Free Secret Gifts (Steamy Version) by Elena Aitken

was making her feel. Because, damn, she hadn’t felt like that before. Not in a very long time.
    “Tell me you don’t want me to behave.” Gage continued his merciless assault on her nipples, and the tension in her belly grew stronger. Damn, if she didn’t know herself so well, she might think she could climax just from his touch alone. But…no. She’d never…
    “For this moment.” Megan squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the intensity in her core. “I really…don’t want you to behave.”
    “I was hoping you’d say that.” The moment the words were out of his mouth, one of Gage’s hands left her chest and slid past the waistband of her pants. One finger pushed the elastic of her panties aside. “You are so hot,” he whispered gruffly as his finger pushed inside her. “Now come for me.”
    No sooner was the command out of his mouth than Megan felt her body tighten. His lips crushed hers while his fingers continued their dance on her hot spots, until soon she couldn’t control herself. She pulled her mouth away from his, tilted her head back and moaned her release as she shattered around him.
    It took her a minute to come back to reality. And in that time, Gage had detangled himself from her. It was a soft kiss to her neck that made her open her eyes again to look at Gage.
    “I don’t…” she started. “I mean, I…”
    His slow, sexy smile spread across his gorgeous face. “No need to say anything. I didn’t want to behave and you looked like you could use a little misbehaving yourself.”
    She did a double take at his words. Confusion and a little anger that surprised her swirled through her. “I did,” she said. “I mean, I…” Megan straightened up and smoothed her blouse down. “I shouldn’t have done that. I have a job to do and—”
    “You’re still telling yourself that?” He cocked an eyebrow and stared into her eyes, challenging her. “That this is still just a job?”
    What an arrogant asshole. Wasn’t he the one who’d just done…well, done what he’d done? Dammit. Megan turned away, unable to look at him. Heat and anger washed through her. But who was she really angry at? It wasn’t a hard question to answer.
    “Are you kidding me?” She finally managed to force out the words through clenched teeth. “It’s my job to keep your dumb ass out of trouble. And despite what just happened, what shouldn’t have just happened,” she amended quickly, despite the fact that she didn’t believe it herself, “our relationship is purely professional. Period.” She spat out the last word and turned away from him.
    He was so quiet Megan thought he must have left. She couldn’t decide whether that would be a good thing or not. She poured herself a cup of coffee, cursing her hand for shaking the pot and spilling over her hand.
    She knew the moment he walked away to retreat back to his stool at the eating bar. The air around her felt empty, missing something. Megan wiped her hand off, and took her time to add cream and sugar to her coffee and waited for him to say something.
    Finally he spoke. “How do you know?” His voice was calm, but there was the same hard edge she’d heard in him the night before when she’d interrupted his call.
    She turned slowly. “Pardon me? How do I know what?”
    He looked her square in the eye and said, “How do you know I didn’t mess up last night? Just because you didn’t find her here doesn’t mean a thing.”
    His words, combined with the cold delivery, the meaning loaded behind them and the aftermath of what they’d just done lingering in the air, hit her square in the chest and she took a step back, sloshing more hot coffee on her hand.
    “Screw you, Gage Mitchell.” Megan slammed her cup down, ignoring the coffee that splashed across the counter. She wiped her hand on her sweater as she stormed out, only remembering to grab her cell phone at the last minute.

    It took her at least thirty minutes to walk off the steam that had