The Fighter's Secretary by Ann Mayburn Read Free Book Online Page A

nails into his back, urging him on with her mouth until her lips were practically bruised from how hard they were kissing.
    “For fucks sake,” came Austin’s voice. “Can you two keep your hands off each other for five minutes? Dinner’s ready.”
    They broke apart and Amanda stared up at Dallas, both of them panting. Her pussy ached to be filled by the big dick pressing into her and she bit her lower lip when he squeezed her ass. “Tonight, Amanda, tonight I’ll give you everything you ever wanted in a man, because, mi querida , you’re everything I ever wanted in a woman. Now come on, the food is ready and I don’t want my mom to come out here looking for us.”
    Dazed with passion and feeling like she was floating on a cloud of lust, Amanda allowed Dallas to lead her back inside and wondered how the hell her heart was going to survive when the night was over and she had to quit her job and never see Dallas again.
    Mrs. Ortega gave Amanda a final hug before she left for the night. “It was so good to see you, Amanda. I’m so happy Dallas finally has a good woman in his life.”
    Flushing, Amanda hugged his mother back and felt a slight pang of guilt for lying to the older woman. “Well, someone has to keep him in line.”
    “Mom,” Dallas said in an exasperated voice and tugged his mother away from Amanda. “You’re making her uncomfortable.”
    It took everything Amanda had not to glare at Dallas, to tell him that if anyone was making her uncomfortable it was him. All evening he’d been playing the part of the perfect, attentive, caring boyfriend. But no matter how real it felt, it was all an act. She just hated that he was using her for not only sex, but to get his mother off his back.
    She gave a small wave as Mrs. Ortega was finally escorted out of the house by Austin. He seemed to know something wasn’t quite right between them and he’d been giving her searching looks all evening. As he left he nodded his head in her direction, suspicion darkening his eyes.
    Dallas closed the door and leaned back against it with a sigh. “Thanks for being so nice to my mother.”
    Shaking her head, she crossed her arms and glared at him. “It’s easy to be nice to your mother. She’s a kind, caring, honest person who doesn’t deserve a son who lies to her. I mean really, Dallas, was all of that bullshit necessary? You have me for the night, but it’s not fair to drag your family into our mess. On Monday I’m gone, end of story. This, us, it’s nothing.”
    His gaze locked on hers and fire snapped in his eyes. When he spoke his voice came out low and tense. “We are not nothing. We are everything.”
    Her lower lip trembled at the way he said that, like he meant it. “See, yet more bullshit. I’ve watched you wind dozens of women around your finger with manipulation and charm. I won’t be used like that. You may have my body, but you can’t blackmail your way into my heart.”
    Instead of yelling at her or reacting with anger he crossed the room and held her in his arms, ignoring her weak struggle to get away. While she’d like to blame the few glasses of sangria she’d had with dinner, in truth, being held by Dallas was heaven. No matter how pissed her mind was, her body was one hundred percent on board with getting naked ASAP. It didn’t help that he smelled so good, felt so good, and when he touched her like this it felt like he cared.
    “I meant what I said, Amanda. I want you for more than this weekend.”
    “Yeah, right,” she muttered against his chest.
    He sighed and reached for her hair, slowly pulling it out of her bun with a gentle touch. “I love your hair. It is so long and silky. You have no idea how many times I’ve watched you, wondering what it would feel like to have all this glorious hair against my body while we make love.”
    She tried to steel herself against the way his words made her heart flutter. “Is this how you get women in bed? Flatter them, tell them what you think