Allyson's POV
Michael's mouth curved into that wicked smile I adored, the one that made my pulse race. This was my favorite side of him, when he fought to maintain control just for me.
I kept my expression perfectly innocent, cocking my head to the side. "Language, Mr. Jade. I expected more refinement from someone of your stature."
My palm slid across his thigh, feeling the solid strength beneath the expensive fabric of his pants.
I let my fingers wander higher, dancing along the sensitive area between his legs. The evidence of his desire pressed against my touch, hot and demanding. I was so close to taking him fully in my hand.
His phone vibrated against the nightstand.
I jerked my hand away instinctively, but Michael seized my wrist before I could retreat completely. He guided my palm right back to where it had been, pressing it against the hard length straining beneath his trousers.
My breath caught, excitement flashing through me like electricity.
