Free The Fighter's Secretary by Ann Mayburn Page A

her hips until he hit her g-spot, making her tense and moan as he ran the thick ridge of the head of his cock over and over that spot.
    “Come for me,” he whispered against her lips. “Let me feel that tight pussy suck at my cock.”
    It was as if her body obeyed Dallas and she threw her head back as she began to come, those wonderful bright lights sparkling behind her eyelids again as she swore she might be dying of pleasure. He slammed into her, drawing her orgasm out, making her cry out and shudder when he finally stiffened, then joined her with his own release as he flooded her sex with his seed. His cock jerked hard enough inside of her that she could feel it and those pulses matched the fading contractions of her orgasm, making her twitch and gasp.
    With a soft sigh of complete contentment he rolled them over on their side, his hard dick still buried in her. He tucked her against him, smoothing her hair off her sweaty face and placing a kiss on her brow as they both panted. She reached up and ran her hand over his shoulder, his bicep, his forearm, unable to get enough of touching him.
    When she could finally speak she whispered, “Wow,” in a rough voice.
    He laughed and slowly pulled out, the burn making her wince. “Did I hurt you?”
    “No, I mean yes, but not in a bad way.” She scooted closer to him, not wanting to have anything separating them. “That was amazing.”
    With a grunt he rolled off the bed and she lay there with her arms and legs flung out, staring out the windows of his room at the water below. She had no idea how long she’d been watching the lights glitter on the ocean, but when something hot and damp pressed against her pussy she jumped.
    Laughing, Dallas gently pushed her back. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to clean you up.”
    She went to grab the towel, flushing at the intimacy of the act. “I can do that.”
    He blocked her hand. “I know you can, but let me do it. Taking care of you makes me…happy.”
    Well, she couldn’t argue with that and his gentle touch felt good so she relaxed and let him care for her. None of her previous boyfriends had ever done that, cleaned her up after sex. It was always something she took care of while they rolled over and went to sleep. Now she was the one wanting to roll over and sleep as the day and all its stress crashed around her. When Dallas moved her over to pull down the sheets, then tucked her under them she could barely keep her eyes open. Then his warmth pressed into her and he pulled her close, cuddling around her then let out the biggest sigh she’d ever heard.
    “Night,” he murmured against her shoulder.
    Before she could even respond sleep took over.

Chapter 6
    Amanda took Dallas’s hand as he helped her out of the limo, regretting already that she’d agreed to come to the launch of his new sportswear for women line. On either side of the red carpet stood gorgeous professional models in workout gear with perfect bodies and gleaming smiles. As she moved to stand next to Dallas she couldn’t help but feel frumpy in comparison.
    Dallas had woken her this morning with some fantastic sex while restrained to his bed. He then fed her, bathed her, and basically pampered her within an inch of her life, which is probably why she’d allowed him to pick the dress she was currently wearing. It was sooooo not her usual conservative style and she had to resist the urge to tug at the short skirt of the exquisite Monique Lhuiller amethyst lace cocktail dress. It was a beautiful dress that complimented her pale skin and dark hair, but she wasn’t used to wearing anything so revealing. Usually at these events she was in the background, the ever efficient personal assistant making sure Dallas had everything he needed.
    Now she was trying to smile as she stood next to Dallas, who tonight wore a trendy gray suit with a tie that went well with her dress. She’d talked him out of buying her extravagant diamonds to wear