Laid and Leveraged (11 page)

Roger
broke
their
kiss.
Gripping
her
chin
in
the
palm
of
his
hand
he
forced
her
to
look
up
at
him.

“
No,
”
he
demanded,
roughly,
his
voice
hoarse
and
nearly
out
of
control.
“
You
won't
be
doing
that
again.
Not
yet
anyway.
”
Roger
began
to
move
inside
of
her,
sliding
his
cock
slowly
out
and
then
agonizingly
inching
it
back
in,
all
the
while
his
eyes
never
leaving
hers.

“
This
time,
”
he
groaned.
“
I
want
it
to
last.
” 

His
body
worked
in
and
out
of
hers
and
Michelle
clung
to
Roger
as
he
brought
her
to
delirious
heights
of
pleasure.
She
felt
her
eyes
drift
shut
as
she
rose
higher
and
higher
towards
ecstasy.
Roger
shook
her,
his
hand
still
under
her
chin

“
Look
at
me!
”
he
demanded.
“
I
want
to
watch
you
while
you
come.
”

Michelle's
eyes
snapped
back
into
focus
and
locked
with
his
fiery
blue
ones.
The
heat
that
she
saw
in
those
watery
depths
unraveled
her
completely.
Michelle
felt
herself
coming.
She
gasped,
never
letting
her
eyes
stray
from
his,
as
she
surrendered
herself
to
utter
abandonment.

Roger's
gaze
turned
to
molten
lava
as
he
watched
her
coming.
His
brows
drew
together,
his
lips
set
in
stone.
Watching
Roger
come
was
more
erotic
than
she
ever
could
have
imagined,
a
kind
of
intimacy
unlike
she'd
ever
known.
His
face
registered
pure
undiluted
pleasure
and
Michelle
had
the
satisfaction
of
knowing
that
she'd
been
the
cause
of
it.

He
crushed
her
close
to
him
as
the
last
of
their
trembles
subsided
and
nuzzled
her
neck,
stroking
her
back
like
she
were
a
kitten.
Michelle
laced
her
fingers
around
him,
pressing
her
bared
breasts
against
the
silk
of
his
dress
shirt.
His
heart
pounded
wildly
against
her.
She
let
herself
drift
into
lazy
contentment.
Roger
pressed
an
intimate
kiss
against
her
throat
before
lifting
his
lips
to
her
ear.
When
he
spoke,
his
breath
was
like
a
warm,
smoky
breeze
that
penetrated
her
foggy
mind.

“
You're
still
fired,
”
he
said.

Michelle
went
to
the
freezer
and
opened
another
pint
of
double
fudge,
cookie
dough
ice
cream.
Not
bothering
with
a
bowl,
she
stabbed
her
spoon
directly
into
the
container.
Brisket
purred,
circling
his
lithe
body
around
the
hem
of
her
pajama
pants.
She
glanced
at
the
clock
and
groaned.
Two
in
the
afternoon
and
she
hadn't
even
bothered
to
shower.
She
made
her
way
to
the
living
room
with
Brisket
following
and
flopped
down
on
the
shabby
sofa.

For
the
majority
of
her
adult
life,
Michelle
had
put
all
of
her
energy
into
Today's
Energy
now
she
had
no
energy
and
nothing
to
show
for
it.
She
looked
around
at
her
tiny,
shabby
apartment.
Even
though
she'd
been
CEO,
Michelle
had
never
made
the
kind
of
profits
to
allow
her
to
live
the
luxurious
life
that
Roger
had.
And
when
the
company
did
profit
enough,
Michelle
would
dump
the
money
back
into
the
business,
giving
employees
better
benefits
or
taking
on
new
ventures.
She
had
been
thinking
so
much
in
the
long
term
that
she
neglected
to
take
care
of
the
short
term.

Michelle
collapsed
into
a
heap,
clutching
the
melting
ice
cream
to
her
breast
and
sobbed
into
the
worn
couch
cushion.
Brisket,
bless
his
soul,
didn't
care
how
successful
she
was.
He
nuzzled
her
feet,
curling
up
by
her
legs.

She
cried
long
and
hard.
She
had
so
much
to
let
out.
She'd
failed
her
company,
nearly
ran
it
into
the
ground.
Roger
had
been
right,
but
she
refused
to
listen
to
him,
and
now
she'd
lost
him
too.
If
only
she
had
obeyed
him
like
he
wanted.
She'd
still
have
her
job
and
maybe
she'd
still
have
Roger
too.

Hiccuping,
she
stuffed
another
spoonful
of
ice
cream
into
her
mouth.
God
she
missed
Roger.
She
missed
his
smell,
his
touch.
She'd
give
just
about
anything
to
hear
the
sound
of
his
voice
again.
She
stared
at
her
phone
on
the
coffee
table.
It
lay
relatively
untouched
for
the
past
three
days.
As
it
turned
out,
now
that
she
didn't
have
a
job,
no
one
bothered
to
call
her.
She'd
neglected
her
friends
over
the
years
to
put
her
company
first
and
now
she
had
nothing.