Love Unbreakable

Chapter 468 "Mitchel..." Raegan tried to speak, but Mitchel's kiss silenced her.

"Hmm..." A quiet gasp slipped out as she grabbed onto his shirt.

Feeling her quick breaths, Mitchel tightened his hold on her. He gently pried her lips apart for a deep, commanding kiss, exploring with his tongue in bold swirls.

Blinded by his tie, Raegan felt like she was losing her breath to him. The fading of her other senses made the kiss feel even more thrilling.

Mitchel held her closely, kissing her with a passion that filled the quiet, well-lit office.

Raegan, still in her work clothes, a white blouse and pencil skirt, found herself in disarray. Her blouse was undone, revealing more than intended, and her skirt had ridden up.

Mitchel, ignited by the sight of her in such a state, yearned for more. His hand moved behind her, and then there was a faint snap.

The sound of a strap being released.

Raegan's eyes went wide in shock. He had gone further than she expected...

With his tie on, all Raegan could feel was the hot trail of his fingers, making her cheeks burn. She tried to push him away, mumbling, "Mitchel... We're at your company. We can't... This desk is for work..." Her words were all over the place. And this was the desk Mitchel used every day! If they made out here, how could she ever look at it the same way again? Mitchel gently bit her lip, his voice low and rough. "Don't you think it's nice to make some good memories with this desk? It makes me happy just to see it." Mitchel loved the excitement of being so close to Raegan in his office.

Raegan was freaking out. This was too much! "Beep! Beep! Beep!" The sudden sound of the internal phone ringing made Raegan jump, and she tensed up all over.

Mitchel noticed her stiffen, his kiss becoming gentler, his breath turning deeper and more enticing. "Why are you so nervous?" "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 | 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 | give you an hour?" "Sounds good," Mitchel responded, his tone even.

Devonte commented on how composed Mitchel was.

Seeing Raegan nearly breathless, Mitchel quickly hung up the phone. He then whispered to her, encouraging softly, "Baby, it's okay to enjoy it." Raegan's neck was lightly covered in sweat as she tried to restrain herself. She wrapped her arms around him, her voice shaking, "Mitchel..." "Let's head inside." Mitchel, noticing the desk was too

hard, carefully moved Raegan to the comfier bed in the rest area.

By then, Raegan had lost almost all her clothes. Mitchel had removed her clothing when he was on the phone.

Now, she looked incredibly tempting, impossible to resist.

Mitchel, looking at Raegan intensely, leaned in and whispered, "Relax, honey... It's okay to bite me, not yourself." Raegan was left without words.

Following their close moment, both were out of breath, Raegan even more so, completely worn out.

Mitchel helped her up to clean up, washing her gently.

Overwhelmed, Raegan weakly protested, "No, please... | can't handle more." Mitchel soothed her, "Be a good girl. Cleaning up saves you from taking any medication." Raegan fell silent again, the meaning behind his words unmistakable.

Even bathing Raegan felt charged with an undeniable

allure for Mitchel. Her bashfulness was deeply attractive.

Mitchel, filled with longing, pulled her into another deep kiss.

Their connection was so strong they found it hard to let go.

But suddenly, Raegan pushed Mitchel away, caught in a moment of clarity, reminding him of his duty. "Mr. Frazier is waiting. You've got to go now!" Having kept Devonte waiting for who knew how long was embarrassing enough. With Devonte's knowing tone in the phone, Raegan was overwhelmed by embarrassment.

Everyone at the Dixon Group knew about Mitchel's girlfriend's visit from the incident moments ago, and now Mitchel chose to have Devonte waiting. It was clear to everyone what they were up to. Raegan worried about how she was going to face anyone now.

"Okay, let's go out first." Mitchel wrapped Raegan in a towel, carried her to the bed, and dried her off, but he didn't let her go right away.

Raegan felt another intimate moment coming on, her mind flashing back to their recent closeness. He seemed to drag the moment out under the pretense of drying her off, making her cheeks turn red.

"You need to go now," she urged, blushing.

Mitchel looked at her, his eyes twinkling with a hint of playfulness. "There's no hurry right now." Mitchel dressed Raegan in the clothes Matteo had bought, carefully putting each piece on, and gently dried her hair with a fresh towel. He was gentle and thorough.

Raegan felt a sweet warmth from his care, aside from those intimate moments when he overpowered her pleas and teased her without mercy. At all other times, Mitchel was incredibly thoughtful, kind, and protective.

Holding her closely, Mitchel seemed to find it hard to let go, his lips lightly touching her cheek as he asked in a deep voice, "Will you wait for me tonight?"