Authors: Bella Andre
such a good job of it on the race track.”
He was a guy. And he was horny as hel around Heather,
especialy with her stripped half-naked. But he wasn’t stupid.
She’d obviously seen the trophy girls congratulating him on
the track. And it had upset her.
“I’m not going to screw around on you, Heather.”
He watched surprise and hope flicker in her eyes, before
she tamped them down. “You don’t owe me any promises. It’s
just sex. That’s al we’re doing.
Having sex.
”
Anger rose in him, just as hot as hers. “Are you going to
sleep with anyone else while we’re together?”
“No.” She looked like she couldn’t believe he’d asked her
that question. “God, no.”
“Then why are you assuming I’l do it?”
She looked at him like he was a complete idiot. “It’s what
every guy does.”
“No,” he told her, “not every guy. Not
me.”
Frustration
“No,” he told her, “not every guy. Not
me.”
Frustration
had him saying, “I’m not your father, damn it.”
But she was shaking her head and trying to push him away.
“I saw you with those girls at the racetrack. I saw you put your
hands on them.”
“To push them away, not pul them in closer!”
He wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let her leave his arms in
anger when the only thing that had gotten him through the past
thirty hours was the thought of having her back in them. “Can’t
you see you’re the only one I can even think about? The only
one I want? Don’t you understand that I’m losing my mind over
you?”
She looked stunned by what he’d just said, as stunned as
he felt himself.
“Please kiss me, Zach. Just kiss me.”
Just as wiling as she was to let his words go, he kissed the
breath from her lungs while stripping off her jeans and making
short work of his own.
Jesus, he loved her mouth against his, loved her softness,
loved those little sounds she made when he touched her just
right. He slid into her slick heat, and she was so responsive she
was coming almost the second he touched her between her legs.
At the last second, he realized he’d somehow forgotten to
put on a condom. Somehow he managed to tough it out through
her orgasm. She made a sound of protest when he puled out
and he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thighs as he kneeled
down to grab a condom from his pants.
He sat down on her desk chair and quickly shoved it on,
He sat down on her desk chair and quickly shoved it on,
then reached for her and puled her onto his lap, loving the feeling
of sinking deep into her al over again. He could tel how much
she liked it from the way she gasped as he filed her al the way
up.
“It’s your turn now,” she said as she wiggled her perfect
rear end over his thighs.
“My turn,” he growled against her neck, licking, kissing,
nipping his way down to her breasts, which were stil trying to
come free from her bra, “and yours, too.”
He found he liked her breasts trapped behind cotton like
that, liked having to work to taste her, to run his tongue inside
the top edge of the fabric to tease the taut flesh, until her inner
muscles tightened down over him and he finaly gave up his own
control and came with her.
“I love it when you smel like sex.” He buried his nose in the
crook of her neck and licked at the sweat drying on her skin.
Their quickie should at least have taken the edge off his need for
her...but it hadn’t done a damn thing to make him want her less.
“I love it when you taste like sex, too.”
Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before he realized Cuddles
was at their feet, rubbing against his shins.
On a gasp, Heather shifted and looked over her shoulder to
find Atlas lying on the pilow in the corner, blinking up at the two
of them.
“Oh my God, I forgot about the dogs.” She hopped off his
lap to search for her clothes. “Atlas has never seen...I’ve always
been realy careful to go into the bedroom when I...”
been realy careful to go into the bedroom when I...”
She looked horrified as she stuttered out partial sentences.
And so damn adorable with that flush on her cheeks that he had
to go give her a kiss even as he laughed at her.
“He’s a big boy. He’l get over it.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t freak out, actualy, seeing you over
me like that.” She was flushing even more now as she puled her
jeans back up and grabbed her shirt from the floor.
“He didn’t freak out because he knows who the boss is.”
She yanked down her shirt. “Me. I’m the boss.”
He puled on his clothes, then scooped up Cuddles, who
licked him with undisguised glee al over his face and neck.
“Right. You’re the boss.”
She pushed her damp hair off her face. “I should have
known you’d be even more insufferable after winning your
completely pointless race.” She moved over to her desk and
began to put it back to rights. “Some of us have work to do.”
He was about to reach for her again, when a knock
sounded on her door.
“Heather?” Her assistant sounded worried about something
more than just interrupting her boss having sex in her office.
“Your parents are here.”
Oh God
. She’d forgotten about her father’s phone cal
earlier that week. Working to try to keep her panic from taking
earlier that week. Working to try to keep her panic from taking
over, Heather looked down at herself, then over at Zach.
“They’re going to know what we were doing.”
What, she silently berated herself as she made sure
everything was zipped and buttoned, had she been thinking,
having sex in her office?
That was just the thing. She hadn’t been thinking. The
second Zach had walked in, she’d lost al control of her
synapses—and her hormones. Her reaction to him was that
instinctive, that primal.
He put down the puppy and moved closer to undo the
tangles he’d just put into her hair.
“You look great, just like you always do.” His mouth left
hers tingling again before he said, “Don’t worry, Heather. It’l be
al right.” She just shook her head at him, but he gently cupped
her cheek and said, “I’ve got your back.”
