by Holly Jaymes
I wanted him to let go, “Do you want to touch me?”
“More than I want my next breath.”
Ohhh…his words were like a caress against my core. I ached with a need only he could fulfill. “I want that too.”
“Your next breath or for me to touch you?” His body was radiating tension, like a coil so tight it was about to break.
“For you to touch me,” I barely had the words out when his hands were on me, and his lips were consuming mine. My body filled with liquid heat as he pushed me back against the table.
“Please tell me you’re sure,” he said as his hands slid under my shirt and touched my skin.
“I’m positive,” my fingers shook as I worked the buttons of his shirt loose.
He tugged my shirt over my head. “Fucking fantastic,” he murmured when he saw my breasts. He kissed the top of one and then the other while he unfastened my bra clasp and pulled the fabric away.
He held one breast in the palm of his hand, “Magnificent.” Then he leaned over and sucked on my tender nipple. I cried out as pleasure shot through me. “I’ll hate myself if, when this is done, you have regrets,” he said as he laved his tongue over the other nipple.
“I’ll hate you if you don’t keep touching me,” I was sure I’d die if he didn’t keep going.
He straightened, pulled me off the table, undid my shorts, and pushed them, along with my panties, down. He did it quickly and efficiently, an indication he’d had lots of practice. I pushed away the self-doubt that his skill, compared to my own limited experience, brought.
He maneuvered me back onto the table, and then dropped to his knees, pushing my thighs apart.
“Same color,” he murmured “and wet, so wet.”
What was it with men and wanting to know if a redhead’s pubic hair was the same as their regular hair? Was it a check to determine if the color was real? Did that happen to blondes too? But I didn’t have time to ask as he dragged a finger through my folds, flicking over my clit, effectively pushing all intellectual thoughts out of my head.
I gasped and ran my fingers through his cropped, dark hair, urging him to take what his position between my thighs promised.
He followed his finger with his tongue, humming out an “mmmm” sound. Or maybe it was me moaning because his hot tongue on my center was the most delicious feeling.
“You taste divine,” he used his tongue on me again. He must have been toying with me before, because all at once, his mouth was on me, devouring me.
I cried out as heat shot through me. He was sucking my clit, and then his tongue was pushing inside me. It was a barrage of pleasure and torment all mixed together as need coiled tighter and tighter in my center.
“Oh God…Nate,” I felt like I was going to combust.
“You going to come?”
“Yes, don’t stop…” I pushed his head back to my pussy.
His fingers spread my pussy lips, and then his tongue was on me again, fucking me until my hips were rocking. He thrust his tongue inside me, and then rubbed my clit with his nose, and everything went white-hot as my orgasm blasted through me.
I cried out, my body writhing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I was gasping for breath when he stood, tossed a condom on the table, and then undid his pants, shoving them with his briefs down, down, down.
I looked at his dick, so long and thick and amazing. God had been extremely generous to him.
I reached out and stroked him, but he growled and pushed my hand away, “Sorry. No time for that.” He sheathed himself and then stepped between my legs. “Tell me again you want this, Hallie.”
I placed my hands on his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. “I want this Nate.” Oh God, how I wanted him. Even after the most amazing orgasm, I wanted more.
He hooked his arm under my knee and lifted my leg higher as he pressed his cock to my entrance.
He looked at me like he needed reassurance again.
“Fuck me, Nate,” I didn’t know how else to say it and begging seemed more accurate anyway. “Please, Nate, please.”
He let out a low, feral growl and pushed inside me. Holy hell he was thick and long, and each delicious inch he filled me with was like getting closer to heaven itself.
“Yes, God Nate…so good.”
He withdrew and then slid in again, steady, deep.
“More…” I dropped my head back, as need ratcheted up.
He thrust again and again, each time a little bit faster, with a little bit more force. His voice rained down over me, “Fuck…I’m going to come.”
I lay back on the table, no longer having the strength to hold myself to him. I gripped his hands that were holding hard to my hips as he let go of his control and chased his own release. It was spectacular to watch him move. Power and grace, all coiling tighter and tighter. His face grimaced in pleasure and pain.
He groaned, “Come on, Hallie...come on my cock.”
His words pushed my own need up to the edge. I teetered for a moment, and then he thrust in, ground his pelvis against my clit, sending me soaring into oblivion.
I cried out as my orgasm slammed into me again. He yelled, as his own release took control, and he thrust inside me, again, and again, drawing out my pleasure until finally, he collapsed. He fell forward, resting on one hand on the table next to me. He lowered my leg and then set his other hand on the table.
He took long heaving breaths, not much different from mine.
“Oh fuck,” he said between harsh breaths.
Was that a good or bad ‘oh fuck’?
He lifted his head, “You okay?”
I nodded, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“No reason.”
“Are you okay?” I asked, not sure how to read the situation.
“I’m fucking awesome,” he grinned and kissed my mouth with his soft, teasing lips. Finally, he straightened and held out his hand to help me sit up. He kissed me again, but our breaths were still labored, and he broke away. “When I catch my breath, I’ll want to do that again.”
“I’m ready now.”
