ROMANCE: Bear Naked Passion (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 2)

by Audrey Storm

  “I need some popcorn or something for this,” she said.

  “There have been two other secretaries… assistants… whatever.” Taylor rolled her eyes. “I am the third secretary he’s had this year.”

  “But it’s only July,” Lily said as she raised an eyebrow over the other.

  “That’s what I said,” Taylor said in a soft voice. “Maybe I should quit while I’m ahead,” she said as she looked at her best friend.

  “No way, Washington,” Lily said as she shifted her weight and got closer to Taylor. “It is not your fault you let your horny little self guide you but you are not a quitter. Not the Taylor Washington I know.”

  Taylor sighed and shook her head. If ever there was something she thought of as her biggest mistake, it had to be going to The Hamptons with Zachary but Lily was right. She had to face her demons and she was going to have to do it in less than eighteen hours.

  Chapter 5

  On Monday morning, Taylor was a mess. She had not slept very well and she kept on wondering if she should just skip town and forget everything that had happened. She wanted nothing more than to just have a normal day in the office but with what had gone down with Zachary at The Hamptons, she was not sure she could. She could hear her heart pounding as she pulled up in front of the office building.

  “Here we go,” she said to herself as she walked into the building. She ran her fingers through her wavy, black hair as she rode in the elevator wondering if she had gone overboard with her outfit: a soft white sleeveless blouse she had tucked into her navy blue pencil skirt and a pair of shiny black stilettos.

  “Oh damn it,” she thought when she saw Zachary already in his office. “It is only eight.”

  She placed her purse on her desk slowly and wondered if she should go into his office. She wanted to straighten things out. She wanted to lay all the cards on the table but she just didn’t know how to do that. She was still having a battle of wits when Zachary looked up and saw her.

  “Miss Washington,” he said with a smile. “Would you come in here, please?” he called. She took a long, deep breath and slowly walked into his office.

  “Good morning, Mr. Cohen,” she said in a soft voice.

  “Good morning,” he said as he looked up at her. “Sleep well?” he asked and she nodded.

  “Very well, thank you,” she said in a soft voice.

  “Good. I have…” he started to say before she suddenly blurted out what was on her mind.

  “We need to talk.”

  Zachary looked up at her.

  “All right,” he said as he leaned back in his chair. “What about?” he asked.

  “What about? The Hamptons, that’s what,” she said trying hard not to raise her voice.

  “What is there to talk about? I wanted the beautiful woman I took to The Hamptons and she wanted me,” he said as if that was the most normal thing in the world. She opened her mouth to speak but she just couldn’t think of anything she could say that didn’t make her sound like a complete moron.

  “I need to know whether I still have my job or not,” she suddenly said. “Don’t sugarcoat anything. Just tell me if I have the job or not.”

  Zachary shook his head and forced out a laugh.

  “What? Why do you keep asking if I am going to fire you?” he asked.

  “Because you took me to another state on my first day at my job. Because you had my cum all over your fingers on my first day of work.” She took a step forward. “Because I know that I am your third secretary this year.”

  Zachary pushed his chair back and stood up before he walked up to where she was.

  “I know that you had the other women reassigned to avoid the legal paperwork,” she said in a soft voice.

  “Where are you getting your facts from?” he asked taking a step closer, and she in turn took a step back.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said in a whisper. He took another step forward and slipped an arm around her waist before she could take another step back.

  “Those women…” he took a long, deep breath. “Luxemburg Building penthouse,” he said as he looked at her. “Meet me there in ten,” he added before he took a step back.

  “Why?” she asked turning around to look at him.

  “Fine, we will talk here,” he said as he walked to the door and closed it before he drew the blinds. He then walked back to where she was and looked at her. “Those women were hired because the HR manager interviewing them at the time was more interested in their bra size than what they could actually do and I made my move on you because for the first time, I chose my own secretary.”

  “You chose me?” she asked and he nodded.

