The Secretary's Bossman Bargain

A fullness took her, bringing the discomfort of being stretched more than she could bear, and then he was moving inside her and the unease transformed to pleasure. Waves and waves of pleasure.

And in that instant she loved what he did to her, how he brought her every cell and atom to life, how he offered her ease. Ease for this wanting.

She’d longed for that ease more than anything.

As he moved in her, touched and kissed her, she gave encouraging sounds that seemed to tear out from within her—and he continued. Taking. Giving. Expertly loving her.

Braced up above her, his arms rippled with tension, his throat strained, his face was raw with the semblance of pleasure. All were memorized in her mind.

Vaguely, in her blanked, blissful state, she knew sex would never again be like this. Would a man ever live up to this one?

A sound that was purely male vibrated against her ear as he placed his mouth there to whisper, “Come for me.”

Moving deftly, he pushed her higher and higher, murmuring carnal, unintelligible words in Spanish that melted her bones like the silk and steel thrusts of his body. Mia. Suave. Hermosa. Mia. Mia. Mia.

All Virginia could say was “Marcos.” In a plea, a murmur, a moan. Marcos. Over and over again. Marcos as he increased his pace, driving faster, more desperately into her. Vaguely she felt the warmth of him spill inside her, the convulsions that racked his powerful body as ecstasy tore through them both, the pleasure consuming, making him yell, making her scream, scream “Marcos.”

“Marcos” as he kissed her breasts, her lips, her neck. “Marcos” as the pressure spread. “Marcos” as she shattered.

Seven

Darkness: it was hard to leave it. But a strong, familiar scent wafted into her nostrils. Tempting. Tantalizing. Beckoning her awake. Coffee. Yes. Strong and rich and ready. Virginia stirred on the bed. She stretched her arms first, then her legs, sighing when it hurt pleasantly to do both.

“…in an hour…yes…we’ll be there…”

Virginia bolted upright on the bed when she recognized that particularly deep baritone voice. Her head swam. Lips tugging at her nipples, fingers pinching, touching, pleasuring…whispers… A throb started between her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut and swung her feet until her toes touched the carpeted floor. Calm down. She would not, could not, panic.

Sunlight glowed in the living room, making her squint as she entered. He stood by the window in his shirt and slacks. His raven-black hair looked damp from a recent bath. He held one arm stretched above his head, his tan hand braced on the windowsill. His was a solid presence in the room. Sturdy as an ox, that was the way he looked. That was the way he was.

“Good morning,” she muttered.

He turned, smiled.

She set her coffee on a small round table beside the desk and lowered herself to a chair, Marcos coming forward and kissing her forehead.

“Did you order the entire kitchen contents up here?” she whispered.

He stroked her cheek. “I wanted to be sure I ordered what you liked.”

A blush was spreading up her neck because she remembered cuddling against him after she’d gone on and on saying please. God, no.

His eyes were full of knowledge, of satisfaction of having loved his lover well and hard for a night. Her skin pebbled with goose bumps as she realized he was remembering everything they’d done through the night: the kissing, the laughing, the kissing, the eating cheese and grapes on the carpet, the kissing.

They had made love until Virginia thought she’d pass out from bliss.

And hours before waking up, when she had cuddled in and draped one leg across his hips, he had made slow, lazy love to her again, and whispered words to her in Spanish she could only dream of finding the meaning of.

He lifted her chin, studying her. “Did I hurt you last night?”

With a small smile, she tugged on the collar of her pajama top and showed him his bite. His forehead furrowed.

“That has to be painful.”

“Only in the most pleasurable way.”

Settling down, she took a healthy sip of coffee, then set the cup back down. “What?” she pressed.

He was looking at her strangely.