Free The Fighter's Secretary by Ann Mayburn

but she scarcely noticed. Instead she focused on his body, on touching him, on running her hands over his broad, bare shoulders, tracing the deep lines of his pectoral muscles, and rubbing her hands all over his smooth, tight skin. He felt just as good as she’d always imagined and when he pressed down fully on her she realized he was nude.
    He let out a low groan and buried his face against her neck. “You feel so soft, I need to be inside of you. Do you want me to use a condom?”
    She hesitated, torn between the need to be safe and the desire to have him inside of her, skin to skin. “I’m on the shot. Have you been tested?”
    Lifting himself so his forearms braced either side of her head, he nodded. “I’ve been tested and I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
    She blinked at him. “Never?”
    “Never. Have you?”
    “Well, yes, but I was in a committed relationship. But I’m clean. The last guy I had sex with was over a year ago and I’ve been to the doctor since then.” She flushed, not liking his smirk when she said that. “What?”
    “First, we are in a committed relationship.”
    “Shouldn’t I get a say in that?”
    “Second, the macho pig part of me likes the fact that no one has been inside this beautiful body recently.”
    “You’re right, that is rather macho pig of you.”
    “Third—” he lined up his cock with her slit and began to sink into her, stretching her as he said in a guttural voice, “—I want to be the last man to ever be inside of you.”
    Any reply she might have made to his confusing statement was lost as the broad crest of his cock pushed into her, stretching her and making her pant as she tried to relax around him. He was big, thick, and so incredibly hard. She tried to trust her hips up, to get him all the way inside of her, but he grasped her hands and held them over her head, pinning her to the mattress.
    “Estar dentro de tu cuerpo es como estar en el cielo. Tú eres mi mujer y yo soy tu hombre. Nunca te dejaré y nunca te permitiré que me dejes. Te amo, Amanda, mucho más de lo que puedas imaginar, y yo haré que tu me amés igual.”
    The way he growled those words, the emotion in his voice made her wish she knew what he was saying, but right now she was far more interested in him fucking her than translating.
    He paused about half way in and tightened his grip on her hands. “Amanda, look at me.”
    She struggled to open her eyes, to focus on him past the pleasure of being blissfully filled by him. When their gaze met a surge of electricity went through her as the moment took on an intimacy she’d never experienced before. The hair on her arms stood and chills raced down her spine, mixing with the warmth of his body, the scent of his musk, and the unbelievably wonderful feeling of being stretched by his thick erection.
    “My Amanda,” he said in a soft voice and bent to capture her lips, finally filling her until his balls pressed against her ass.
    She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her legs around him, loving the feel of him against her. When he withdrew from her body she almost closed her eyes, but managed to keep them open, to deepen the connection between them. If him fucking her was the best thing she’d ever felt physically, the way that he was looking at her was the best thing emotionally. He continued to whisper things to her in Spanish as he grazed his lips over her neck, then bit hard enough to push her toward her orgasm. She’d never recovered this quickly, but her body was already tightening, the delicious pleasure sensitizing her, making her aware of the big, amazing man moving inside of her.
    Dragging his lips to hers, she kissed him with all the passion he built in her, with the all the longing of wanting him for over a year, with the need to let him know that she was falling for him hard and fast, but too afraid to say it. Hell, she’d been falling in love with him from the day they’d met.
    His thrusts picked up speed and he tilted