Bedded by the Boss (Louisiana Liaisons 3)

going in for the kill.

His eyes narrowed and he reached out and grasped her ankles in his hands. Bending her knees and pushing her legs up, he came between her thighs on his knees. She couldn't get away from him in that position. He had had enough of her getting away. Now he just felt a driving need to take. To dominate.

He looked up from the slick, hair-free mound between her thighs. A dark jealousy consumed him. A territorial feeling that he couldn't control. "Who the fuck did you shave for?" His body lowered to hers and he took a handful of her soft blonde hair. "If you have any sense you'll tell me it was for me." His words were harsh, guttural.

She panted, her eyes wide on him. His body was large, intimidating, even with his clothes on. She took his advice since it was the truth. "Y-you. For you."

His hand reached down between them. He trailed it from her throat, down between her breasts, to the vee between her legs. He pushed a rough, blunt finger into her wet softness. "Good answer, baby." His words were clipped. "Because this is mine." He swirled his finger inside her, and lowered his mouth to her breast. His lips clamped onto a pink nipple, already hardened with passion.

The twin assault of his mouth and hand brought her to a state of pure, driven need in seconds. She bucked against his finger and brought her hand to the back of his head and gripped him to her breast, her senses completely inundated. She shimmered in his arms, already close to orgasm.

Robert felt her internal muscles clenching his finger, and he couldn't wait any longer. He was driven by feelings he couldn't explain. Didn't want to think about. He raised himself off her, and started ripping at his clothes.

Within seconds, he was naked and reaching into his drawer for protection. He ripped the package and slid it on and came back between her legs. He fastened her wrists in a large hand and pulled them up over her head, imprisoning her.

He started entering her immediately. "I wanted to go slow." He said it like it was her fault that he couldn't slow down.

He took a short, stabbing thrust and pushed the words from his lips as he rocked against her. "I. Wanted. To. Be. Gentle." His breath hissed out as he impaled her completely.

Renee reeled under the invasion and constraint of his hands on her. She let out a small whimper as he pulled his hips back and pushed into her brutally, once, twice, and then three times.

Her body stiffened beneath the lash of his and her voice was ragged in his ear as she said, "Then be gentle. Ev--everything's okay."

Her soft breath and words washed over him. They soothed the ferocity in his blood and his impatience cooled from being inside her. Having her under him. He felt a measure of peace and took a few calming breaths as he let the scent of her, the feel of her wash through him. His strokes slowed, and he reached between them and lazily began playing with her clit.

Renee felt a roaring in her ears as desire pierced her once again. His shaft was thick and hard inside of her, stretching her with every stroke as he slid out and then came back inside. His hand on her clit tantalized her, and the fantastic knowledge that she was making love with Robert invaded her senses. It was too much to withstand, and her body began clenching against him as she reached a peak.

Robert felt it the moment the orgasm took hold of her. It electrified him and goaded him into hammering harder at her. Harder, faster, until a wave of intensity overcame him and pulled his mind away from his body as he pushed against her and the dam burst and he exploded in ecstasy.

The moment immediately afterward was filled with ragged breathing, his and hers. When he could tear his mind away from the euphoria of his achievement, he grabbed her skull with both hands and sank his fingers all the way to her scalp. His eyes narrowed on hers as he felt his flesh begin to rise again.

Renee's eyes opened to Robert's penetrating stare and the unbelievable knowledge that he didn't need any lead time before he could get it up again. She began pulling away from him, moving back from his possession.

His hands tightened momentarily, and then he gently began to withdraw from her. He turned toward the bathroom and the moment he was gone, Renee swung her feet to the floor and began looking for her clothes. She spied her bra in the darkened room, but above all else, she felt an immediate need for her panties. Finding them, she quickly pulled them over her hips and was beginning to pick up her bra when she heard his voice like a whip.

"You're not going to need that."

She swung to face him, her hands over her breasts.

The realization of what had just happened was appalling. She had actually had sex with her boss. Within her ninety-day probation period. And he had completely steamrolled her into it. He had gotten his way so far tonight. But no more. She sucked in a breath, and every curve in her body spoke her denial. Just because she had been easy once, didn't mean she would be easy again.

She didn't bother to argue with him, just bent and picked up the rest of her clothes.

Robert leaned against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest and watched her. The look on her face spoke defiance and rejection, and he swiftly made the strategic decision to back off. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he would be the ultimate winner in this game between them, but to get to that point, he needed to let her think she had a chance. She didn't.

"I'm guessing this means you won't be spending the night with me?" he asked.

Renee looked up from the button she was fastening on her pants. "I want to go home." Her voice was firm but had just enough question in it to mollify him.

He swiped his jeans off the floor and began to dress. "I'll take you."

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Saturday night, Renee had been home from the grocery store for about an hour when her doorbell pealed. She froze as nervous tension hit her frame. It had to be him. She had that feeling that couldn't be suppressed.

She went to the door and looked out the peephole. Shock momentarily overrode her disappointment.

James Cameron was standing on her doorstep. She opened the door wide enough to speak to him, but not wide enough to be inviting. "Hello."