His Four Poster Bed (Bedroom Secrets Series Book 2) (7 page)

“That’s quite an offer Mr. Amador,” I said, as he raised himself up above me and sheathed himself before sliding inside my body.

“For you,” he said, his voice lowering and eyes closing. “For you,” he said. I cried out as he pushed in and out of me driving me again towards the rawest pleasure I’d ever known.

Morning light filled Marco’s bedroom, I awoke to find myself tangled in his sheets, our legs intertwined. Black scarves tied to the posts above our head, clothes draped across the floor.

The sky outside the pale blue gray of early morning. I glanced at the clock on his night stand and sat up with a start.

The tasteful silver hands on the clock read 8:00 a.m., which meant I had thirty minutes to get dressed, get downtown, and get myself to the hospital in time for the morning staff meeting. It was a Wednesday, and I typically did a read out on the latest patient results which meant I needed at least ten minutes to review the numbers so I didn’t look like a bloody idiot in front of the team.

I slipped out of bed, covering myself with one of Marco’s beautiful gray sheets. I have no idea why I bothered to cover my skin, I remembered quite clearly he’d tasted and touched almost every inch of my body the night before. We’d had sex three times, twice on the bed, and once on the floor on a pile of blankets. I remembered telling Marco I had to go home a few different times but he had distracted me with his mouth, or had it been his rock hard cock. I remembered wanting to close my eyes for just one minute. Just one minute apparently meant all night.

How had I allowed myself to spend the night? This was so unlike me. I had chosen to have sex with him and lose control in his bedroom but I didn’t want that choice to extend to my job.

I rubbed my temples as I found my panties, my skirt and my blouse. I started to button up my blouse realizing there was nothing but torn fabric. The memory of buttons plinking as they bounced on the hardwood floor came to me. Damn Marco and his hot sex. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time especially when I had assumed I’d be going home before heading into the office.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Marco said, from the bed.

I turned around to see him propped up on pillows. His chest revealed, I resisted the urge to move towards him and run my fingertips across those perfectly toned muscles, to trace my tongue along the lines of his tattooed sleeve.

“I can buy my own clothes, thank you very much,” I said, allowing a grin to escape me.

“Of course you can,” he said. “It’s a pity to see you with clothes on. I think you’re gorgeous of course, but it’s a pity.” He lifted the sheets revealing more of his toned body and an enormous erection. “Come back to bed, Odessa,” he said.

“I have to work,” I said, resisting the urge to move towards him.

“Call in sick.”

“I take care of children,” I said. “I don’t call in sick.”

“Of course. You’re right. I’m a selfish bastard,” he said, lowering the sheet. “Honestly, I think the work you do is brilliant and meaningful, I envy that.” He closed his eyes.

“Oh come now,” I said, rounding the bed to sit beside him. I allowed myself to reach out and touch the swirling tattoo on his arm. “It can’t be that bad, being the son of a billionaire.” I leaned over and kissed him. “Why don’t you figure out something to do with all of your billions while I’m at work. You poor little rich boy.” I giggled.

“I deserved that,” he said, smiling as he kissed me.

The touch of his lips against mine was electric. I knew this from experience but still the touch of him left me breathless and tingling. He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him managing to slide my body almost on top of his easily.

“You are a naughty boy,” I said, laughing through our kiss. “I need to go to work and I need to find something suitable to wear so I don’t flash my colleagues.”

“Don’t you just wear scrubs all day?”

“I do wear scrubs, but I also wear normal clothes,” I kissed him again, pushing my tongue inside his mouth, he moaned and I felt his grip on my body tighten. “Lucky for you I have a set in my locker. I’ll be fine.” I glanced at the clock, 8:15 a.m. If there was no traffic, I could be at the hospital in thirty minutes, which would give me a few minutes to change and prep. I would keep my jacket on, it wasn’t the worst situation, at least my skirt was still intact. A small miracle.

“Will you come back again, Odessa Starr?” Marco asked me, pulling away. He reached up and held my face in his hands. “I’d like to have dinner with you. Breakfast with you even, I’d like to bury my face between your legs at least once or twice more before you break my heart.”

“What makes you think I’ll break your heart?” I asked. “You’re the one who is supposed to be the heart breaker around here.”

He held my face, his thumb stroking my cheek.

“It’s rare that I find something or someone in my life that I really truly want,” he said. “I want you, you know that.”

Marco looked at me with his gorgeous brown eyes. There was something about his gaze that unsettled me. He looked at me with desire, but there was something more in his eyes, an emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

I knew one thing for sure. I had to concentrate to stop myself from reaching out and taking his hand. I wanted to pull him close and promise to never leave him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him that we’d be together forever.

I froze unsure what to do with these feelings.

“Thank you for last night,” I said, leaning down and kissing him. I allowed my lips to linger longer than I should and I felt his hands sliding up my back. “You are going to make me late,” I said, slapping his hand away.