He laughed, pressing his palms to my cheeks, “Perhaps you’re the one with all the sexual prowess.”
Book 2: Chapter 9—Complications of Sex
Chapter Nine: Complications of Sex
Nate
I woke to a painful woody and images of fucking Hallie. Had it all been a dream? I turned my head and, holy fuck, it wasn’t a dream. Hallie was in my bed. A flood of images filled my head; fucking Hallie on the kitchen table, taking a swim and fucking her in the pool, and finally, bringing her to my bed, and yes having her there too. Her body was lush, soft, tight, and I had to have her again.
I reached over to my bedside table to get a condom. I sheathed my fully erect dick and moved in behind her, spooning her, and lightly caressing her arm, down and over her hip. Her skin was so soft and warm.
“Mmm…good morning to you too,” she whispered as she wiggled her ass against my erection.
“I was afraid you were a dream, but here you are,” I kissed her shoulder as I reached my hand around her to feel her pussy. Wet. Thank fuck. I lifted her leg and slid my dick along her folds, loving the moan she made as I did.
“I’m not a dream,” she said.
“Just in case, it’s about to get real.”
I rarely had sleepovers with women. It was usually better to keep the sexual relationship to just sex and not muddy the waters with domestic activities such as spending the night and having breakfast the next morning. But Hallie was my fake wife. At least, that’s how I justified fucking her, not just in bed, but again in the shower, that morning, and then making her breakfast.
It wasn’t until I was in my office, away from her beguiling smile and luscious body, that I questioned the wisdom of not just sleeping with her but having sex with her at all. She worked for me, Goddammit. How dumb was it to sleep with my assistant? If I hurt her, she’d leave and after yesterday in which I didn’t k
now what reports were in, which were due, and where to find answers, I knew I needed her to keep my business running at full efficiency. If we fought, she could sue me for harassment. Or worse, what if she fell in love with me? I liked Hallie and enjoyed her company as well as her body, but I wasn’t a man that had marriage in his future. There was no better reason than that to not have sex with her, despite how disappointed my dick was at that news. Instead, I needed to focus on this IPO. I also needed to fulfill my end of the deal I’d made with her around this fake marriage.
I’d thought I’d wait until after the roadshow presentations to start funneling money to her house, but then I saw her house book sitting in the kitchen. I’d wondered why insurance wasn’t able to cover the rebuild of her home until I saw that she wanted to make it livable for someone with a disability, most likely her mother. She must have been planning to move them in with her so she could care for them. That idea made me worry about our having sex lessen a bit. She had her own goals and plans for this fake marriage, and wouldn’t likely be put off them just because we slept together. She wasn’t looking for love or a husband. I was probably safe, but to stay safer, I really needed to keep my libido in check.
I called my brother Gabe to see if he could help with Hallie’s house.
“What’s up Nate?”
“I have a house I want you to look at.”
“I’ve got a house.”
I rolled my eyes, “Does that mean Sam put you on the title?” Gabe had redone her home, fell in love with her all over again, moved in with her, and finally married her.
“She keeps me around because I’m handy. So, what’s this house you’re looking at? What’s wrong with that piece of perfection you already own?”
“It’s not for me. My assistant’s home burned down, and she needs some enhancements done on the rebuild.” I wished I’d brought the book with me so I could be more specific.
“Like what?”
“Her mom has MS, and it looks like she wants things to make the home accessible for a wheelchair.”
“Do you have any specs on what she wants?”
“A few. I can email them,” I said, thinking I could scan and send the images from the book.
“Give me the address too; I’ll go take a look.”
I gave him the location of the home, which wasn’t that far from my place. I hadn’t known she lived so close.
With that out of the way, I went back to work, reviewing reports on some of our newest research, and looking over the next stops on the roadshow tour. I slipped out mid-morning to go home to scan and email Hallie’s book to Gabe. I picked up lunch for us because that seems like what a husband would do. But, when I got back, Clair said Hallie had gone down to our research facility. Christ, she was efficient. My last assistant would have told me what was going on that required a visit, and I’d have had to go. Hallie was a take-charge kind of woman. My work life was infinitely easier with her around.
I took the lunch into my office, and when I was finished, I started back to work. Not long after, Clair buzzed me on the phone to let me know I had a visitor.
“It’s Ms. Carter.”
Oh, Christ. Allison. “Send her in,” I stood, wondering what the hell Allison was doing here. I knew she’d moved to New York, so why would she be walking into my office in Virginia?
She breezed in all smiles, “Nate, thank you for seeing me.” She looked the same as always. Blonde hair with highlights in all the right places. A form-fitted dress just low enough to see the swells of her perky breasts. Makeup to smooth the skin to an almost doll-like sheen. As I watched her approach, I realized she was the cookie-cutter image of all the women I’d been with before. For some reason, I’d been drawn to women who’s looks weren’t quite real.
Hallie, on the other hand, was real. Yes, she wore makeup, but it enhanced her natural beauty, not covered up her face. She’d looked sexy in her green dress, but the rest of the time, her clothes appeared to be comfortable or, like her, efficient. I never got the impression that Hallie tried to use clothes or makeup to hide who she was or present someone different.
