Rick POV

That fucking dingbat Lori interrupting Michonne and me pisses me off. I could've gone so much farther if she didn't metaphorically throw a glass of ice water on Michonne. God she was getting so hot for me, I know she was soaking wet. I wouldn't have fucked her in the conference room – with my dick at least. My hands are fair-game no matter where I have her.

Now I'm sure I have I start over again. I'll give her a few days to cool off. I've taken her pretty far today. But Goddamn if I have to go a couple of days without being able to touch her… I just don't know if I can handle that.

I make it to the following Monday before I can't handle not touching Michonne McQueen. What the fuck is that all about? When did the little sexy tease begin building forts and holding my brain hostage? All I know is my damn dick has been aching to touch her, feel her warmth and tightness, even though it will probably take another week or so before I get to fuck her, claim her as my own. On one hand, I love that she's saved herself so for so long after her first lover. On the other, I feel bad that she's been missing out.

I see her walking past my office and I can't help myself, I take action and run to catch up with her. "It's been a while, Miss McQueen."

"Not long enough Mr. Grimes," she replies without looking at me.

Really Michonne...

I've told her in no uncertain terms that she is mine, that I will have her in any and every way possible, she's something else indeed…

"Now, now Miss McQueen, is that any way to speak to me? You know you've been dying to see me, touch me," I whisper the last part in her ear when she stops in front of a copier sending a shiver down her spine.

"Mr. Grimes, please leave me alone," she asks but when her sultry eyes meet mine, I can see she's feeling every bit of desire that I am. Goddamn, that look makes me so hard.

"Michonne," I say, my voice still low. "I've wanted you to leave me alone since I first laid eyes on you, it just isn't happening. Come to my office when you're done here." I quickly kiss her neck and leave her alone in the copy room.

I don't actually expect her to come to my office so when I hear my door close and lock, I'm honestly stunned. When I look up, I see Michonne leaning against the door looking completely unsure of herself, biting her bottom lip and staring at the floor.

"Welcome, Miss McQueen," I smile. "Come… have a seat," I scoot back and pat my lap, chuckling at the look of horror on her face.

"No, I'll stand, thank you," she still has her eyes trained on the floor. "You wanted to see me?"

"Stop it," I say and she looks up confused. "Stop acting like this, you know why I want to see you, it's the same damn reason you're here now. You can't keep me out of your thoughts…So just… stop." I growl the last part and she has a look of guilt on her face.

"Mr. Grimes, I have no idea what you're talking about," shit; she won't fucking drop the act.

"Come here, Miss McQueen-"

"I don't even know why I'm here," she cuts me off.

"Yes, you do. Come over here," this time she steps forward, surprising me again when she comes to stand next to me. I'm still in my chair and she rests on my desk. "Look at me."

She does.

I reach out and wrap my hand around her hip, pulling her to stand directly in front of me, she moves easily her legs parted slightly. She's wearing a wrap dress; I can just untie it and have my Michonne on display for me.

I won't...

I do place my hands on her outer thighs and begin to rub up and down under her dress. Her skin is so fucking soft and the way her body is trembling is a huge turn on. I know she's not scared, but just as turned on as I am. I slide my hands farther up her legs, leaning in a little closer to her, and around to her lace covered ass. God, she has a perfect fucking ass. I bring my face to her stomach, breathing in her delicious scent. Looking up at her face, I place a series of lingering kisses on her stomach over the fabric of her dress while I continue to caress her ass.

"What do you want from me, Rick?" Oh god, her sexy voice whispering my name has got to be the biggest fucking turn on ever.

"This," I give her perfect ass a little squeeze, tugging a small moan from her lips. "This," I move my hands around to the front of her hips, while I use my thumbs to stroke the edges of her panties so close to her pussy. I can only imagine how tight she is.

I stand up; leaving one hand under her skirt, resting the other up to her chest. "These," I say, rubbing my thumb over her nipple. I use the tips of my fingers to trace circles over the exposed cleavage, up to her neck where I gently wrap my hand around her neck, just under her chin so she's unable to look away from me. "There are so many things I want from you. I want to watch your body thrash and sweat beneath me, on top of me. I want these," I rub my thumb over her plump bottom lip before returning it to her neck, "all over my body, wrapped around my cock.

