Free CEO's Expectant Secretary by Leanne Banks Page A

carrying her into his bedroom. He set her on his big bed and pushed his pants the rest of the way down. His gaze fixed on hers.
    “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about having you in my bed here,” he muttered and slid his hand between her thighs, finding her secret wetness. His mouth dipped to hers, his tongue taunting and exploring the same way his fingers were teasing her femininity,making her breathless and almost shockingly needy for him.
    The wanting in her tightened like a strong coil, pushing her higher and higher. She stroked desperately at his flexed arms and shoulders. His harsh breaths mingled with hers.
    “Brock,” she said, a mixture of a plea and demand.
    One second later, he slid inside. His gaze, dark with arousal, held hers as he thrust. Unable to hold back, she arched toward him and felt herself come apart in fits and starts. He kept thrusting, driving her higher than she’d thought possible until one last time, he stiffened inside her and his climax vibrated all the way to her core.
    She held on tight, stunned by the ferocity of their lovemaking. His heart pounded against hers and his breath blew over her bare shoulder. She felt his strength and power in every cell of her being and never wanted to let go of the sensation.
    After a few more breaths, he let out a long sigh and eased to his side, still holding her in his arms. “From now on,” he said, “you’ll sleep in here with me.”
     
    The next morning, Elle was awakened by a sound. She opened her eyes to the sight of Brock dressed and picking up his BlackBerry from its charger. A tiny ray of sunlight peeked through the shade on the window.
    Shaking off her sleepiness, she sat up. “Where are you going?”
    He glanced at her. “Where I go almost every Saturday,” he said. “To the office. I need to review some new suggestions that came in yesterday for one of our major accounts. No need for you to get up. I’ll be back late thisafternoon. Enjoy your day,” he said and walked out of the room.
    Elle stared after him, stunned at his perfunctory attitude. Frowning, she halfway wondered if he was the same man who’d made love to her with such passion last night. Last night he’d acted as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Today he acted as if he couldn’t get away from her fast enough.
    She’d felt the enormous connection between them click back into place last night. She’d been sure their lovemaking represented a turning point. Now she wasn’t sure at all. Brock was so distant. Even when they’d been having their affair in the office, he’d acted warmer than this. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself as if she felt a sudden chill.
    He still didn’t trust her, she realized, feeling a knot form in her stomach. She shouldn’t be surprised. Even though he had sold her on the idea that they could overcome what she had done for the sake of the baby, he clearly wasn’t there yet. She couldn’t help wondering if he ever would be. Sinking back down onto the bed, she dozed for a while, trying to escape her lost, afraid feelings. After some bizarre dreams, Elle threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. She refused to be a wuss. There were much worse things she could be facing. Now wasn’t the time to cower under the covers. Now was time to try to make her marriage work, and she’d start with the house. Today she would work on redoing the den.
    The first thing she ditched was the heavy drapes. The housekeeper gasped when she saw Elle on a chair, pulling them down.
    “Mrs. Maddox, what on earth are you doing?” Anna asked.
    “Brock told me to pick a room and redecorate it. I’ve chosen this one,” she said.
    The housekeeper’s eyes widened. “Oh, my. Has he, uh, discussed this with the senior Mrs. Maddox?”
    “I don’t think so,” Elle said. “But he said he didn’t think his mother would mind if I redid one room. It won’t be as if I’m taking over the entire house.”
    “True,” the