  “Yes, I asked to see the applicants’ files and I settled on you,” he said. “And the trip to The Hamptons was purely professional but the kiss and everything else was all me. I wanted it to happen.” He looked at her and pulled her closer to himself. “I wanted you, Taylor, as much as you wanted me.” He was whispering by now. She gasped when she felt his hands slowly going down her back to cup her ass. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask,” he said as he got one hand under her hair to hold her neck. He lowered her head and kissed her softly. “Do you want me to stop, Taylor?” he asked in a low voice.

  She could feel his warm breath on her cheek as he gently brought his hand up to hold the side of her face.

  “Tell me,” he said again as he brought his head lower and lower to kiss her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips ready to feel his own. She was breathing slowly as he kissed her softly. He was gently pushing her back as he pressed his lips into hers. She was moaning into his mouth as his hands ran all over her body.

  “We can’t do this here,” she said in a soft voice when she pulled away.

  “Why not?” he asked as he began undoing the buttons on her blouse. “It’s not like I am going to get into any trouble with the boss,” he added. A smile played on his lips as he looked into her eyes. “I want you Taylor Washington and I am going to have you right here,” he whispered as he leaned in to brush her lips with his. “Right now.” He was now undoing the last button of her blouse. She looked at him as he gently pushed it off her shoulders. She slowly began loosening his tie and she had barely pulled it away when he suddenly pulled down the zipper on her skirt and pushed it down her hips. He was looking right into her eyes as the skirt gathered around her feet. He pushed her down his couch and kissed her neck slowly working his way down to her tummy. She was breathing hard as he pulled down her panties exposing her shaven mound to him. He gently caressed her thighs as he knelt in front of her before he lowered his head and began kissing her knee, slowly working his way up her thigh and finally to her hot core. She leaned back on the couch as she felt his tongue running up and down her slit, making her wetter than she already was. She held his head against her pussy as he licked her out. Her breath had been reduced to slow gasping breaths as he went on. He would thrust his tongue deep into her tasting her salty depths. She wanted to explode when he pressed his finger on her already distended clit as he licked and thrust into her. She was squirming on the couch as he ate her out. She knew that she was close, so close that even she couldn’t hold back if her life depended on it. He pulled away from her and looked up.

  “Don’t hold back on me,” he said in a whisper. “I want to taste you.” He went back hard, kissing, licking and sucking. She let out a low moan as she emptied herself into his mouth. What she didn’t see was that he had unbuckled his belt and was pushing his down his pants, releasing his cock. He pulled away from her pussy and got on his feet. She pulled herself up and looked at him as he laid his weight on her. He kissed her softly and she could taste herself on his tongue and lips as she felt him lingering at her opening. She wanted to pull away and beg for him to go slow but she never had a chance to. He had already pushed himself into her. She gasped and tightened her grip around him as he pulled out and then pushed into her again. He was stretching her out, filling her every fold.
/>   “Baby, you are so tight,” he moaned as he began moving in and out of her.

  Taylor was surprised she could take his whole length in since he was one of those thick and long men. She was shuddering as he pulled back and pushed back into her. It was almost too much for her. She clawed at his back as he began working his way into her. He was fucking her in long slow strokes, each time going deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he went on fucking her, claiming her pussy over and over. She held a fistful of his hair as he rest his head on her shoulder. She moaned when she suddenly felt him pull away from her pussy. She looked at him as he pulled back, forcing her to unwrap her legs from him. He then got on his feet and took her in his arms before he walked her to one wall. He pinned her against it and entered her again. This time, she didn’t have a choice. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting into her. She nibbled on his earlobe and moaned softly as he thrust into her harder and deeper. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her second orgasm and he knew it too because she was tightening up on his cock.

  “Slow down,” she begged as he fucked her even harder. “I’m so close. Please slow down.”

