Free Expecting the Boss's Baby by Leanne Banks Page A

mentally understood and believed all of this, but his libido and need to possess her taunted him relentlessly.
    The scent of a delicious home-cooked meal and chocolate chip cookies greeted him when he opened the door. “Oh, God,” he said. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
    “Welcome,” she said and regarded him with a smile that made him wonder what inspired it. She wore a little skirt that captured and held his attention. Kate had great legs, he thought again. Slim ankles, curvy calves, and silky thighs, and in between them, he remembered, her femininity forming a wet, snug, velvet welcome to him.
    Michael grew hard and stifled a sigh. He loosened his collar. “What’s the occasion?”
    “Farewell dinner,” she said.
    Everything inside him stopped. “What?”
    “My parents are descending tomorrow,” she said with a lopsided smile.
    Michael relaxed slightly.
    “Do you like beef stew?”
    “Yes.” Michael watched the mind-bending swing of her hips as she walked toward the counter. The scent of delicious food and the sight of her delicious backside combined to form the opposing sensations of complete satisfaction and complete frustration. Soon, he promised himself, he would be consuming more than Kate’s food.
    After they shared the meal, he sat back replete. Kate shooed away his offer to help remove the dishes. She took care of them quickly, then leveled a gaze on him.
    He felt an odd sensation in his gut at the intent expression in her eyes. She looked like a woman with a mission as she walked toward him.
    “I think I need to pass on a thank you.”
    He frowned. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean the home for unwed teenage mothers called to thank me for the twenty computers that arrived today along with a quarter-million-dollar donation.”
    Michael shrugged. “What does that have to do with me?”
    “I believe you,” she said, pointing her index finger at his chest, “are responsible.”
    Her blue eyes searched his. “I had just told you about the home’s needs and the following day the computers and funds arrive. Too much of a coincidence.”
    “I’m sure the home’s been begging for help from everyone. Any number of people could have chosen them for a tax write-off.”
    Impatience flashed in her eyes. “I’m not going to let you reduce this to a tax write-off.”
    “I can’t take responsibility for this,” Michael said, thinking of the oath of secrecy he and his friends had taken.
    Confusion furrowed her brow. “Are you saying you had nothing to do with the recent donations?”
    “I’m not personally responsible,” he said carefully.
    “And if you were somehow involved, your complete motivation would have been for the tax write-off,” she said, clearly frustrated with his reticence. “Okay, well just in case you know someone who was partly responsible, I’d like you togive them a message.” She leaned her slim sexy body into his and pressed her lips to his mouth. “Tell him I said it was very nice.” She brushed her lips back and forth over his. “Tell him I said thank you.”
    Kate opened her mouth and Michael felt as if she’d set his clothes on fire. She rubbed her wicked open mouth over his, darting her tongue out to taste him until his brain went into complete meltdown.
    Michael took over the kiss, devouring her mouth the way he wanted to consume all of her. She tasted like chocolate chip cookies and her body held the promise of pure satisfaction. His blood racing through his bloodstream, he ran his hands down her sides to her bottom and drew her into the cradle of his thighs.
    She wriggled slightly against him and a groan escaped his throat. Sliding his fingertips beneath her panties, he touched her silky bare skin.
    She pulled his tie loose and tugged at his shirt buttons, and it dimly occurred to him that if this was how Kate reacted to a charitable donation, he might become the biggest philanthropist in St. Albans.
    He pulled her shirt loose, then backed down onto the