In the Boss' Bed

by Elizabeth Lennox

  “I’m too heavy for you to be carrying me everywhere,” she told him with a huff.

  He laughed. “You’re not too heavy, Marcy. And I will thoroughly enjoy carrying you into my place. But if I do that, I won’t stop in the living room. I will carry you straight through to my bedroom and I will make love to you until you’re too crazy to keep up with this stubbornness.”

  She looked at him, her eyes wide with both fear and need. She wanted that so badly. She’d missed him so much that her body hurt, ached, with the need to feel him inside of her, moving in that way that made her crazy.

  She was in so much trouble!

  “Fine!” she snapped and reached for the door. “You didn’t give me a chance to get my bag,” she grumbled.

  He chuckled as he stepped out of the vehicle as well. “Just an added benefit.”

  “Why is that a good thing?” she demanded.

  “You’re at my mercy,” he said and put a hand to the small of her back, leading her into the elevators.

  When the doors closed on them, she shook her head and stepped back to one corner of the elevator. “You stay on one side of this tiny thing and I’ll stay on the other side,” she commanded.

  Zeke looked down at her, almost laughing with relief now that he had her back under his roof. “Marcy, you know what happens when you give me orders, right?”

  Marcy watched as he slowly moved closer, slowly stalked her in the tiny space. He was such a huge man already, the small confines of the elevator only made her more nervous. “Zeke, don’t,” she whispered, her blue eyes wide, filled with both fear and hope.

  His hand reached out, bracing against the wall behind her, trapping her into the corner. “Oh, I’m going to. We’re going to talk and then I’m going to make love to you. We’re going to figure out what is wrong and fix it. Then we’ll fix the last two days by spending the next several hours making up for the fact that you denied us time in bed together.”

  Marcy swallowed, too tempted to take him up on his plan for the day. She wanted him. No doubt about that!

  But she couldn’t have him. She had to be strong. She had to finish law school before she could become distracted. It was her plan. She had a goal. She couldn’t give up on her goal, even if she now hated…

  No! She didn’t hate law school. She just hated the time it was taking her. She’d be fine after she finished. Once she had that law degree, she’d be fine. She’d love practicing law and would dive into her new world with gusto!

  “Zeke, we’re not…” she stiffened when the elevator doors opened, looking behind him at his door, knowing she shouldn’t enter, but needing him so badly, she was almost aching with it. Just a few minutes, she thought. If she could just have a few minutes in his arms, feel his strength around her, that wouldn’t be bad, would it?

  “Zeke,” she began but he already had her hand in his and was gently tugging her along behind him. He unlocked the door and moved inside, slamming the door behind them before spinning around and pinning her against the wall again.

  “Okay, Marcy. Talk. Explain what happened this weekend that was so horrible that you couldn’t come talk to me.”

  Oh, he was good! So close, so powerful, and everything she wanted and needed in a man. He was her man, but…she couldn’t allow herself to have him. Not now. At least, not until she’d finished law school.

  “I just…” she blinked and looked at his muscular chest, her mouth going dry with the desire to reach out and touch that chest, to run her fingers over the muscles, the light sprinkling of dark hair and….

  Marcy jerked upright, banishing the traitorous thoughts from her mind. “Zeke. We can’t…I can’t.”

  He started pulling the pins out of her hair and dropping them into the pockets of his slacks. “Can’t what, honey?” he asked gently as he continued to unpin her hair.

  Her hands moved up, trying to stop his adept fingers from ruining her hairstyle. But it was pointless. The man just kept pushing her hands out of the way. When all of the pins were gone, his fingers dove into her dark curls and pulled them outwards, making her gasp with horror. “Don’t! I’ll have huge hair!”

  He only laughed and ignored her protestations. “I like it when you have huge hair. It reminds me of what you look like after we’ve made love.”

  She trembled, thinking of the same thing. “Zeke, we can’t make love.”

