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sessions earlier that morning were even better. I had to admit that the man was a smooth operator. Drake protected us—except that first time because we were too far-gone to stop. I prayed that his seed didn’t find a home inside of one of my eggs. I wanted children, but, I wanted to be married before I had them.
    Drake had just added a second serving to his plate. He seemed to have a hearty appetite, or that was the norm for him? I really didn’t know him that well, but I wanted to.
    “This was delicious, Drake. You’re an excellent cook—as well as other things,” I said, pushing my empty plate aside after having a second helping of empanadillas . “I’m stuffed.”
     Drake cleaned his fork with a satisfied purr. His glance drifted across my face, settled on my lips, and then slid up to my eyes. He licked his lips, and his tongue slid back and forth—teasing me terribly.
    “Bella, I like fucking you as well. You have the sweetest pussy. Warm, dewy, just the right fit to hold me in snug and tight. Your breasts can entertain me for hours. Your passions stimulate me, and let’s not forget that sweet ass of yours.”
     He grabbed the robe and tugged me closer. His lips captured mine, kissing me with a demanding hunger that said let’s get it on again. His thumbs drew circles around my areolas, until the nipples peaked and ached. I closed my eyes on a moan when he caught the lobe of my right ear between his teeth. “Let’s fuck. I’m famished.”
    “Drake!” he startled me by his boldness.
    His lips took possession of my right nipple and sucked and lavished it, until a searing heat radiated down my body. He moved lower, licking his way straight toward my quivering core.
    “ Querdio , we have… ahh , to clean up this kitchen,” I moaned, as every part of my body cried out for satisfaction.
    His fingers were driving me crazy. My need for us to become one dripped down my thighs.
    “My cleaning lady will take care of the kitchen, Bella. Hacer el amor conmigo — make love to me,” he said so eloquently that I dripped a little more to my utter embarrassment.
    We did it right there in the kitchen. He sat me on top of the granite counter top and ripped open my robe and buried his face between my breasts. Drake dropped his pajamas; and as they sagged at his ankles, he entered me before I could protest. I’d never been made love to in quite that way. His erection was rock-hard. His penetration was rough and deep as he stretched me sweetly. My Spanish blood was on fire for his loving as I gave as good as I received.
    Hot, hot, hot!
    Drake’s appetite was insatiable, and as hot as any Latino men. We made love in every room of his house except the mud room and garage. Sunday morning, we eventually cleaned the kitchen, made dinner together like an old married couple, and fell back into bed for more loving.
    After our marathon rounds of making love, I rested my head against Drake’s chest; our limbs were still entangled as our bodies cooled down. My fingers played with the curly hair on his chest thinking about how good it felt to be with him like this. I’d never done this before—sleep with my boss.
    Later, Drake opened up to me.
    “Bella, it is lonely at the top, being CEO of Hart Enterprises. The company was started by my great-grandfather, Benjamin Michael Hart, and passed on down the line until my father, Drake Steven, Sr. I took over the reign three years ago, so he can retire and spend more time with my mother. It’s a big shoe to fill, but I’m more than up for the challenge.”
    “You’re doing a great job running the company. Everyone I’ve spoken to thinks so, and you’re highly respected.” I raised my head to gaze into his shimmering eyes.
    “But at the expense of my personal life. I don’t have one, Bella. You’re the first woman I’ve indulged with in an office affair. I’ve always made it a practice to not date anyone on my staff,” Drake confessed, his sexy as hell voice took on a