Her Boss's One-Night Baby - Page 28

“I...” She caught her breath, her heart pounding. It was true. She belonged to him. She had from the day they’d met, when he’d given her that carelessly charming smile and said, So I hear you’re the best secretary in the world and I’m a fool if I don’t hire you immediately. But if she told him she belonged to him, if she said the words aloud, she was afraid she would be lost—lost forever. What next?

Would she agree to marry him?

Raise their child together?

Fall in love with him?

No. That would be a disaster. As crazy as her own parents’ marriage had been, at least they’d both loved each other. Hana couldn’t imagine the lonely desperation of being trapped in a marriage with a man she loved, who didn’t love her back.

And how long would she be able to keep her heart cold, if she married Antonio, and every day, she watched him be a loving father to their child, and every night, he made love to Hana with fiery passion in their bed? How long?

“Say it,” he commanded.

Wordlessly, she shook her head.

Antonio gave a sensual smile. Lowering his head to hers, he whispered, “You will...”

His kiss was gentle, deepening until it was so passionate, it was almost overwhelming. She gasped as explosive pleasure ricocheted from her scalp to the hollows of her feet.

Reaching up, she held him tightly. But she couldn’t give in to the temptation of being his wife. Perhaps once he possessed her again, he’d lose interest. Soon, perhaps tomorrow, he would remember that he was a workaholic playboy who had no interest in marriage or children. He’d leave her and the baby in peace.

But until then...

She couldn’t stop. She couldn’t let go. No one else had ever made her feel like this, so alive.

“Querida,” he whispered against her lips. And she realized he was trembling. Was it possible that he felt the same overwhelming desire beyond reason that she did? No, surely not with all his experience. And yet...

“Kiss me,” she breathed. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to think.

He held her tight, plundering her mouth with his own, the tip of his tongue teasing and luring her until she no longer knew where he ended and she began. She felt him pull the straps of her nightgown from her shoulders, and it slipped down her body in a soft blur of silk, leaving her naked in front of him in the darkened bedroom.

He slowly looked her over, from her pregnancy-swollen breasts to the soft curve of her belly and hips. His hot gaze lifted, as he unbuttoned his black trousers and pulled off the rest of his clothes, until he stood proudly naked in front of her, his shaft huge and hard.

Falling back on the enormous bed, he pulled her against him, kissing her. Rolling her beneath him, he kissed slowly down her body, cupping her breasts, suckling her until she gasped with pleasure, her back curving up from the bed. She felt the roughness of his tongue swirling against the tight, aching flesh of her nipple, and panted for breath, nearly exploding.

“No, my sweet,” he murmured. “Not yet.”

He moved down her body, gentle over her belly, before

he gripped her hips. He lowered his head and she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling dizzy.

He teased her, kissing along the edge of her hip as his hands spread her thighs wide. She felt the warmth of his breath, causing prickles of need to rush up and down her body. Lowering his head, he took a long deep taste.

She gasped, shaking. The pleasure was almost too great, and she tried to twist her hips away. But he was relentless. The tip of his tongue moved delicately against her, twisting and swirling around her. He held her down, tempting her to accept the pleasure, working her with his tongue as he pressed a thick finger inside her, then another, pushing deeper, wider, until she exploded.

As she cried out, he moved, lifting his body to position his hips between her legs. Even as she was still shaking with explosions of pleasure, he took a deep breath, then pushed himself inside her, thrusting his full length so deep, deep, deep inside her, until the blazing fire consumed her, and she cried out his name.

* * *

Antonio held his breath. He was so deep inside her. He wanted to make this last. He was good at this; he always had been. He’d always had stamina. He could make sex last as long as he wanted. All he had to do was remove his mind from his body. All he had to do was not care.

He would make Hana agree to marry him. He would possess her forever. He just had to stay in control. He had to make her lose her mind. Make her surrender.

But as he felt Hana tighten around him, something felt different. He felt different. Shocked, he tried to pull his mind away, his heart, and not care.

But for the first time in his life, it didn’t work.

He felt everything, every exquisite sensation. The brush of her soft body beneath his. The satin of her skin. The vision of her long dark hair spread across the pillow, the way her full plump breasts swayed against his arms straining to hold himself up from her.

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