“Allison, what brings you here?” I gave her a brief hug and then motioned for her to sit in a chair in front of my desk. I stood at my desk, leaning back on it.
“I was in Washington and thought I’d drop in. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Not at all.” Liar. “What’s in Washington?”
“Oh, just a meeting with a Senator for my client,” she studied me for a moment. “Married life looks good on you.”
I swallowed, hoping she was being truthful and hadn’t discovered or suspected something, “Thank you.”
“I have to say, Nate, I was shocked, truly shocked, to hear you were married. Aside from the fact that you said you’d never get married, is the little issue that she’s your assistant.” She waggled her index finger at me, “You naughty boy breaking your own rule about no fraternizing.”
“What can I say? Hallie is an amazing woman,” that, at least, wasn’t a lie.
“Speaking of Hallie, where is she?”
Why did she want to know? “She had to run down to the lab.”
“Too bad. I’d have liked to have seen her.”
To compare notes, no doubt. Allison and I had some pretty interesting sexual moments, but I had to admit, there was something about being naked with Hallie that felt more satisfying. It hadn’t been a game or a quest to see how creative or debauched we could get. Sex with Hallie was organic, real, authentic, just like her.
“I’m sure she’ll be disappointed to not have seen you too.”
Allison stood and walked around my office. “No pictures of the wedding?” she asked, looking at my desk.
“You know I like a clutter-free desk.”
Her eyes flashed, and she bit her lip no doubt remembering a time I fucked her on my desk, “I know.”
Christ.
She came around and stood in front of me, a niggle of concern fluttered up my spine. There was something in her approach that had me feeling like I needed to retreat. Like she was on the prowl, and I was the meat.
I straightened away from my desk.
“I have to say, Nate, she’s not who I would have expected to ensnare you,” she patted my shoulder as if she was wiping away lent, but then left her hand there.
I hated to act like a skittish cat, but I couldn’t let her get any ideas. I stepped away, “She surprised me too.” It would be mean to say I’d been attracted to the wrong women before, so I kept that bit to myself.
“Are you sure she’s real?”
I frowned, “What do you mean?”
She inhaled and made a face like she wasn’t sure if she should say anything, “You’re a great guy, handsome, of course, any woman would be interested. But you’re wealthy too. A woman in financial trouble—”
“You’re saying she married me for my money?” Of course, Allison was right, but this fake marriage had to appear real. Then I wondered how she knew of Hallie’s financial situation. I resisted the urge to throw her out of my office, “Did you check up on her?”
She made a face like she was chagrined, “I know I shouldn’t have, but I care about you, Nate, and I don’t want to see you taken advantage of.” She moved around the desk to stand next to me again, her hand was on my shoulder again. “If you needed a wife for this IPO, why didn’t you come to me?”
I supposed I should have felt panic that she’d guessed about my marriage, but instead, I was pissed, “I wasn’t in love with you.”
She made a face, “Come on, Nate. Since when do you know about love?” Her hand smoothed across my chest. “I’d have made the perfect wife. I know how to work a room to make money. I have connections.”
I looked down at her blue eyes, wondering if I was as shallow as she was. I nodded in agreement, “That’s true, and the fact that I didn’t reach out to you should tell you that this marriage isn’t about money or the IPO.”
Her smug expression faltered slig
htly, but she rallied, “I was thinking since I was in town, we could get together. Have a little fun. You know, like old times?” She pressed her body against mine, and I’d realized too late, she’d maneuvered me, so I was back against the desk.
“If I was married to improve my image for the IPO, as you suggested, an affair would be a no-no,” I said.
“You just said it wasn’t for the IPO. Come on, Nate. It’ll be fun,” she finished off her statement by pressing her lips to mine. I immediately pushed her back and sidestepped out of her reach. That was when I noticed Hallie standing in the doorway.
Book 2: Chapter 10—He’s a Lying Cheat
Chapter Ten: He’s a Lying Cheat
Hallie
This marriage is fake, this marriage is fake, this marriage is fake…
I chanted the words in my mind as anger and jealousy threatened to have me stalk across Nate’s office and rip Allison’s blonde extensions off her head.
She was seducing my man, and he was doing a piss poor job thwarting her. How did a tiny petite woman like Allison get a big ass man like Nate trapped between her and his desk, rubbing her pussy against his dick, and kissing him? Probably because he liked it. That was the only explanation.
Fine then. I knew the type of man Nate was, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. So what that he’d given me half a dozen mind-blowing orgasms in the last twelve hours? That didn’t mean he felt anything for me. After all, this marriage is fake.
But that didn’t mean I was going to put up with it.
Since I wasn’t really married to him, I wanted to act like seeing them lip locked didn’t bother me. But it was a fake marriage, so I had to act like a pissed-off wife until I could get our fake divorce. Too bad I couldn’t get his house in the settlement.
“Hallie,” he started toward me. “How were things at the lab?”
I glared at him and then gave Allison the evil eye, “Not as interesting as here.”
He put his hands on his hips and blew out a breath, “It’s not what it looked like.”