Bedded by the Boss by Lynda Chance Read Free Book Online Page B

was beautiful.
     
    And he wanted her.
     
    The waiting was over.
     
    His words were short, direct. "Eat your food."
     
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    After dinner, Renee found herself efficiently herded to the car, buckled in and driving down the interstate at a fast clip before she even realized which direction they were driving. Butterflies churned in her stomach.
     
    "Where are we going?" The distress in her voice was haunting.
     
    He reached down between them and entwined her hand with his. He squeezed it slightly and continued to drive.
     
    "R-Robert. I want to go home now, please." Her voice shook.
     
    "All in good time. We're just taking a drive. It's a pretty night. Look at that moon out the window." His voice was smooth, soothing, seductive.
     
    She lapsed into silence and the drive continued. She wanted him to take her home, but she knew that wasn't going to happen unless she threw a screaming, hissy fit. She didn't want to do that. It was too embarrassing to contemplate. And there was another reason she didn't do it. She wanted to be with him so desperately. She didn't really have the will or the desire to fight him any longer. She was fighting herself more than him.
     
    Minutes later, he pulled into a gated, suburban community and lowered his speed to a crawl. He pressed a button on his dash and the garage door of a large, brick house began to go up.
     
    Her nerves shot to hell. "Robert--"
     
    He cut her off. "Nothing's going to happen that you don't want to happen," he said as he glanced at her. "Or is that what you're afraid of? Afraid you want it to happen?" He turned his focus on pulling the car into the garage.
     
    Renee didn't answer. The engine was cut and she waited for him to open her door. He ushered her into his home through the backdoor and Renee found herself in a large, spotless kitchen. It was decorated in the Tuscan style, with lots of black wrought iron and stone in the floors and backsplash. Bright, earthy colors in dark blues and greens dominated the color scheme. It was beautiful, and any woman who liked to cook would love the room. She was no exception, but didn't have time to appreciate it as his hand landed on the small of her back and guided her through to the living room. He turned on a dimmer switch, creating soft, subdued lighting. His hand dropped from her back to entangle her fingers as he faced her and started walking backwards, pulling her over to the couch while his eyes held hers.
     
    She felt it all the way to her toes. She had no strength to try to stop him, and made the unconscious decision to follow his lead.
     
    "Do you know how many days, Renee?" His voice was low and raspy as he sat on the couch and pulled her down beside him.
     
    "H-how many days, wh-what?" She tried to control the trembling, but was totally conscious of the fact that she had never wanted another man in her whole life as much as she wanted this one.
     
    "How many days I've wanted you. How many days you've driven me crazy." His hands tangled through her hair and lifted her face to his. "It's been fifty-three goddamn days. I give up, sweetheart. I surrender." His mouth came down on hers, his lips firm and caressing.
     
    A delicious feeling of irresistible craving consumed her, and she forcibly shut her mind down on anything that would take that feeling away. This was all she would think about right now. She very well knew it had been fifty-three days since they had met, and the realization that he knew it too, for whatever reason, only compounded the emotions sliding through her. She had been on a precipice all that time, and she was going to let go. He wanted control; she wanted him to take it.
     
    Her mouth opened more fully under his. He lifted her chin and drank from her, took deep kisses that tormented them both. His manner of kissing was intoxicating, leaving her on a knife's edge. He would take soft kisses, gentle whispers of flesh touching, then would plunge his tongue in and devour her like he needed