  “I’m close too,” Zachary said in a gruff voice. He had now become like a battering ram trying to take down a wall. His pelvis was slamming hard against hers so fast that he was literally knocking the air out of her mouth. She suddenly tightened her grip around his waist as she felt herself exploding. And it was all the encouragement he needed to let loose. She shuddered against him as she felt him coming apart inside her.

  “You are mine, Taylor,” he said in a whisper. “You are all mine.” Her only response was to kiss the side of his face.

  “Why am I so weak around this man?” She wondered as he carried her to the couch. He kissed her forehead when he gently laid her down. She looked up at him and smiled.

  “Tonight. Luxemburg Building,” he said with a smile and she nodded.

  “I’ll be there,” she said in a whisper.

  THE END

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  Secret Passions

  Secret Passions

  Chapter 1

  As far as emergency room visits went, this one hadn't been too bad. Chris knew; she spent a fair amount of time here. Between her job and sports activities, injuries happened often. Today, no irate family members shouted at each other, no patients argued loudly with the staff, no crying children tugged her heart strings. A relatively peaceful place to spend a Thursday afternoon. If only her ankle wasn't screaming in pain.

  Think of something fun. Like how good it felt running with that football, right before she got tackled.

  The curtain to the cubicle where she sat was suddenly whisked back and… holy moly! A cuter-than-shit man in scrubs stood in front of her. He looked at her briefly, then looked down at a file.

  "What seems to be the problem today?"

  Cute, but kind of dumb. If he'd look up for a second, he'd see the ice bag on her leg propped on the table.

  "I hurt my ankle. I think it's just sprained, but my boss wanted me to get an x-ray before I go back to work."

  "What kind of work do you do?" Still looking down at the paper.

  Crabby too. "I'm a mechanic." That got him to look at her.

  "You did this at work?"

  "No, I was on break, playing football…"

  Now she had his full attention.

  "You play football?" His eyes widened and maybe she imagined it, but she could swear she heard a note of disdain in his voice.

  Chris bit her tongue, wanting to give this arrogant man a piece of her mind. She hurt, she was missing work, and the smell of hospital disinfectant had started a colossal headache. But she always tried to be polite to everyone, no matter how much they annoyed her.

  "Yeah, me and some of the guys at the auto dealer where I work have a team. We practice sometimes, on break."

  "You play football with men?"

  "Yes, little old me plays football with men. I don't think I'm going to get crushed, do you?"

  Now he took a moment to actually look at her. So far, he hadn't made any mention of her being a plus-size woman. Points to him for that. Too busy being amazed that a girl played a boy's sport, probably. A hint of a smile crossed his lips, then disappeared. And was that a trace of heat in his eyes?

  "No, I suppose not. But you should be more careful." He flipped through the chart. "The x-rays don't show a break, so you've just sprained it. Get an ankle brace, keep it iced tonight. I'll prescribe an anti-inflammatory and pain pills. I can give you one right now. Do you have someone to drive you home? A husband? Wife?"

  Oh, no he did not. "A wife? You assume I'm gay because I'm big, have short hair and don't wear makeup?"

  "And play football."

  WTF? Where did this guy learn his bedside manner?

  "Yeah, and play football. I like to fuck men, okay? That's right, I cuss too. And no, I'll be driving myself home, so just give the scripts and let me out of here."

  She swung her leg off the table and tried to stand. He grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. She pushed him away, the tears she'd fought since her injury threatening to spill.

  "I'll get an aide and a wheelchair. Hospital policy. Don't hurt yourself further on the way out."

  With a final disapproving frown, he let her go. Even through the haze of pain and anger, she admired the way his ass filled out his scrubs as he walked away.

  ****

  "A sprained ankle? You sprained your ankle the day before our big weekend? Christina, how many times have I asked you to be careful?"

  "Calm down, Mom. I can still walk. It's not even a sprain really, more like a strain. It's braced, doesn't hurt, and I have pain pills. No biggie."

  "But you won't be able to wear the shoes that go with the dress I bought you."

