The Right Place: The Serendipity Duet - Book 1

by Alana Jade

  This time with Adam being behind me, I twist my neck and look over my shoulder hoping for a glimpse of his eyes. Instead, he grabs my wet hair, pulling, forcing my head up and slightly back.

  I breathe out, not being sure what this sensation is, but shit, it’s got me tingling in all the right places. I will myself to calm down a little, so I can enjoy this, but it’s too much, and I feel my body starting to shake in pleasure.

  “Already, baby?” he asks. I can tell he’s smirking at me, watching me come undone right in front of him.

  It’s intense as I hit the high point and then slowly come back down, still full to the brim and hoping to experience another one of these amazing orgasms Adam gives me. He doesn’t let go of my hair until I’ve ridden the complete wave through its entirety. I’m sure it’s part of the reason why I came for the longest time.

  “That was awesome,” I croak, dying to get some moisture back into my mouth.

  Adam’s hand snakes around the front, and finds my clitoris, and gently rubs in circular motions. “That’s nothing yet.” He begins to thrust into me, and I’ve never felt so full. All those other times with Adam on top or me on top of him, I’ve often thought I couldn’t be filled anymore, but now, wow, it’s almost uncomfortable but in a very good way.

  I want him to thrust into me harder.

  I push back against him a little, and an involuntary moan escapes my mouth.

  “Want to go a bit harder, baby?” he asks, and I nod a reply. “All right, but tell me if it’s too much.” Again, all I can do is nod.

  Adam pulls back, pushing into me again and again, each stroke a little harder and faster than the time before.

  The tingles build again, and this time I don’t fight it, I simply let it build and build.

  “I’m so close, baby,” Adam puffs out.

  “Me, too,” I squeak.

  “Let’s come together. Ready?”

  I can’t say a word only moan in delight.

  His finger leaves my clit, and he places both of his hands on my hips, his fingertips digging in a little while he pounds into me over and over and over.

  My body begins to tense, and I close my eyes, encouraging the feelings to wash over me and take me to the stars and beyond.

  Adam’s pants are becoming fast, and I know he’s not too far off reaching his climax. I clench down a little harder on his dick before my orgasm takes hold, and I lose control for a few moments before returning to the now.

  When my eyes finally flicker open, I twist around to look at Adam, who’s breathing heavily and looking as relaxed as I feel.

  He leans down, kissing my shoulder, before pulling out of me.

  “Oh shit!” he mutters, causing me to twist around.

  I feel a fluid run down my legs, instantly thinking I’ve wet myself.

  “Crap! Did I make that mess? How fucking embarrassing,” I cry. I’ve never lost control this much while orgasming.

  “No, baby, it’s not from you. It’s cum,” Adam says, running his fingers through his still-wet hair before grabbing a nearby tissue box, removing a few tissues and wiping my legs.

  “Did the condom break?” I innocently ask, but deep down, I know what the answer will be. I don’t think he had time to put one on, or maybe he didn’t even think about putting one on.

  “I got caught up in the moment. I fucking forgot to put one on. I’m so sorry, baby. So, fucking sorry. I can’t believe what an irresponsible asshole I am.” His shoulders drop. A light shadow seemed to cross his face as his green eyes took on a faint look of regret. He needn’t worry, though.

  “Adam, don’t be so hard on yourself. I didn’t think about it either. If it’s pregnancy you’re worried about, we don’t have to stress. I had an injectable contraceptive at the beginning of the week. I was told to wait seven days before any unprotected sex, but she said after five days, it should be fine. I trust you’re clean.”

  Relief washes over him on hearing my admission. “Definitely am. I’m not overly worried about pregnancy. While I’m not sure how I feel about kids, if it happens, then we’ll be adults and deal with it. But changing the subject. Really? You got the injection, and you didn’t tell me about it. Why did you decide to do that?”

  “As a precaution, I guess. Plus, I wanted to know what it felt like when there was no barrier between us. I guess from now on, we don’t have to worry too much. But just so you know, I’d love to have a baby one day. After I’m married, of course.”

  Not a lot of people would pick me for being old fashioned, but I would like to be married and start a family with the right guy one day. Hopefully, before I’m thirty. Just because my parents’ marriage was a pile of crap, and my mother is the worst role model ever, doesn’t mean I don’t want to experience marriage and children for myself. But I know I’d damn well be a better parent than that terrible woman was.

  After my parents divorced, my mom got half of everything. I was her favorite pawn, though. She used me to get extra money out of Dad all the time. Shit like telling him I needed braces—which, of course, I didn’t—to telling him I wanted to study dancing at some elite studio. Mom came up with so many different reasons to grab extra cash. Most of the time it was because she wanted to go on some fancy vacation or to buy a new damn handbag. How many handbags do you need? She never used any of the money on me. Dad never questioned the requests, worrying if he did, it would mean Mom would stop him from seeing me. Toward the end, she did that anyway, so I guess his fears were founded.

