Yuma [Wolfe Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page B

sending her orgasms higher and higher until his body tightened, and he leaned down, bit her neck, and came.
    He rested his weight half on her, half off. Breathing heavily, he tried to regain his sanity as he came off the wildest orgasm of his life. Holy hell, she’d been the hottest fuck of his life. Who would have known that quiet, shy Madison James was a little tigress?
    Her squirming pulled him out of his thoughts as he moved his body to lie beside her. His arms pulled her tight against him. Still breathing roughly, he drew his lips against hers.
    “I am under the impression that you enjoy a good spanking,” he softly whispered against her hair.
    “Mmm, I think so.” He watched her as she glanced down at her watch. “I guess I need to get going. I’ve taken enough of your time up.” He kept her still as she tried wiggling out from under him. “Yuma, I have to go,” she whispered as she moved against him.
    “Why?”
    “I need to feed my cat, Flucky.”
    “You don’t have a cat. You’re allergic.” His smile was mocking her. “Try again.” Long fingers traced down until they were brushing lightly against her nipple.
    “I need to get to bed. I have date tomorrow night and a lot to do before the date.” He tensed up against her as she spoke.
    “With whom?” He grunted as he pulled away from her. She thought she could walk away from him that easily? He stomped away to begin pulling on his clothes. He was kind enough to toss hers to her as well.
    “You know that new guy in the accounting department? Jim Wells?” She wiggled into her leather skirt and her cami. “He stopped by my desk the other day.”
    He stared at her, mouth open and amazed that she would even consider going out with that short little weasel. “Why are you dating that blowhard?”
    She looked down at her stockings—they were shot now. Somewhere along the way, she’d snagged the snot out of them. She pulled one off then the other before sliding her feet into her black leather stilettos. With her “power shoes” back on, she felt more in control. “We’re not technically dating. We are going out tomorrow night.” One hand settled on her hip. “You know, dinner and a movie thing.”
    “But why him? You could have gotten with any of the guys at work.”
    “But, Yuma—they don’t want to go out with the boss’s fat daughter.” She laughed at her own joke. Well, it wasn’t really a joke. She’d heard some of the men talking around a vending machine and that was mentioned. She moved to pull the door open, but was stopped and pressed up against it. Her feet nowhere near touching the ground.
    “You are not fat!” He cursed between clenched teeth as he turned her and pressed her against the door.
    She’d never known that he could talk between clenched teeth like that. Oh shit, he is pissed, she thought, wondering what the problem was. “Put me down before you break your damned back!” Panicked, she couldn’t believe that he’d held her up for that long. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his undeniable response, hard and wanting, against her. It caused her to whimper against him.
    “You are curvy and soft, the way a woman is supposed to be. I don’t want to fuck a stick.” He thrust his cock against her again. “I want to fuck you.” His lips caught hers in a torrid crush, staking his ownership. His tongue thrust in against hers, rubbing and taunting as he kept her pinned against him. He held the kiss till neither of them could breathe then slid his mouth down the column of her neck. Breathing roughly, he nibbled there.
    “Break the date,” he demanded as she tried to control her responses to his touch.
    “No,” she replied softly as she pushed against him. “This has been a moment out of time, Yuma. Monday, I’m your secretary again.”
    “If that’s the way you want it, fine.” He gently set her on her feet then stepped away from her. He did not look happy about the turn of events, and she