Chapter 22

Isabella walked up to Michael's study, holding a glass of veggie juice.

Just as she was about to knock, the door swung open.

Michael was dressed in a light gray loungewear set, his hair slightly tousled, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.He exuded an air of composure and self-assurance as he held his phone,engaged in a conversation.

He saw Isabella, motioned her in, and shut the door behind her.

She glanced around his study, a super private room with no windows,three walls packed with neatly arranged books.

The floor had a thick, soft carpet.

Michael was on a conference call, occasionally responding in a language she didn't understand.

Isabella set the juice on the table, grabbed a book, and sat next to Michael,casually flipping through it.

Michael, still on the phone, placed a hand on her shoulder,playing with her earlobe.

Under the light, Isabella's skin looked almost see-through. Soon, uinder Michael's teasing, a delicate blush began to spread across her cheeks.

Michael pulled her onto his lap, making her straddle him.

While he talked seriously on the phone, he held her waist, pressing her close, and in between calls, he nibbled on her earlobe.

His teasing sent an electric tingling through Isabella's body.

Her body, under his pecks and kisses, felt like it was on fire, ready to explode.

Feeling the changes in her body, Isabella felt a bit embarrassed.

Michael was still deep in conversation, but she was already feeling restless.

Isabella forced herself to stay clear-headed, not wanting to lose it in front of Michael.

She pushed his head away, reached for the juice, and took a few gulps.

The cold juice cooled her burning body a bit.

Isabella struggled to get off Michael, but he set his phone down,his hands gently holding her in place. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "Isabella,focus,okay?"

She couldn't break free, feeling both embarrassed and anxious, she whispered, "I don't want to be with you."

"Be good. Wait for me. It won't take long," Michael whispered close toher ear.

His hand slipped under her clothes, gently stroking her back.

He kissed her from her earlobe down her neck, across her shoulder,leaving a trail on her delicate skin.

Michael said, "Isabella, I didn't expect you to come to me so soon."

He inhaled her scent, his breathing quickening.

His kisses grew heavier, turning into sucking and biting.

Like a drowning man finding a lifeline, he desperately sought more from Isabella's body.

A voice on the phone asked a question.

Michael gave a brief answer, then complained to Isabella, "Isabella, you totally sweep me off my feet."

He pecked her lips repeatedly, trying to calm his emotions.

Realizing he was still on the phone. Isabella felt embarrassed and tried to get off him.

As soon as she moved, Michael held her down, grabbed her soft hand, and placed it on the bulge between his legs.

Isabella screamed as if burned and tried to pull her hand away,but Michael held it tight, making her grasp his throbbing cock.

Michael said, "Isabella, I surrender to you. You're my weakness. Don't leave,stay with me,okay?"

His voice was different from his usual calm and composed tone, sounding like he was pleading, almost whining.

Isabella was totally hooked:

Michael's warm breath tickled her ear, and his tongue sliding over her earlobe sent shivers down her spine.

On the other end of the phone, a voice said, "Mr. Johnson, did you forget,I..."

Isabella almost jumped off Michael in surprise.

Michael picked up the phone, said something serious,and finally instructed, "Aaron, you handle the follow-up.I'm out."

He handled the awkward situation like a pro, while Isabella felt so embarrassed she wished she could vanish.

Michael, having hung up the phone, completely relaxed.

"Isabella, let's go to the bedroom." He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.

The lighting was dim, casting a hazy, intimate glow.

Michael gently placed Isabella on the bed, like she was a rare treasure.

He leaned over her, one arm supporting his body, the other hand caressing her cheek, tracing from her eyebrows, to her eyes, down her nose,outlining her lips with his long fingers.

In Michael's eyes. Isabella saw herself clearly. His eyes were like a small world,containing only her, and only enough space for her.

Isabella felt like Michael's eyes were a vortex, pulling her in deeper and deeper, unable to escape. She couldn't help but rise and kiss the abyss that captivated her.

Michael's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, brushing against her lips,triggering a storm within her body.

"Mr.Johnson... I..." Isabella said.

She felt like a fish out of water, and Michael was her salvation, luring her,calling her, wanting her to come closer.

Michael's trembling hands gently removed Isabella's already disheveled clothes, and he whispered seductively in her ear, "Isabella,what do you call me?"

"Mr. Johnson," she replied.

Michael didn't speak. His strong arms supported his body,and he bit her ear as punishment and kissed her teasingly.

Isabella felt weightless.

Like a growing vine, she clung to Michael, seeking him, craving hím.

Something within Michael's body exploded like fireworks,spreading to every corner of his being.

"Isabella, call me honey," Michael, using the last bit of his self-control to restrain the beast within, whispered seductively in her ear, "Good girl,Isabella, call me honey, and I'll give you everything."

Isabella felt a turmoil of sensations coursing through her body,yet she couldn't find a way to release them. She felt aggrieved, looking at Michael with tearful eyes. "Michael, honey, I feel uncomfortable."

All of Michael's restraint crumbled in that instant, and the floodgates within him burst open.

"Michael."

With Isabella's trembling call, he thrusted his hips forward, penetrating her deeply.

It was like the ebb and flow of the tide, rising and falling, cresting the waves; like a gentle breeze through a pine forest,rustling the needles softly;like a train racing down the tracks, sending tremors through the ground.

Isabella felt as if her soul had been drained, leaving behind only a body driven by primal urges. Under Michael's lead, she was propelled towards peak after peak of ecstasy, each one eliciting a scream.

During lovemaking, Michael always seemed to have endless energy. Until the sky lightened, Isabella's voice hoarse from shouting, Michael was still unsatisfied, dragging Isabella once more to the pinnacle of desire.