Laid and Leveraged (10 page)

Roger
Hollins
didn't
even
seem
to
notice
the
breaking
glass,
or
if
he
did,
he
didn't
care.
Much
to
Michelle's
dismay,
Roger
Hollins
walked
around
her
desk.
Gripping
her
chair
by
the
two
armrests,
he
rolled
her
out
into
the
middle
of
the
room.
Shocked,
and
feeling
strangely
naked
without
the
protection
of
her
desk
between
them,
Michelle
could
only
gape.

Roger
didn't
let
go
of
the
armrests.
He
stood
in
front
of
her
with
his
furious
face
hovering
over
hers.
His
muscular
legs
pressed
between
her
knees
and
the
nearness
of
him
brought
back
a
wave
of
memories
that
Michelle
couldn't
stamp
out
of
her
mind.
Her
heart
raced
and
her
palms
grew
clammy.
Even
in
anger,
Roger
Hollins
was
an
extraordinarily
handsome
man.
Oh
dear
God
how
she
wished
he'd
bring
those
sultry
lips
down
just
another
inch
to
kiss
her.
It
was
torture
to
be
sitting
here,
wanting
him
the
way
she
did.
Why
oh
why
did
she
have
to
be
feeling
these
things
now
of
all
times?
She
prayed
he
couldn't
tell
how
badly
she
wanted
him.
His
next
words
informed
her
that
he
read
her
loud
and
clear.

“
Damn
it,
Michelle!
”
he
thundered.
Straightening,
he
ran
a
hand
through
his
unruly
hair
and
paced
the
room.
“
Why
do
you
only
obey
me
when
I'm
fucking
you?
”

He
stopped
in
front
of
her.
This
time
Michelle
noticed
that
his
features
looked
strained
as
though
carried
a
great
burden.

“
Michell,
”
he
breathed.
“
I
didn't
want
to
do
this,
but
you've
left
me
no
choice.
”
He
turned
to
leave.
“
Pack
your
things.
You're
fired.
”

“
Wait!
”
Michelle
gasped,
rising
to
her
feet.
“
D-don't
do
this,
”
she
stammered.

He
hesitated,
his
back
to
her
and
his
hand
on
the
doorknob.
“
Are
you
going
to
enact
my
policies?
”
He
turned
to
face
her,
giving
her
one
last
chance
to
redeem
herself.

Michelle
couldn't
decide
if
she
would
enact
his
policies,
but
she
certainly
didn't
want
him
to
leave
either.
She
chewed
her
lip,
trying
decide
the
best
course
of
action.

Roger
tapped
his
foot
against
the
floor,
growing
impatient.

Michelle
took
a
deep
breath.
She
knew
what
she
wanted
from
Roger.
She
didn't
want
him
touching
her
company
but
she
most
definitely
wanted
him
touching
her.
With
deft
fingers
she
removed
the
clip
in
her
hair,
letting
her
hair
tumble
over
her
shoulders.

Roger's
eyes
grew
hot
as
Michelle
ran
her
fingers
through
the
locks.
Next
she
unbuttoned
her
blouse,
one
button
at
a
time
from
the
top
down
and
shrugged
it
off
her
shoulders.
She
could
see
she
had
Roger's
attention
now.
He
appeared
to
have
stopped
breathing,
when
Michelle
reached
behind
her
to
unhook
the
black
lace
bra.

“
Don't
do
this,
”
Roger
pleaded
her,
his
voice
ragged
with
desire.
“
I
can't
be
held
accountable
for-
”

She
smiled
at
him
before
dropping
the
undergarment
to
the
floor,
freeing
her
large
breasts.

Roger's
blue
eyes
grew
darker
than
the
pits
of
hell.
One
minute
he
stood
by
the
door
and
the
next,
Michelle
felt
herself
being
hauled
to
her
desk.
With
one
big
sweeping
motion
of
his
powerful
arm,
Roger
cleared
her
desk,
sending
her
knickknacks
and
notes
flying
across
the
room.
He
didn't
bother
removing
her
skirt,
instead
hiking
it
up
over
her
waist.
Roger
covered
her
mouth
with
his,
his
kiss
demanding,
angry
and
unrepentant.
She
felt
herself
being
lifted
into
a
sitting
position
on
the
desk
and
then
she
heard
Roger's
belt
being
unfastened
and
his
zipper
lowered
.
He
pushed
her
knees
apart,
roughly,
inserting
himself
between
them.

She
panted
beneath
his
hot
mouth
and
squirmed
with
desire
when
his
hand
clamped
over
the
crotch
of
her
already
moist
panties.
He
pushed
the
crotch
of
the
panties
to
the
side
against
her
leg
and
in
the
next
moment
Michelle
felt
herself
being
filled
to
the
point
of
breaking
with
Roger's
thick,
pulsing
cock.
She
gasped
and
wrapped
her
legs
tightly
around
his
waist.
He
felt
so
wonderful
inside
her
that
already
Michelle
could
feel
herself
building
up
into
a
frenzy
of
desire.