She didn’t know how he always managed to do that, to
completely turn her inside out no matter the circumstance, but for
once she was glad for the way just one soft kiss—and a handful
of sweetly confident words—had her unable to focus al of her
energies on being completely freaked out about her parents’
visit.
He put his hand on the doorknob. “We’ve got this,
Heather.”
Strangely, even though they’d been caught barely seconds
post-sex, she did feel a whole lot more able to deal with her
parents with Zach than she normaly did on her own.
parents with Zach than she normaly did on her own.
She’d seen him in action enough by then not to be surprised
by the way he had her mother eating out of his hand within
seconds of saying helo. Her father, however, was slightly less
than his usual charming self.
Then again, had any man ever come even close to out-
charming him?
“Heather?” Her mother’s eyes moved from Zach to
Heather, then to the desk they’d made a mess of. “Is this a bad
time?”
Belatedly, Heather realized she’d forgotten to put her shoes
back on. She moved to quickly slip them on, but not quickly
enough for her parents not to notice what she was doing.
Her father puled her into a hug before she could act fast
enough to step out of reach. “My precious girl. How your
mother and I have missed you.”
When she was actualy a girl, she’d loved the way he’d
come home from a business trip and hug her and tel her how
much loved her, that she was the center of his world. But she
hadn’t been that naïve for a very long time. She knew better than
to think anyone was the center of her father’s world but himself.
Her father didn’t take his arm from around her waist, as
though he was trying to make some kind of statement to Zach
about whom she realy belonged to. Atlas stood up, his ruff
bristling, and she was glad to be able to use him as a reason to
move away from her father.
He frowned at her dog. “Does he sit in your office al day?”
Heather ran a comforting hand down her dog’s back. Atlas
Heather ran a comforting hand down her dog’s back. Atlas
had never liked her father. “Yes.”
Clearly not impressed with her answer, he asked, “Didn’t
you get my message last week?”
“I apologize for not caling you back. This week has been
realy busy.” She tried not to flush at the memory of what she
and Zach had just been busy doing, especialy when her father
looked between the two of them again, his frown deepening.
If only she’d remembered to cal him back, then she could
have invented a buletproof excuse. Maybe even taken an
impromptu trip out of town for a few days to somewhere she
couldn’t be reached.
“I hope you’re not too busy to spend a few hours with us,”
he said, effectively trapping her into an evening together.
Thankfuly, Cuddles chose that moment to start barking,
puling attention away from her for just long enough to regain her
equilibrium and to figure out how to respond. Zach had watched
the exchange in silence and she guessed that he had quickly
taken her parents’ measure.
She shot him a look that she hoped he could read as wel
as he read her thoughts in bed:
Please don’t leave me alone
with them.
Zach picked up the barking puppy and smiled at her,
before turning that beautiful face of his on her parents. “Heather
and I would be very pleased if you joined us tonight at 212
Stockton
.
”
Heather tried not to act surprised that he’d just named one
of the hottest new restaurants in San Francisco. Even now that
of the hottest new restaurants in San Francisco. Even now that
she knew how wealthy he was—and how wel connected via his
famous siblings—the fact that he did absolutely nothing to
broadcast his wealth had her completely forgetting about it.
She could tel from the look on her father’s face that he
knew just how hard it was to get a table at that restaurant.
Clearly, not only could he not believe a guy in wrinkled jeans and
a T-shirt had the pul to get one, but he wished he’d thought to
do it first.
Her mother’s eyes were wide as she responded, “I just
saw a piece about 212 Stockton on TV. It’s owned by a group
of movie stars and bilionaires.”
Her father’s expression darkened. “Al I want is to spend
quality time with my little girl, not rub shoulders with a bunch of
stars with more money than morals.”
Fairly certain that Zach’s brother Smith was likely one of
the “moral-free movie stars,” Heather said, “Why don’t I show
you some of the improvements I’ve made to the training areas?”
No doubt her parents would quiz her endlessly about Zach, and
nitpick al the parts of her business that weren’t shiny and
perfect, but even though she would have loved to lean on him,
her parents weren’t his battle to fight. They were hers.
Only, Zach didn’t look the least bit upset about her father’s
comment. If anything, he looked more relaxed than
usual...reminding her of a deadly predator about to strike.
Turning the ful focus of his attention to her, Zach said, “I
know you have some important business to finish up,” as he
know you have some important business to finish up,” as he
gently brushed a lock of hair back from her forehead and tucked
it behind her ear. It was a move made even more spectacularly
protective—and possessive—by how casual it was.
“I’l show your parents around so that you can get back to
work.”
Heather knew firsthand that Zach was a master at getting
exactly what he wanted. But to witness him outmaneuvering her
father made her glad.
And scared the bejesus out of her.
A few moments later, when her mother and father had no
choice but to folow Zach and Cuddles out of her office, Heather
sat down on the office chair she would never look at in the same
way after what she and Zach had done on it.
Yet again, she reflected on the way Zach Sulivan had
infiltrated every part of her life in one short week.
Thank God.
* * *
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