  “Why not?” he asked, his fingers sliding down her neck, trailing heat along her neck and collarbone. They were both breathing heavily now, their bodies ready, primed for what they both knew would happen as soon as Marcy stopped resisting the inevitable.

  Leaning her head back, she tried hard to remember why she shouldn’t be here. Why this was so wrong. “Because I need to concentrate.”

  He watched as her eyes closed, rapture hitting her hard and his body responded with identical feelings. “You are concentrating,” he told her, his voice deeper, huskier.

  She shook her head, biting her lip. “I need to concentrate on law school.”

  He bent lower, nibbling at her neck. “I’m not stopping you from concentrating on law school.”

  She sighed and tilted her head. “You are.”

  “How am I doing that?” he asked, moving higher and capturing her earlobe.

  “By doing this every night.” She sighed as his hands moved from the wall to slide along her waist, cupping her breasts with his strong hands. She felt like his hands were perfect, holding all of her huge breasts as if they were made for him.

  “Don’t stop,” she pleaded and was rewarded when his thumb rubbed over her nipple, almost making her knees give out on her. But Zeke was there. He caught her in his arms easily and lifted her, carrying her into his bedroom.

  “Now, where were we?” he asked as he lowered her onto the bed. His eyes moved over her silk blouse hungrily.

  Marcy gasped when Zeke pulled her silk blouse over her head, tossing it onto the floor behind him. “Zeke!” she yelled, about to reach out to pick it up. She knew it would be a wrinkled mess in only moments. But Zeke’s mouth captured her nipple, teasing it between his teeth and the lace of her bra. Marcy couldn’t resist the surge of lust that hit her with that move. He didn’t stop either. His mouth moved, teasing her nipple while his other hand slipped inside of her bra, his fingers capturing her other nipple, teasing it into a hard peak before his mouth moved over to that one. His tongue was hot, moist and drove her insane!

  “Zeke!” she screamed out, her hips rising to meet his, her body begging him for what she needed.

  “Soon, love,” he told her as he released her nipple. He watched her chest heave with her gasping breath and his body throbbed with the need to bury himself in her heat. “Very soon, we’ll both have what we want. But right now,” he continued, his fingers moved down lower, trailing along her stomach as he explored more. “I want all of you.”

  In only moments, she was naked, writhing under his touch. “Tell me why you avoided me this weekend,” he insisted as his fingers trailed up her leg, teasing the skin on the outside.

  Marcy shook her head, trying to avoid his fingers and mouth because she knew what he was about. He’d teased her like this before when he wanted answers. “No. I can’t be with you.”

  He laughed and moved his fingers higher. “That answer isn’t going to suffice, love,” he said and moved his fingers even higher, teasing the curls guarding her opening.

  “It’s enough.”

  He looked at her body, so soft and lovely, pink and moist where his fingers were teasing her. She opened her legs wider, silently begging him to give her what she wanted. “I don’t think there will ever be enough when it comes to you, Marcy,” he sighed and let his finger move inside of her. “Tell me what I want to know.”

  She shook her head, uncaring that it would look like a ravaged mess when this was all over. She couldn’t think about her hair. Or anything else at the moment. Her whole concentration was centered on his fingers, the way he wouldn’t push deeper inside o
f her. Lifting her hips, she tried to force his hand. But he pulled away, not giving her what she wanted. “Zeke!” she screamed, her hands fisting on the comforter.

  “Tell me, Marcy,” he said and lowered his head, his fingers moving in and out of her while his thumb teased that sensitive nubbin of nerves.

  “Just do it!” she growled, glaring at him.

  He laughed again. She’d never been this aggressive in bed before and it really turned him on. “I don’t think so,” he said, despite the fact that he wanted to give in to her demands. He was on a mission now. He could hold back until he got what he wanted.

  He hoped.

  “Tell me why you avoided this.”

