. His mission was complete. Savannah would soon be his.