“All right, all right. Go to work you amazing woman,” Marco said.

Then holding my blouse closed I slipped out his bedroom door.

“Good morning,” a voice greeted me from the kitchen. I froze holding my blouse closed and my high heels in the other hand.

“Good morning?” I turned to see Veronica sitting at the breakfast bar. Son of a bitch, this was becoming really annoying.

“I’m sorry, I can see I have startled you,” she said. She sat at the long black kitchen bar a large porcelain cup of what smelled like herbal tea in front of her. She stirred the liquid with a single silver spoon as she watched me.

“I didn’t realize we weren’t alone,” I said, my pulse racing. I was tempted to yell for Marco but I did not have time for this shit show. “So, do you live here?”

“Sometimes,” she said, nodding across the room towards Marco’s bedroom. “It’s complicated.” She wrinkled her nose as if this was a silly little joke.

“I’ll bet it is,” I said mimicking her nose wrinkle. “How long have you been here?” I asked, bracing myself for her response.

“All night long,” she said, in a singsong voice as she stirred her tea.

I thought about all the moaning and screaming and I was instantly incredibly pissed off. How dare Marco allow me to moan and scream without revealing that there was another woman within earshot. And if he hadn’t known he should have warned me that another woman
might
be near. I thought about turning around and barging back into his bedroom but I was afraid of providing her yet another show by yelling and screaming. I would not give this gorgeous woman the satisfaction.

“Apologies if I disrupted your sleep,” I said. “I was just leaving.”

“I’m not his lover,” she said. “I’m his colleague. I travel a lot for the business and Marco allows me to stay here when I’m in Seattle. Marco’s life is complicated. You should know that before you get any more involved.”

“Right, well, whatever, that’s wonderful. Good to know,” I said, walking to the elevator and pressing the down button. I knew I sounded bitchy but I couldn’t help it. What was this cryptic bullshit anyway? Marco didn’t seem that complicated. He was a billionaire who was used to getting what he wanted and he had some gorgeous woman who sometimes stayed at his place, and I now had twenty-five minutes to make it downtown to the hospital. I was going to be late. Late, annoyed, and afraid I was already regretting the best sex I had ever had in my whole life. I had promised Marco dinner and more, and once again I was wondering if it was stupid to trust him.

“We should talk more,” she said, sipping her tea and shrugging.

“Another time,” I said, as the elevator doors opened. I turned and waved, one hand on my blouse; I hoped I looked strong and unaffected instead of rattled and in danger of exposing my sexy bra to a stranger. “Have a great day.”

“Cheers.”

The elevator doors closed.

Cheers. Damn that was so much cooler than have a great day.

Traffic cooperated and I found myself running from the parking lot to the locker room of the hospital, clutching my blouse.

A quick check of my emergency backup clothes revealed the supply I kept on hand for nights with Dr. Mike had not failed me.

I brushed my hair, pulled on a long sleeved black sweater and pants. I shuffled around the bottom of my locker looking for my ballet flats . . . and nothing. I eyeballed my heels. Fine. I never wore heels on the job, but with five minutes to spare this would have to be an exception. I had burned through all my prep time with that awkward conversation with Veronica. I would definitely be talking to Marco about that weirdness. My body wanted him again and my mind was telling me that there was something wrong with this gorgeous employee hanging around his bedroom situation. I was willing to lose control in his bed, but I would not be made a fool by him or any man.

I was three minutes late for the meeting and slipped into the room taking the only open seat right next to Dr. Mike.

“You’re late,” he said, leaning toward me stating the obvious. He looked well rested and had a green juice on the table in front of him. I assumed he’d biked into work, it was a ten mile ride and something he prided himself on doing daily.

“I overslept,” I lied as Marcia Kim displayed the day’s agenda. This meeting was for a broader group of doctor’s.

“Nice sweater,” Dr. Mike said, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the one you keep at work?” He asked. I knew what he was asking me, but I ignored it. Why did you use your emergency close stash Odessa? Where were you? Who were you with? Once again, I felt like an idiot for starting an office romance.

“I took that stuff home,” I said, taking a sip of coffee and resisting the urge to tell Dr. Mike that what I wore and who I fucked now were none of his business but that would have been disruptive.

“Come on Odessa, you can tell me what is going on,” he whispered as Marcia started to recap the hospital financials. “Looks like you had quite a night unless you’ve decided to start wearing heels to work.”

“So nice of you to notice my footwear, I’m trying to listen here, do you mind?” Screw him and his judgments.

I shifted my chair so my back was to Dr. Mike and focused on Marcia just as she summarized the details of Marco’s donation. So, Dr. Mike could tell I hadn’t slept at home. I hadn’t thought about that part of my plan. My backup clothes were known, known to the man I had previously been sleeping with. It was a stupid mistake but it was still none of his damn business what I did.