  “No!” she snapped and took his hand, moving it where she wanted it to go. But when he stopped her, she took her other hand and started to do it herself. “I can’t…”

  As much as he wanted to watch her touch herself, and he almost gave in when she did that, he wanted answers more. He’d tease her into following through on that little fantasy later. “Marcy,” he said and pulled her wrist, not allowing her to give herself pleasure. “I control your orgasm today,” he told her firmly, chuckling when she groaned. “Just tell me what I want to know and I’ll give you what you want.”

  She arched her back, pressing herself against his hands. But it didn’t work. Nothing was working.

  When his thumb flicked that nubbin again, she screamed. She was so close! Just one more touch and she knew that she could… “Please! I’ll tell you everything. Just touch me again!” she begged.

  Zeke shook his head. “Tell me first.” He knew his little trickster. She’d scream out his name and he’d have to start all over again because she wasn’t going to tell him what was going on without incentive.

  Which told him a lot. She was punishing herself for some reason. But he couldn’t imagine what she’d done to be so angry with herself. Nor did he think her denial was worthwhile. Especially when it meant he couldn’t hold her at night.

  “Tell me,” he urged as he ran his tongue over that nubbin, his arms tightening when he felt her try and pull away from him. She wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Zeke! Stop this!” she begged, yelling and screaming, wiggling to try and get away from his teasing fingers and mouth. “Just…”

  “Tell me,” he sucked on that bundle of nerves. Just long enough. He knew her body well enough at this point and stopped right before she fell over that cliff.

  Her fingers discarded the comforter, grabbing hold of his hair. His scalp tingled with pain, but he wasn’t giving up. “Tell me, Marcy. Nothing can be as bad as what you’re making it out to be.”

  “I failed!” she screamed. “I failed my test! I failed a test in law school because I’ve been spending too much time with you! I failed and I have to concentrate!”

  He paused for a long moment, wondering how it was that Marcy could have failed a test. She might hate law school, but she was dedicated to studying, to doing well. She always succeeded in anything she put her mind to, regardless of her feelings on the subject.

  Well, now that he thought about it, she hadn’t been studying very much over the past week. It hadn’t occurred to him, but now…

  She looked at him, her hips shifting in his arms and he focused back on her, smiling with relish now that he was starting to understand what was going on inside her pretty head. “Was that so hard?” he asked, but he didn’t wait for her answer. His mouth moved against her body, taking that nubbin in his mouth again while his fingers moved to slide into her heat. The combined stimulation made her scream again, her body lifting off the mattress as she climaxed, her body writhing, her breath gasping and her fingers almost pulling the hair out of his head.

  He loved every moment of it!

  When her body finally settled down, he moved gently away from that sensitive area. Standing up, he pulled off his clothes. She would be horrified if she realized that he had done all of that while she was naked and he hadn’t even taken off his tie. But her eyes were closed as she tried to get her breathing back under control. Damn, she was beautiful in the aftermath of her orgasm.

  But it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot! He grabbed a condom and rolled it down his length, watching her the whole time. He almost laughed when her eyes opened up, her tongue darting out to wet her full lips while she watched him sheath himself.

  “No more,” she whispered, shaking her head as she tried to catch her breath.

  Zeke laughed. “Oh honey, you know that there is so much more,” he teased and pulled her into his arms. His mouth latched onto her breast and he almost lost control when her fingers moved right back to his hair. Not pulling this time, but holding his head in place while she moaned out her pleasure.

  Marcy couldn’t stop the tidal wave that swept her up when Zeke touched her like this. As he slid his erection into her heat, she lifted her hips, trying to relax her muscles to accommodate his size. Slowly, gently, he filled her up and she loved every moment of it.

  When he was filling her completely, she took a deep breath, her nails biting into his shoulders and she beamed up at him. “And?” she taunted.

  Zeke looked down at the woman he loved and shook his head. “Oh, so that’s the way you want to play this?” he teased right back.

