“Your... Your work..." Raegan managed to say.

When she tried to stand, Mitchel smoothly changed their positions, pulling her onto his lap.

Taken by surprise, Raegan wrapped her arms around his neck, shifting uncomfortably.

He gently lifted her legs with a caution. "Stay still."

Tears threatened to spill from Raegan's eyes. She didn't want to move, yet the heat was unbearable!

Suddenly, the call switched to speakerphone, silencing Raegan immediately. "Hello, Mr. Dixon, Mr. Frazier is here."

Mitchel glanced at Raegan, his expression unreadable. "Okay, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be there."

Just as the call seemed to end, a familiar voice chimed in, “What are you doing, Mitchel?" It was Devonte who had grabbed the phone.

Mitchel didn't respond.

Devonte chuckled. "You're not making out during the day, are you?"

Raegan, feeling like she'd been caught, tried to pull away, but Mitchel kept her close. Gripping her waist, he drew her in closer, eliminating any space between them.

"Mm..." Raegan muffled a moan into Mitchel's chest, unable to hold it back.

"What was that noise?" Devonte realized what was happening immediately.

Raegan, panicked, closed her mouth tight, which only allowed Mitchel to take further advantage.

As Mitchel gently lifted her skirt, he simply said, "Nothing."

Devonte, always one to joke around, asked, “Did I just hear a cat? Are you sneaking off to play with cats in the middle of the day?"

Raegan's cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Her clothes were in disarray, her lips slightly open, and she felt frozen in place, especially with Mitchel's hand playfully moving.

Mitchel, looking at Raegan's flushed face with admiration, asked provocatively “Any objections?"

"Not at all. I'm not in a hurry." Devonte casually suggested, “How about I give you an hour?"

“Sounds good," Mitchel responded, his tone even.