Should I keep going? Either way, here's chapter 2 for your reading pleasure! I've been looking at my other stories and I really think it's time I do something about that, especially A Biker and a Babe.

Michonne's weekend was shit - she didn't sleep a wink - and there were too many thoughts fluttering around in her mind.

She sighed for the fourth time that day and huffed. She was annoyed. She sat on her chair pulling up her account on the computer when she felt his presence. She looked up to see Rick's smiling face.

"You know Hawthorne, I have all these copies I have to make. Why don't you be a doll and make me six of each." He demanded.

"I'll do them when I'm done with this." She flippantly responded.

He walked into her office, uninvited, and leaned in close to her ear. "You forget who's in charge here," He began with a low growl, "do you want me to make this week difficult? No more sass or else." He dropped the papers on her desk then walked away.

Cursing him the whole way, she hurried to make his copies. She thought of every single thing she would do to him after this week was up before slamming the copies on his desk with flair.

"You want to try that again, Hawthorne?" Seriousness laced his voice moistening her core.

Grinding her teeth and closing her eyes to count to ten, she calmly collected the papers and handed them to him. His hand closed over hers lingering for a beat too long. Slipping her hand out of his grip she left his office before she could hurt him.

"Here you go, Mr. Grimes." She said so sweetly it threw him off.

Michonne spent the whole day doing everything he ordered. He would walk by her office just to look at her sometimes, teasing her into thinking he was going to ask more of her. She knew that he was gonna be a dick about it but she didn't think he would take it so seriously.

She could feel eyes on her. "Look Grimes I real-"

"Grimes?" Mike's confused voice carried over to her.

"Oh sorry Mike, I've been really stressed about a case and the mock trial we have coming up." She relaxed a little when she saw him.

"Would you like some help? I know you're a great lawyer and you can definitely hold your own but honestly I just want to spend some time with you." Michonne was surprised. This was the first time Mike has ever outright shown that he was interested in her.

"Is that right?" Giving him a seductive smile, she rested her chin on her hand canting her head to the left.

Michonne, girl, you just-

He was interrupted by Rick, "Hawthorne, we have to discuss the case."

Holding in her sound of disapproval, "Fine." Then she turned to Mike, "I'll talk to you later?"

"Of course gorgeous, I'll always have time for you." He winked at her and walked out.

When Rick and Michonne made it to one of the empty rooms he shut the door behind her trapping her with his long arms, "I know you're hot for Mike, but did you forget that you're mine for a week?"

"You don't own me, Grimes, and you sure as hell don't get to regulate who I hang out with." She said, poking him in his chest. She was feeling defiant, he was pissing her off.

"And you said you were a woman of her word or was that a lie? When we're done you can fuck him sideways, but for now, you're mine." He held her chin between his fingers forcing her to look into his eyes.

Where was this coming from? "All right, I'm sorry... jeeze." She moved her chin from his grasp. He was confusing her.

That seemed to satisfy him until he placed his big hand on her hip pulling her closer to him, "When you get home, I want you to pack some clothes. You'll be staying with me for the remainder of our time. Pack something nice because I'm taking you out." He turned her around and pushed her out of the office.

She walked to her office in a daze, wondering exactly what he was doing with her and why she was feeling hot and flustered. She felt off-kilter for the rest of the day from her encounter with Grimes. She never reacted to him this way but he also has never been this close to her before or touched her like he did. They usually had little arguments back and forth which left them both kind of annoyed but it was essentially harmless.

Now, with him being - for lack of a better word - aggressive, her pussy was throbbing. She needed release.

She received an email notification.

Don't forget to pack your bags for the week.
Rick

Yup, right back to being annoyed. She knew she fucked up when she made this bet. A good dare was her weakness and Grimes knew that.

At home she went up stairs grumbling, throwing things in her bag. Michonne packed her makeup wondering if she should go for a full beat or should she just a natural beat. Laughing at herself, she knew she was going for the full beat since she didn't really get the chance to go all out on a regular basis. She had a trick up her sleeve that made her give a mischievous smile in the mirror.