  Marcy laughed and he loved the way her laughter fizzled throughout his body. As he started to move, he watched her features, her blue eyes closing as he shifted the way he knew she liked. Over and over again, he took her to the pinnacle only to stop and keep her there for a long moment. When her body was trembling, her fists were pounding on his arms, he laughed and gave her everything. Taking her over the edge was always the best moment for him. He liked to watch her climax, her body straining, trying to control the feelings, but unable to do more than just hang onto him. And every time, she took him right along with her, tumbling into oblivion as they climaxed together.

  Chapter 14

  The next morning, Marcy shivered as Zeke’s fingers stroked her shoulder. Again and again, she felt the tickling sensation, but she was too wiped out to smack his hand away. And the dratted man knew exactly what he was doing to her.

  “You’re going to have to wake up and talk to me eventually, Marcy,” he pointed out, sending more shivers throughout her body.

  Marcy pulled the pillow over her face, trying to hide from the world. Or from Zeke. Whichever was more effective.

  “I can change tactics,” he threatened and Marcy tensed, waiting for whatever new tactic he might employ.

  Oh, the man was devious! When his lips touched her back, right where he knew she was extra sensitive, she groaned and tried to slide away.

  The movement completely woke her up and she rolled over quickly, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

  Unfortunately, the movement also made her stomach start to roil. She lay still for perhaps three seconds before she knew that lack of movement was not going to resolve the nausea. One moment, she was looking up at his handsome face, concern written all over his features, the next she was sprinting to the bathroom, throwing up whatever was left in her stomach from breakfast earlier today.

  Over and over, her stomach heaved, her body shuddering with the effort. A warm robe was laid over her shoulders, but she couldn’t even look up at Zeke to thank him. Her body continued to convulse, her shoulders shaking in reaction.

  When it was all over, she felt a cool cloth on her forehead, wiping her mouth. Then strong hands lifted her up off the cold tile of the luxurious bathroom. Zeke cradled her in his arms, sitting down in one of the overstuffed chairs while she lay on top of him like a rag doll. She couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. And her mind wasn’t functioning enough for her to know what to think of that latest bout of sickness.

  Sure, she’d been feeling sick in the mornings lately. But nothing like what had just happened.

  “You okay?” Zeke asked, his hands moving through her hair gently.

  Was she okay? Marcy had no idea. She was worn out, confused, and terrified.
“Okay” seemed a bit relative.

  “Yes,” she lied.

  The rumbling in his chest didn’t help to settle her stomach.

  “Stop moving,” she groaned, gripping his shoulder and arm with a weak grip.

  “Sorry,” he murmured, but she suspected he wasn’t sorry at all.

  A tear slid out from under her lashes and she tried to hide the sniffle. She was just so tired. She hadn’t slept well without Zeke. Not that she’d been sleeping well anyway. When she was with him, he made love to her throughout the night. When she wasn’t with him, she barely slept at all, wanting his arms around her. She was definitely in a catch twenty-two.

  “Hey,” Zeke said, feeling her shoulders tremble and looked down at her. “What’s wrong, love? Being pregnant is a great thing,” he said.

  Marcy jerked out of his arms, almost falling onto the floor. “Pregnant? I’m not pregnant!” she gasped and pulled the warm robe closer around her nakedness. “Who said anything about being pregnant?”

  Zeke stood up and took her hands. “Isn’t that was the past thirty minutes was all about?” he asked gently.

  Marcy’s mouth fell open. Or maybe it hadn’t closed. She wasn’t sure. “I’m not pregnant!” she asserted again.

  Zeke looked at her carefully. “Honey, when was the last time you had your period?”

  Marcy jerked her hands out of his and backed up. “That’s…personal!” she yelped, wishing her pale cheeks didn’t show her blush so brutally.

  He sighed and pulled her back into his arms. “Marcy, we’ve been about as intimate as a couple could be. I don’t think that answering a question about your menstrual cycle could be more intimate than anything we’ve been doing over the past several hours.”

  She supposed he was right there, but it still made her uncomfortable to talk about those things. He was a guy! She’d never discussed anything like that with a man before. Even her gynecologist was a woman!