Free All The Queen's Men (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver

got up, turned her around, and hauled her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry. Straight up the stairs and into his room he carried her. They fair stripped each other, hands shaking, before Josh pushed her onto the bed, face down.
    He did not remove the plug. He made her keep her legs together and thrust into her pussy from behind. She had always liked penetration in this position, but she’d never done it with a plug inside her before. She quickly lost all focus and control, feeling Josh’s powerful body intent on driving into her, his muscles taut, his movements jerky and urgent.
    Having so recently been satisfied, it took her longer to reach orgasm. It gave her time to appreciate and feel and experience and concentrate on what Josh did and what he liked. She was distracted from it by a surge in that warm, sweet ache that swelled up into her chest, across her back and down her legs.
    Josh must have been able to feel her escalation. He let out a low murmur of arousal. His motions changed from erratic to determined, driving deep and hard. He came a moment before she did, when she broke into a fevered pulsing much faster and chaotic than usual. The sensations travelled up his shaft and tightened into a bright point once more, breaking open and leveling her all over again.
    It felt like a year before she took her first breath. Josh was kissing the back of her neck, and she hummed, replete.
    She felt him smile against her skin. “Apology accepted.”
    They moved on to the shower, planning the rest of their day. The pair of them headed back to the resort to check on Scott’s progress with the computer system.
    This was yet another block of time she couldn’t tell Gregory Hughes about. They’d found Beverly in tears, and Scott looking exasperated.
    “I’m sorry,” Scott told Beverly. “If there were any other way, I’d try it. But right now, these DriveRate people have total access to everything. Payroll, scheduling, hell, even the psych evaluations. The only way to cut them off is to start over from scratch on an enclosed system.”
    Beverly sobbed, but in this, Amanda knew she could be of use. She told Beverly, “I’ve been through some messy hacking stuff and software crashes at the bank. Scott and I will get this figured out. Please go home. Get some rest. You need a break.”
    Amanda had picked up the phone to call security. She asked that Beverly be escorted home by an officer and someone from the spa to make sure she ate something decent, had a massage, and then went to bed.
    It was only afterward, when she found Josh staring at her with a mildly amused, speculative expression, that she realized she might have overstepped her bounds by a few miles.
    Josh said, “Kinda’ bossy.”
    “Sorry, but someone has to take care of her. This place can’t function without Beverly.”
    Her unplanned commands had their desired effect. Josh took Beverly in hand to make sure Amanda’s orders were followed. Scott seemed relieved to have her help, and in the two hours she spent listening to him prioritize their task, Amanda learned that Scott Milazzo had not ridden his father’s coattails into billionaire-ville. Though he sometimes expressed himself in unorthodox ways, he was probably the most logical thinker she had ever encountered. Also the most organized. But he was tired and run down. Pale. Once again, she got the impression that his health might not be wonderful.
    Under the circumstances, she had to ask the obvious question. “Scott, have they tested your blood yet?”
    “Yeah. Don’t worry. I know how this looks, but it’s not from drugs. It’s the tail end of leukemia. I went into remission about five months ago, but I still get drag-ass tired when I overdo it. And I know you want to wig out on me right now, but you’re not going to. Because it embarrasses me and there’s work to do.”
    She very meekly went back to work, though she watched him like a nanny hawk from then on out.
    Dinner with Josh never