Michonne walked out her house to see Grimes' Charger parked out front. She was praying none of her neighbours noticed him outside in front of her place.

"Rick what the fuck are you doing at my house? And how the hell do you know where I live!" She yelled.

"I followed you." He said it like it was the most normal thing to do.

"Why?"

He ignored her and gently took the bags from her hand to place them in his opened trunk. "Get in."

Michonne got into the passenger seat of the car, but not before giving him the finger. The entire ride she prayed for her life because he drove like a maniac. She held on to the oh-shit-bar as he zig zagged through traffic.

"You can't drive like this all the time, you're gonna give me a heart attack." Michonne grabbed her chest as they pulled up to a nice house.

"I'm a great driver, unlike you Driving Miss Daisy."

"And how many tickets do you have on your record, Fast and Furious? Because I have zero." She unbuckled her belt stumbling out the car to thank the lord she was on solid ground.

"Drama queen." Grimes grabbed the bags out the trunk, "Why did you pack so much? It's just a week, you're not moving in."

"Kiss my ass Grimes, all this takes upkeep." She motioned to the entirety of curvy body.

She didn't know how much her ass has been on his mind this whole day, "Get your high maintenance ass in the house." He walked around her, opening the door.

"Your room is upstairs second door on the right. Here." He handed her her bags.

"What happened to you carrying my bags?"

"I'll bring them up when I'm done down here." Frustration laced his voice.

"Fine." Michonne said as she disappeared up the stairs.

What was he thinking bringing her to his home? Rick got angry when he saw Mike with her. He couldn't chance that his week would be interrupted by them having plans so he did the best thing he could think of. He chugged a bottle of water then carried the rest of her bags upstairs.

Michonne had gone to take a shower in her newly assigned bedroom. Rick was sat on her bed waiting for her to finish. He looked around the bedroom, he felt like an intruder, but he was still fuming at her actions from this morning. He looked around the bedroom and noticed her oversized Yale shirt spread out on the bed. He lightly touched the material.

"Why are you in my room?" Her voice disturbed the quiet of the house.

"Technically this is my room so I can be here if I please."Rick eyed her still wet skin draped in the fluffy towel that was way to short on her. She looked delectable, with her face scrubbed free of the makeup, it made her look younger. Fresher.

"Take a picture it will last longer."

Oh he planned to. "Get dressed for bed."

"I will once you leave." She tightened the towel around her body, using it as a shield.

"No, I think I'll stay here and watch." He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

She walked over then snatched the shirt off the bed returning to the bathroom. Rick laughed to himself.

When she returned to the room, Grimes was still seated on her bed with a pillow between his legs on the floor. Oh no.

"Come." His one word demand locked her legs in place.

"Grimes I don't think-"

"Don't think. Just come." He was eerily calm.

She slowly walked between his legs. Rick placed his hands on her hips guiding her to her knees. She could see his visible erection pressed against his pants. Gulping she opened her mouth to speak to find that her throat was dry.

"Gri-"

"Rick."

"What?" She looked up at him confused.

"I want you to call me Rick. No more last names Michonne." He said as he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip. Her tongue dipped out to lick her dry lips but ended up touching the tip of his finger. She watched him go ram rod stiff.

"O- Ok Rick." She was suddenly feeling shy.

"Take it out." He commanded.

She felt heat flush her cheeks and anger flashed in her eyes. If he wanted someone to suck his cock, all he had to do was ask any of the very willing women in the office to do it. He didn't have to blackmail her into getting him off. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, counting to ten.

"You do know how to suck a cock right?" She flinched at the crudeness of it all.

She undid his belt feeling his length jump at the proximity to her hand. She wanted to get this over with. His dick was veiny with a perfectly shaped mushroom head with pre-cum weeping from his slit.

