BTW: I Love You (Mills & Boon M&B) (One Hot Fling - Book 1) by Heidi Rice Page B

thrust. She panted, ecstasy recedingto be replaced by a fullness, a stretched feeling more than she could bear. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, to tell him it was too much.
    But the protest died in her throat as his knowing fingers caressed her again. He touched, stroked, teased, holding still inside her, until the shocking pleasure made her buck, lodging him to the hilt.
    She sobbed as he began to move. The short careful thrusts, getting longer, harder, more demanding as the sure, relentless swell of pleasure built. She cried out as the waves of ecstasy rushed up and rolled over her, then receded, only to build again without pause, without reason. He grasped her hips, establishing a relentless rhythm.
    She soared upwards, the wave swelling and crashing like a tsunami now, tumbling her over and thundering down to hurl her into oblivion in one mindless rush of pure rapture.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    ‘I THINK I like immersion therapy.’ Maddy grinned as the hair of Rye’s chest tickled her cheek, his answering chuckle rumbling against her ear. They lay together on Phil’s sofa, gloriously naked, Rye’s long legs tangling with hers. She’d never felt more wanton or more wonderful in her life.
    Who knew sex could be that spectacular?
    His arm tightened across her shoulders as he peered down into her face. ‘So I take it there were no ill effects this time?’
    ‘Not one,’ she replied enthusiastically. She stretched, the slight discomfort between her thighs nothing compared to the triumphant afterglow. The flush of contentment washed over her as she recalled how he’d eased into her so carefully and brought her to a stunning …
    She bolted upright. ‘Oh, my God.’
    She stared in amazement at their surroundings. Phil’s desk, piled high with papers, the shelves full of bulging file folders, the dying pot plant, even the deluxe sofa that they were now lounging on together, completely nude.
    ‘Is something wrong?’ Rye asked calmly.
    ‘We just did it in Phil’s office!’
    He sent her an amused frown. ‘I realise that.’
    ‘And you’re my boss …’ She hesitated, briefly distracted by the glorious memory of him buried deep inside her.
    He slung one arm behind his head, skimmed his palm down her back to rest on her buttock. ‘Very observant,’ he said, amusement lightening his voice.
    ‘Rye, don’t you see the significance? I’m cured.’
    ‘Cured of what?’
    She placed her hand on her stomach. ‘I don’t feel nauseous, or even weird about it. I feel wonderful.’
    ‘Good,’ he said, caressing her bottom. ‘But what is it you don’t feel weird about?’
    ‘What I saw my father doing to his secretary. It doesn’t matter any more. I don’t care.’ She settled back down, loving the feel of his chest hair abraiding sensitive nipples, and kissed him on the jaw. ‘Rye, you cured me.’ She beamed at him, delighting in the feeling of recklessness, of freedom.
    He laughed, stroking her rump. ‘Glad to be of service.’
    Maddy laughed at his smug tone. Then shivered.
    Rye took her shoulders and lifted her off him. ‘Come on.’ He sat up and scooped her T-shirt off the floor. ‘As much as I enjoy ogling your naked body,’ he said, his eyes slipping suggestively to her breasts as he handed her the T-shirt, ‘it’s getting chilly in here.’
    She whipped the garment over her head, pushing the sudden feeling of disappointment to one side.
    This was finally it, then. Her wanton fling was well and truly over. They’d done the wild thing until they’d got it right. But, now they had, there wasn’t anything else to explore.
    They got dressed in companionable silence but, as Maddy glimpsed Rye’s tight, muscular butt disappearing behind cotton boxers, she couldn’t help letting out a sigh.
    Why did Mr Wrong have to be such a stud muffin?
    It was very obvious from Rye’s expertise with women, his unassailable self-confidence in bed and the dominatingarrogance that had allowed him to march into the