"I want to teach you things, how to please me and I will show you pleasure you can't imagine." I pause to kiss her trembling lips. The hand I have under her dress is progressively playing with the edge of her panties, rubbing over the side of her pussy lightly. She's so fucking wet, she's driving me insane. I want her so fucking bad right now. "I want you, Miss McQueen. Does that answer your question?" I asked against her lips.

I don't allow her to answer me; I slip my tongue between her lips and seek hers out, licking and stroking the inside of her mouth, tasting her again.

Slowly I move my hand so I'm cupping her mound over her panties. I start to rub up and down the lace.

"Let me touch you...?"

I don't wait for a response, I tilt her head up and attach my mouth to her neck, licking and sucking her sweet skin. I push her panties aside and stroke her soaking wet pussy. I take her opening her legs wider as permission to continue and I rub her clit with the tip of my index finger.

"Fuck, I can't wait to get inside of you," I groan against her neck. Her breathing is getting heavier and more erratic. "Are you about to cum, Miss McQueen? Does my hand feel good touching you?" I take her biting her bottom lip and squeezing her eyes closed as a yes.

"Look at me," I command, I need to see the lust in her beautiful eyes as she cums all over my fingers. Her eyes flutter open and they lock onto mine. I cover her lips and revel in the feel of her short breaths rushing into my mouth as my breathing is irregular as well.

Getting a woman off this way has never, ever turned me on this much. As a matter of fact, I've never done this before… Only Michonne…

It's taking all of my willpower not to turn her around, bend her over my desk and slam my cock into her.

She softly whimpers as her body stiffens and I can feel the fresh wave of wetness gushing out of her as she cums. I use the tips of three fingers to rub over her entrance, still not actually penetrating her, drawing her orgasm out longer.

As she's coming down, I move my hand from her throat to the back of her head, holding her face to mine while I kiss her again.

"That is what I want from you, over and over again, Miss McQueen."

She whimpers and sighs one last time before resting her head on my shoulder and mumbling into my neck. "I don't even know why I let you do this to me just now Rick…Mr. Grimes..."

"This is something neither of us can control."

Michonne POV

When I was done making my copies for Eugene and Denise I walk straight to him, like a fucking moth to a flame.

Do I tell him he's completely right?

Hell no, but I'm at a loss right now. I can't move or talk. I want more, only from him. Letting him touch me like this, in the office no less, is going too far. I should never have come here.

He starts sucking on my earlobe. "I hate what you're doing to me, I hate that I fucking need you so fucking bad," he whimpers ─ yes whimpers ─ directly into my ear. I do an internal happy dance knowing I have him where I want him, the dance stops when I remember the position, I'm in.

I'm losing this little power play, but it's a sweet, sweet loss if the feel of his fingers all over me, is the consequence.

"You are not fucking me, not now, not ever," I say, my mind is telling me it will never happen; my body is singing a whole different tune. I'm a live wire, my whole body trembling and shaking uncontrollably.

"So, you'll let me touch you," he licks my cheek, "get you off, but nothing more? Is that what you're telling me?"

I nod, even though my arms are wrapped around his ribs, my nipples are rubbing against his crisp white button-down shirt, and his hard-on is rocking against my pussy… Shit, I start fixing my dress, trying to gain some composure.

"Damn girl, what are you doing to me?" he chuckles and wraps his arms around me, pressing my arms into my sides. "You do understand you've basically issued me a challenge, right? I don't lose, Michonne McQueen. I will fuck you senseless very soon."

I pull my head back to look into his stunning eyes. I hate to admit it, even to myself, but I want him so bad I ache for him, all the time.

"I need to go." I'm fixing my dress and smoothing down my hair when his arms snake around my waist pulling me back against his chest.

"You know I'm right, give yourself to me…" the hand that was holding my throat moments ago is now stroking my hair back, his lips brushing against my face with each word, blue eyes blazing with desire. He truly is beautiful.

I hate to admit he's probably right, but I don't plan on making it easy for him.