She ran her tongue from the bottom of his cock to the tip. She swirled her tongue around his head, his hands were starting to make his way through her hair. She looked into his darkening eyes. She knew she had him - she knew her skills surprised most men, so she ramped it up. She wrapped her hand around his shaft swirling her tongue around the head multiple times before sucking him into her mouth.

"Shit." He gasped, both hands were in her head now, grasping harder.

She slowly engulfed him until her mouth met her hand at the base of his cock. There was no way she was able to fit the whole thing down her throat but she could get enough in that it pulled a groan from him. His hips started to roll, thrusting deeper into her warm mouth.

"Oh fuck." He moaned.

She closed her eyes trying to find a rhythm as she massaged his member with her mouth.

"Look at me." He groaned out.

Her midnight eyes clashed with his baby blues, bobbing her head up and down giving him a show of her skills.

Rick couldn't keep his eyes off of her, she was overloading his senses. He could feel her tongue constantly wrapping around his head making him pump his hips faster into that eighth wonder she called a mouth. He pushed her head down further down his shaft, he could feel himself cumming. Michonne relaxed her mouth, she knew what was coming next. Rick let out a stream of expletives fucking her mouth faster. His balls tightened and he felt his sperm rush through him like a broken dam flooding down her precious throat.

She slowed down cleaning him up with her naughty tongue sending shivers throughout his body.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" His voice was still husky with lust.

"Does it matter?" She wiped her mouth, wiping the desire to be touched by him away as well.

Liked it? No, he loved it. He was tingling just thinking about it, "Would you like something to eat?" He watched as disappointment dawned on her - he was using her.

"No." She stood up stiffly waiting for him to get off the bed. What a fucking nightmare.

Honestly, he didn't think his legs worked and part of him wanted to hold her as she fell asleep in his arms, "See you in the morning, Michonne."

"Sure." He wanted to say something more but she stopped him. "Please leave, I'm exhausted."

Rick got up and walked out of the room and Michonne went back to the washroom to wash her mouth.

When Rick finally made it to bed, he couldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw visions of Michonne on her knees. Her pretty lips were wrapped around him and she was looking up at him with those mesmerizing eyes of hers. He knew people stumbled over themselves just to please her, but what he didn't know was that she was a little sorceress weaving spells with her devious master tongue.

Rick was downstairs smiling devilishly to himself. He was about to mess with her morning. Rick couldn't wait to see that knee dropping glower on her beautiful face.

He slowly opened the door. The sun wasn't fully out yet but the dull rays caressing her face made his heart swell a fraction at her beauty. Rick gently pulled the sheet down her body exposing her naked bottom. All his ideas of ruining her day went up in flames, all he wanted to do right now was hear her moan his name.

"Wake up princess." He whispered up in her ear.

"Ugh Grimes leave me the fuck alone!" Michonne blindly pulled a pillow over her head.

He flipped her around and spanked her, causing her to yelp. "I said: you will use name!"

"Fuck, it's too early for this!" She groaned when he massaged her sore bottom. She hated this.

Rick didn't miss the moan escaping her mouth. He straddled her backside and spread her cheeks. Before he knew what he was doing, he ran his fingers over her dewy core. Michonne involuntarily arched her back pushing her ass in the air.

Rick leaned forward inhaling her, tasting her with his mouth. He held onto both her cheeks and swirled his tongue up and down her tight hole brown star and she twitched.

"Shh." He whispered. He loved the wanton moans ripped from her mouth. The taste of her was embedded on his taste buds and her scent was permanently settled on the receptors of his nose. She was ready.

"Be ready in thirty or you'll miss work." His husky voice husky faded as he left her room.

Michonne was irritated. It took her longer than expected to calm down from her anger, giving her only fifteen minutes to get ready without breakfast. She grumbled all the way down the stairs. Rick was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her - his face was impassive not showing any sign of their earlier encounter bothering him.

"Good morning Michonne." His smooth voice made her angrier.

"Morning." She walked past him and out the door to stand beside the car.