  Oh darn. Chris threw her purse on a chair, turning her head to hide a smile. Her mom was freaking out enough about her upcoming wedding. No need to irritate her further. Amanda had planned this weekend event for months and wanted everything to be perfect. Which, for Chris, would mean not having to put on the frilly, fuchsia monstrosity that now lay on her bed. Or the matching stilts her mom called shoes.

  "I've got that navy pant suit, and flats to go with it. I'll just wear that."

  "That outfit is terribly out of style. Anyway, I wanted all of us women to match. Robert sent me a picture of Lila trying on her dress. She looks adorable."

  A quick pain nudged Chris's heart, but she let it go. She'd long ago come to accept, she wasn't the cute, petite little girl her mother always wanted. Maybe Lila, her nine year old soon-to-be stepsister, would fill that role, and let Amanda dress her like a doll.

  Chris put her hand on Amanda's shoulder. "The important thing is, we'll all finally get to meet each other and spend time together. Robert's son is still set to be there too, right?"

  The frown shifted to a smile. "Yes. He's all moved in with Robert. Such a nice boy, to leave his medical practice and move here to Maplewood, to be with his dad. I sure wish you would reconsider moving in with us too."

  Chris rolled her eyes. Staying with her mother was temporary, until she figured out her next step in life. She'd have to leave the family house once it sold, but she'd figure out another place to stay. No way would she move in with the happy honeymooners and son. Lila seemed like fun, but she spent most of her time living with her mother. Quick, change the subject.

  "You might not want to call him a boy, to his face anyway. Isn't he in his mid-thirties?"

  "Yes, he is, but he's still a boy to me."

  "Mom," Chris sat on the bed. She'd lied slightly. Her ankle still hurt like hell but she wouldn't take the pain pills till later that night. "Are you sure this is smart? You're marrying a man whose physical condition could get worse, and he's got two kids, from two marriages. Doesn't that seem like kind of a, well, a loser?"

  "Certainly not. Robert is a wonderful man. Two marriages, that means nothing these days. Third t
ime's the charm, anyway."

  Amanda sat next to Chris and ran her hand over the lace on the ridiculous dress. "He's got enough money to hire full-time care, if we need it. Multiple Sclerosis affects everyone differently. I have health problems too. Arthritis in my knees, my eyes are getting worse every year; everyone has some issues. We'll have plenty of time to enjoy our life together."

  "So why is, what's his son's name, Ben, why is Ben coming here to live?"

  "I told you, he's concerned about his father and wants to make sure he's getting the best care. He has connections in the medical community. I'm not able to do a lot of heavy lifting, so Ben can take care of that, if needed."

  "But Mom…"

  "Honey, we love each other and that's all that matters." She patted Chris's hand. "Go find that pant suit. Let me see if I can at least dress it up with some of my jewelry. We need to get finished packing and head out to The Regency Hotel in two hours."

  Chapter 2

  Holy crap! Chris's jaw dropped when she stepped out of the car and took in the enormity of The Regency. A long-ago trip to Disney World and Cinderella Castle came to mind as she gazed at the building. Rather, a complex of buildings. She handed the keys to the valet, barely able to look away. She'd seen pictures of the hotel on the Internet but here in person, it was so much bigger. So much more…over the top totally ridiculous.

  "Christina?" Amanda called from the car. "Are you all right?"

  She must look like a zombie, standing here and gawking with her mouth open. "Fine. Sorry, let me help you out."

  Why in the world her mom wanted to have this event at a huge hotel, two hours from their home, Chris couldn't fathom. Robert and his family had to travel a distance to get here also. Couldn't they have picked a spot near one of them? A place not so hugely pretentious?

  And really, was this how Robert lived? Did he think because he had a lot of money, he could throw it around on crazy things like a weekend at The Regency Hotel? Her mom might be impressed with all this glamour but it made Chris nervous. Like the rich people were always watching her, judging her. And she'd come up lacking, she knew. These kinds of people didn't wear plus-sized clothes and run around getting their ankles sprained playing football.