The Secretary's Bossman Bargain by Red Garnier

her. “You’ll take what I can give you, all of it, amor.”
    “Yes.”
    She struggled against him, but he tamed her with his mouth, pinning her with his weight, stretching out naked on top of her. He grabbed her hair and held her still, and it felt like silk between his fingers. “I’m going to love doing this with you.”
    She sighed and rubbed against him like a cat. “I’ll pretend to like it.”
    Her voice was husky, full of longing, inviting him to do things to her. He cupped the full globes of her lace-covered breasts, dragging his teeth across that delectable spot of skin, licking the curve between her neck and shoulder. “Oh, you will. I’ll make sure you do.” Her nipple puckered, and he pinched to draw it out even more. “This little nipple pretends very well.”
    She lay back, all skin and hair and woman, drawing him to her warmth. Her arms were around him, her hands on his back, kneading the bunched-up muscles. He shuddered. He could lose himself in those eyes, in that body, in her, and he demanded, “Say ‘Marcos.’ Whisper my name to me.”
    “Marcos.”
    She wasn’t sure from what part of her had come this determination, this courage or this desperate want, she only knew she needed him. He annihilated her mind, her senses. She hadn’t realized what she’d do, how she’d fight to be with this one man until she’d seen Marissa.
    She hadn’t yet finished saying his name, a word that echoed the passion roaring through her, and he was there already, growling “Virginia” and taking her mouth in a fierce kiss. A flock of butterflies exploded in her stomach when their lips met. Her head swam as the flames spread, his tongue thrusting precisely, strongly, fiercely inside, emotion hissing through her, weakening her, overwhelming her.
    Growling, he deepened the kiss as he tugged the bow loose at her hip, and she felt the fabric of her dress unfurl until it opened and hung at her sides. “It’s important your body becomes familiar with my touch. All of it. You want Marissa to believe us, don’t you? If you want others to believe it you have to believe it yourself. Your body has to know to respond when I touch it.”
    A strangled sound echoed in the silence and in the back of her mind Virginia realized it came from her. He cupped one lace-encased breast. Oh, it was so wonderful. So bad. So everything. She’d stop him in a minute…in one more minute…no, she’d not stop him, not tonight, maybe not ever.
    Utterly possessing her lips, he slid his free palm down the flatness of her stomach and below. “It’s important I know your curves…the texture of your skin…”
    She could feel every sinew of his muscles against her. His fingers…sliding downward. Deep, forgotten places inside her clenched in waiting for his touch. Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue out to his. “Marcos.”
    “Here you are. Soaked.”
    His voice grew husky. Desire trembled there. His hand between her legs began to slide under her panties. She arched involuntarily when he feathered a finger across the soft, damp spot at the juncture of her thighs. Every pink, throbbing part of her pinged at his touch. She moaned in her throat and sank back deeper into the bed as he caressed more deliberately.
    She’d never known a touch could feel like fire, spread through her until every inch throbbed and burned. Involuntarily she moved her hips, filling his palm with the dewy softness between her legs.
    “Marcos…” It was a plea, and it carried in it the fright she experienced in what he made her feel.
    “Shh.” His lips grazed her temple. “Open up to me.” His free hand tugged at her bra and bared her left breast to him. Her disbelieving gaze captured the instant the rosy peak of her nipple disappeared between his lips. A thrilling jolt rushed through her as the moist heat of his mouth enveloped her. Her head fell back on a moan.
    Instinctively she reached up to cup the back of his head, cradling him with the same