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above her, dipping down for a heated kiss as she lifted her hips up, wrapping her legs around him. She was so soft and tantalizing, a gift that kept on giving, and as she shifted just enough and used her hand to guide him in, he said the only words he could think.
“I love you.”
The moment of pushing into her was like looking up to see a shooting star, as if the heavens made it just for you and you alone . That wa s how Mike felt as her wet warmth encased him, his head bent down next to her neck as her little gasps and moans fueled him. All he wanted to do was to take, to be free and uninhibited, and something primal pounded through him as a low heat singed his skin, sweat forming on their chests as he thrust into Laura, her body moving up to meet his, her hips tipping in concert.
He pinned her to the bed with each deep thrust, imagining he was burrowing into her soul to combine his and hers, to create a new love that would pulse through them both. Watching her was like seeing the world for the first time, her face glowing and eyes unfocused, brow furrowed with concentration and the epic sense that his body, his will, his touch was driving her to a place no one ever took her before.
And then she clenched deep inside, encasing him, the power of her sex muscles so strong he cried out her name, the deep gro o ves milking him like a determined hand, the wetness and the warmth and her power mak ing his release so close.
“Oh, Mike, oh,” she shouted, her voice low and smoky, like a woman who knew herself and how to make him hers. He took one rosy nipple in his mouth and nipped, the bite stronger than intended, and she came with a force that made him smile through her orgasm, matching her rhythm, never letting go of her pebbled flesh.
One of the final spasms inside her tip p ed him over, too, and he finished with deep, almost-frantic thrusts that burst through with a growl, like an animal making his mark on his mate, the feel of his hot seed pouring into her so ungentlemanly that he wondered at the power he possessed, ever at his access, her arms around him and scratching at his back as she tightened around him and came again, this time with God’s name pouring out of those lus c ious, beautiful lips.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, her breasts sliding against his chest, the feel of her goodness pinned under him like a prize.
He balanced himself on his elbows and looked tenderly at her, the animal instinct all gone, replaced by a slyness.
“What was that?” she whispered, breathless.
“That,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose, “was me .”
* * *
Maybe it was time to hand off the reins to someone else , Mike thought, as Shelly calmly explained that their liability insurance would increase twenty-three percent when they renewed the policy, and that the lodge restaurant really needed to add a gluten-free menu, because their competitor across the mountain had just added one, and customers were asking.
Laura’s scent filled his brain, taking over.
“Earth to Mike? We need some decisions,” Shelly chided. Young and bold, his assistant had this way of being that demanded obedience, even when she was the subordinate.
It was unsettling, but she kept the place going, so he tolerated it. On days like this, he reveled in it.
“You know what, Shelly? It’s time to give you a promotion.”
Her neck pull ed back in shock. “A what?”
“A promotion. How about… o perations m anager? A move up from administrative assistant.” He paused for a second, realizing he had no idea what he would pay her. A promotion had to come with a raise, though, right?
“But the o perations m anager job…you’re still taking resumes and the interviews start next week. And I don’t have a bachelor’s degree. The job requires one.” T he arg u ments surprised him. She almost didn’t seem to want it. Weird.
Too bad.
“You’re more qualified than any of the applicants, and it’s easier to get a good