Page 29 of More Than A Boss

“You’re not going to deflect here, Mr. Dunn! No matter what happens, you need to know that you didn’t cause this. There is nothing you could have done any differently,” Allie said reassuringly.

“Whatever,” he said, flippantly informing Allie that she had not convinced him that he wasn’t to blame.

“Zane!” she said threateningly.

“Allie!” he returned innocently. He leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips. There was an immediate response in her core. She deepened the kiss.

“Oh, Allie, what am I going to do about you? Huh? I need to keep my wits about me and you make that near to impossible,” he said quietly.

He reached under her sweater to massage her breast, lightly teasing her nipple through her shear silky bra. With her fingers entangled in his thick dark hair, she pulled him toward her for a kiss. He plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth. Soon, he was drawn irresistibly down to where his hand had just been. Pulling the bra aside to take her ripened fruit into his mouth, he drank of her. While suckling, he unzipped her jeans, pulling them down just enough to allow him to reach his hand inside her panties to thumb her labia. Feeling how wet she already was added an urgency to please her. He tugged her jeans all the way off and tossed them aside. Licking and kissing his way down her flat belly, he arrived at her mound of dark curling hair and dipped his finger just below into her moist center. Parting the lips of her labia, keeping his thumb on her clitoris, he inserted his middle finger into her vagina and stimulated her in multiple ways until she was writhing under his expert hands. He skillfully teased her until she exploded, her body bucking as she spasmed and called out his name.

After her tremors subsided, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it, then slowly unzipped his jeans. Sensually, she kissed his belly, her lips following the trail of dark hair to his pubic bone until arriving at his large, engorged erection. She used both hands, one to cup his testicles and the other to grasp his phallus. Starting gently, then more forcefully, she pumped until he was thrusting with each pull on his manhood. Her long hair tickled his belly and thighs, creating jolts of sensation. When she licked the tip of his manhood, he shuddered as he erupted in ecstasy and complete abandon, the orgasm continuing for some time as he ejaculated.

Allie crawled back up to lay her head on the pillow next to Zane, facing him as he rolled onto his side toward her. He felt completely satiated and content, lying there next to this beautiful creature. Her pale, flawless skin and delicate features made him feel like a warrior wanting to protect his woman. He could stay right here forever, he thought, but Allie had different ideas.

“OK, let’s go into that fabulous kitchen of yours so you can feed me! How’s that sound?” she asked.

“Not as exciting as laying here with you, but nevertheless a great idea.” He smiled and planted one last kiss on the tip of her nose and jumped out of bed. She admired his strong muscular back tapering down to his toned naked buttocks as he strode into the bathroom.

He returned a short time later, just as Allie was rising from the bed, and said, “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready. How does my signature grilled cheese sandwich and canned tomato soup sound?”

“Like a gourmet meal at the moment!” she laughed.

“Great. I’ll meet you down in the kitchen.”

“OK!”

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Allie entered the kitchen just as Zane was ladling the soup into two ceramic bowls. Already on the counter were two buttery grilled sandwiches with cheese oozing out from between the thick browned bread.

“Looks yummy!” Allie said, sitting at the bar.

“My specialty. I feed this to all of my lady friends. Hooks them every time!” he said, winking at her.

“Well, I will make sure to resist,” Allie retorted.

“Don’t blame you for trying.” Coming up behind her with the soup, he set the bowls down and sprinkled Parmesan cheese and croutons on top. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he hugged her tight to his chest, sticking his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. “I would like to bottle your scent so I could bring it out to smell on those lonely nights when you’re not in my arms.”

“Food, Zane, food. Stay focused!” she joked.

She picked up her soup spoon and dug in. “I never thought soup from a can could taste so good!” she said.

“See, I told you women can’t resist. It’s all over for you now, Allie!”

“I’m much stronger than that,” she quipped back. After lunch, Allie retired to her upstairs bedroom to make a few calls. Kat followed her up and jumped on the bed and began kneading the comforter. Allie sat on an overstuffed club chair. The side table next to her chair had a crystal reading lamp, which, to offset the gloom, she switched on. It cast a warm glow over the room.

Now that she was alone, she had time to process all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. She looked out over the view from her cozy bedroom and shivered. Yesterday she had felt relatively safe in her world, and now she felt uneasy, exposed, and vulnerable. She got up and closed the blinds to the sliding glass doors and checked the lock. Even with all the security, she just couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She had to remind herself that she was not alone. Zane was right downstairs.

She called her mom first. Of course, Sarah had already heard from Casey about the events from the night before. Allie insisted that she was absolutely safe, and that Sarah shouldn’t worry.

“Allie, how do you expect me not to worry? I’m your mother,” Sarah said, just like Allie was ten years old. As soon as Allie had heard her mother’s voice on the phone, she wanted to cry. She felt like a child again. However, she did not want to frighten her mom more than she already was, so she put on a brave front.

“Mom, the police are involved. We have Darcy investigating, and Zane happens to have a very impressive security system,” she offered.

“Honey, I will feel so much better when this trial is over. You should think about finding another career—something safe and boring.” Her mother sounded distraught.

“Mom, that is a little extreme, wouldn’t you say?” She tried to reason, “This is not the norm for a paralegal.”

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