Page 103 of Boss

She nodded, and her gaze slipped over to look at him. He studied her profile. Her facial bones were delicately carved, highlighting her exotic cheekbones, her chin of iron determination, her full pouty lips that he always sucked first before they kissed, and those long dark lashes that made her large round eyes seductively compelling.

“The first rule to making me want you is...” she asked in that delicate feminine voice of hers that should belong to a blues singer.

He brushed his lips across her cheek. Of course he had forgotten. To have her he’d have to give her a kiss. He removed his hand from the delta of her shut thighs. He dragged it up under the cover, only stopping to squeeze one of her swollen dark nipples, and then touched her chin. He turned her face to his. Her lashes swept down and rested against her proud cheekbones.

Reclaiming her started with a slow and sweetly pressed kiss to her lips. She pursed her lips and kissed him back. Her hand eased under his arm and around his waist so it could caress his back. They decided to only leave bed for snacks. They pretended that their passion was an excuse. That it was physical. But when he kissed her he knew differently. There was something soul binding about making love to her.

He wanted her, and not just physically. He wanted her approval, her acceptance, her friendship, and even more if she would give it. Her body was soft in all the right places. He squeezed her ass, and his lips seared a path down her neck and shoulders, then to her breasts as he rolled her to her back and like promised, her legs parted.

Tarek's groin was so tight with tension that his dick felt cramped. His lips continued to brush over and explore her umber-brown skin. As his erection pressed hard down against her wet center. She was so warm and juicy there the cheeks of his ass clenched as if he’d already entered her.

“Do you use birth control?” he asked, realizing this would be the third time they’d made love since the day started.

She groaned, and her head went back as he rubbed the friction of his desire against her plump pussy.

“Answer me, beautiful. Not looking to be a dad to a little crusader anytime soon.”

“Yes, yes,” she repeated. “I take them because of cramps. I’m on them.”

“Mmm, so good, you feel so good,” he groaned as he slipped into her nice and easy. Tight heat drew him in, but patience kept him tender and slow.

“What are you doing?” she said when he didn’t thrust too deep, and pulled out repeatedly to suck on her nipples. “Fuck me, Tarek.”

“I already have. I want something more, I want to make love to you,” he said and thrust into her again. She groaned in desperation.

“We aren’t in love,” she reasoned.

“Let me have you, and you will see,” he said using her nickname. She opened her eyes and looked at him with concern. He knew it was physical for her and him. But now he was pushing them into uncharted territory. It was her that he needed desperately. The storm raged against the window panes. He could hear the howling wind. He kept grooving inside of her with the working of his hips, and felt none of the cold just the combustible heat between them.

“God help me,” she sighed.

Tarek smiled. He was swimming in arousal now. He thrust harder and faster, and her lovely sex swelled and clamped tighter on his dick, sending spasms of needed release through his pelvis. He felt her inner walls pulse, clasp tighter, and then weaken with each stroke. He drew her nipple into his mouth, and arched his back so he could suck it while he loved her below.

“Tarek, I’m so close! I’m so close now!” she dug her nails into his back and cried out as he hammered her harder.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, I’m right here with you,” he said and licked her other nipple. “Let me feel that wet pussy, yeah, like that, move that ass, mmm, yes, yes,” he breathed. Kassidy pushed at his chest with her head thrown back, and bleated out a series of soft moans before a louder one. For the first time since he had her, she climaxed without him tickling or licking her love button. He knew this, and could tell the difference. He always could tell the difference between when a woman pretended and when she actually released.

He collapsed on top of her, timing his dramatic explosion with hers. He lifted his head and saw a satisfied smile on her lips.

“What was that? Oh my God it felt... I felt...so good,” she panted.

“That’s me making love to you, darling,” he eased up her and pressed a lip to her brow. She looked up into his eyes. “I haven’t felt that in a long time,” he confessed.

Tarek opened his eyes. He waited for his vision to clear. The memory was so fresh and sweet he thought he was still trapped with her at his ranch in the snow. It wasn’t a dream. If it were a dream he could close his eyes and dream about her some more. It was a memory followed by the truth. He had to get out of the damn hospital bed and stick to the plan.

“Señor Marshall?” A woman’s words interrupted his thoughts. He dropped his gaze over to the right. It was Consuela, a maid who had been with him for almost ten years, stood near the bed.

“I bring you what you ask for,” she said.

Though it hurt to do so, he sat upright. He nodded and followed her point to the duffle bag in the chair by the door. It had been two days since he arrived in the hospital. He’d let the doctors do their thing without complaint. Let his father control him, and his brother escape his wrath for two solid days. That was all the time he needed to heal.

“My car?” he asked and his voice croaked.

“Sí, señor. I’ve parked it where you asked. Here are the keys.” Consuela handed them over. “My brother waits for me below. I must go now. Yes?”

“Gracias, Consuela,” he said

She nodded and left his room. He struggled to breathe and move. To do both simultaneously hurt muscles he didn’t know he had. That was at first. But when he sat up the dull ache faded. There was a cool numbing to every tendon and bone in his body. He had been drugged. The meds they put him on had all but taken him under. If it wasn’t for his concern for Kassidy, he might not have had the strength to make the phone call to bring Consuela to him. He hated drugs of any kind. He’d been a medic in the military. All of Alek Marshall’s sons had to serve one tour of duty in the armed services except for the youngest son, Billy. He’d seen what drugs did to those wounded and traumatized vets. They were turned into walking zombies. Thanks to his training, he knew how to remove his IV. He reached over and turned off the cap to stop the flow of fluid flowing into his body. He gently removed the tape from his arm and found the catheter. Tarek pulled it out and tossed it aside and lowered the railings on the side of his bed too ease off. The moment his feet were planted on the ground his head spun, and a dizzy spell knocked him back on his ass. He sucked in a deep breath and summoned his energy. Soon the strength returned to his body, allowing him to stand. Stiff and cautious, he grabbed his duffle bag and walked with his back straight into the bathroom.

The florescent light blinked on. He stared at his face. The gauze over his eye, and the bandage wrapped around his head, was a bit much. He didn’t need all of it. He removed the wrappings and revealed the side bruises that had swollen his eye shut, and the stitches on his forehead. Tarek didn’t dwell on his state. He had more pressing issues.

Kassandra.

He had to get to her before they did. Their lives depended on it.

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