The drive was silent other than the AM radio droning on about some topic she probably didn't care about. Her arms were crossed over her breasts while she sulked looking out the window praying for the drive to end soon.

"Rough morning?" He asked with slight laughter in his tone.

She turned to give him the evil eye. Michonne knew he saw the look by the curve of his lips into a sly smile.

"Seems like someone liked having her pretty little ass eaten in the morning." hHe bit his lip to stifle laughter.

"Oh so you think my ass is pretty?" She quickly replied.

More than pretty. Rick cut his eyes at her, but refused to answer. His hands tightened on the wheel wanting to reach out and touch her, feel her again, to keep sucking on her hard bud, and make her orgasm.

He pulled into her unassigned assigned parking spot and she gave him a droll stare before getting out the car to hurry to the elevator and catch it before it closed. Someone tried to hold the elevator but when she got closer she saw it was full. Letting out a defeated thank you, saying she'd grab the next one.

She felt, more than saw him sidle up beside her. Chancing a look to where he stood, he was staring at her with intensity. It made her uncomfortable.

"Look Grimes-" the doors opened and he shoved her in before she finished her sentence.

Tapping the 'close door' button multiple times to ensure they were the only ones on the lift, he pressed his body against hers as it started to ascend, "I told you to use my name." He leaned down to her ear and she rolled her eyes. "You will use my name and maybe I'll let you come."

Blinking up at him in surprise she could feel her pulse quicken. She wanted to press her lips against his so bad she had to swallow hard at the sudden dryness of her mouth. The doors opened and in a stupor she walked to her office.

An hour went by and she was still a mess between her thighs. The way she reacted to Rick's low timbre rocked her off balance. She knew he knew that sexy resonance of his voice opened the floodgates. She just wondered why he never used it on her before. And why now? Rolling her shoulders trying to release the tension tightening her neck and back, Michonne placed a hand on her neck trying to knead out the kink.

Dropping her head back when someone came to massage her shoulders, an involuntary moan slipped out.

"You looked a little wound up, so I thought I'd help you out." Rick whispered seductively in her ear.

She could feel her nipples begin to pebble, "Thank you Rick." She said breathlessly. She would ignore the fact that he entered her office - yet again - without her permission.

Rick walked away being overly affected by her aroused voice. His rod was trying to come alive in his pants and he couldn't have that happening in the office.

"I see you're spending more time with Michonne. You got to be careful with that one." Mike smirked while he sipped his coffee.

"What do you mean?" Rick didn't really want to hear what he had to say but if it had to deal with Michonne, he would listen.

"Michonne is a woman who knows she's fine. And those women are dangerous because they know they can get any man they want. You have to play with them a little bit - you can't show them you're too interested or they'll have you by the balls." Mike gave out the advice like he was the expert.

He rolled his eyes.

"Wow you really have been hanging out with her, you're even rolling your eyes!" He laughed.

"Well I got to get back to my cases, catch you later." Rick didn't want to spend too much time with Mike. He didn't like the way he was talking about her knowing how much she liked him.

Where was she anyway? He hadn't seen her since the morning and it was pissing him off. She seemed to forget who was in charge here.

Rick went in search for her but didn't see her at her office. He checked the break room. Empty. He stealthily peeked in all the conference rooms. She was nowhere to be found. He made his way to the second floor and stopped in his tracks when he saw her sneaking out of the control room.

Feigning a casual tone, "What were you just doing in there?" Rick stared at her waiting for a reply.

"Nothing, Rick." She ground out his name. He had scared the crap out of her.

"I thought I told you to stay away from Mike from accounting?"

"Technically you didn't." She tried to move around him but he didn't budge.

"That's a lot of sass from someone who's getting fucked in a closet by an accountant." It was a low blow but his anger got the best of him. He wanted her to himself.

She faltered a bit, taken aback. "Wow, Rick!" When he didn't answer, she laughed, but there was no humour in her voice. "You sure know how to make a girl feel worthless!" She walked around him leaving him stunned.