  She never wanted me. At all.

  I was simply a burden to her.

  Mom claims Dad made her have me as he wanted a son. Mom told me their marriage started falling apart because of me. Mom had made a girl, therefore, everything was my fault because I wasn’t the sex they wanted. Dad always made sure I knew the truth, though. He loved me so much.

  I lightly shake my head, taking some tissues, cleaning myself up a little more.

  “You’re amazing, Georgia. You know that, right? I love you so much.” Adam smiles before realizing what he’s said. Lifting his eyebrows, his face searches mine for any indication as to whether what he said was okay to say or not.

  It takes me a moment before I smile back. “I’m not amazing. I mean I thought I’d be an adult for a change and take charge of my health.” I deliberately leave out the ‘I love you,’ wanting to watch him squirm for a while.

  Adam slowly nods before walking to the mini-fridge fetching two bottles of water. Straightening my bikini top, I know I’ve let him stew for a few moments too long before walking to him and grabbing the bottles out of his hands, placing them on the nearby table.

  I hold his hands in mine, before looking up into his eyes. “I love you, too. I really do.”

  A smile spreads across my face as well as Adam’s, and I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him.

  “You know, I was going to speak to you about birth control today,” Adam mutters as he supports me around my waist while I’m up on my toes.

  “Really? Why?”

  He lets out a chuckle, and I give him a puzzled look. “It was to avoid any conversations like the one we’ve just had to have.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, I should have told you.”

  “I’m your lover. Your boyfriend, I guess?” His voice goes up a fraction on the last two words. “I want to know these things.”

  “When do people officially become boyfriend and girlfriend? When they sleep together? After a month?”

  He stops me with, “No idea. But I like the sound of calling you my girl… girlfriend, whichever you prefer.”

  My cheeks warm. “I like the sound of that, too… boyfriend.” A giggle escapes my lips.

  I used to call Blaze my boyfriend, but we were almost the same age.

  Is Adam too old to be my boyfriend?

  When are you too old to say ‘boyfriend’?

  Does it sound weird? Boyfriend?

  Before I get too carried away with my inner voice, Adam leans
down and kisses me again. Soft, sweet, loving kisses before moving around to place kisses onto my ear, then nibbling a trail down my neck.

  Suddenly, feeling a little self-conscious while Adam nuzzles into my neck, and the feeling of being wet between my legs, my eyes search for my bikini bottoms, but it’s as if Adam can read my mind, and he asks, “Are you looking for your pants? You don’t need to put anything back on. Take this off, too, please.” He runs his finger under the thin strap holding my top in place.

  “How’d you know I was thinking about my clothing situation or lack thereof?”

  “Because I know you. I know you aren’t comfortable being nude even in the privacy of the cabana. Plus, I can see you in the mirror. Your eyes were looking everywhere but where they should be.” He points at the mirror on a nearby door. I shift my body slightly to hide behind Adam’s, not wanting to see myself.

  “Sneaky, and it’s not exactly private,” I argue. “Anyone could walk in here at any point in time.”

  “But they won’t. Not if they want to keep their damn jobs.”

  “Hmm,” is all I can reply. I am not entirely convinced nor comfortable at the thought of wearing nothing, unlike Adam. I sometimes wish I had more self-confidence.

  “I think they ended up on the roof.” He laughs.

  “Well, you’d better get a ladder then, buddy,” I tease, knowing damn-well my bikini bottoms are on the ground somewhere around the pool.

  After thinking for a second, a daring wave washes over me. I suck in a deep breath as I reach behind and locate the strings holding my top together. I pull on the longer piece, allowing the bikini top to loosen and the triangle cups to fold in, exposing my breasts.

  “Now, this is what I like to see,” Adam purrs before his hands are on my breasts. “Want to get back in the water?”

  I nod my reply, but I know what’s going to be happening for at least the next hour until we’re both too hungry to ignore it any longer.

  I can guarantee not a lot of swimming will be happening, though.

  Adam’s hands will be too busy under the water line to be doing any sort of swimming.

  Adam

  Dragging my feet into work this morning, I’d much rather be at home in bed with Georgia, but I have to deal with all the shit that’s going on in my company right now. I think back to what happened yesterday…

  After an amazing weekend, which included visiting my mom who was having a great day and spoke with us for well over an hour, a phone call late Sunday night brought me crashing back down to reality. You don’t expect a phone call at twenty minutes to midnight from the police station, let alone while you’re balls deep inside your girlfriend.

  I answered the call after what happened last time with the security problem, but instead, it was Zac, and he was asking me to bring him bail money. He’d been caught with drugs.

  Georgia insisted on coming to the police station with me as she didn’t want to be left home alone, but seeing Georgia show up didn’t sit well with Zac.

  “Knew you two were fucking,” he screamed from behind the metal bars.

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but Georgia’s staying in my guesthouse while her apartment is being fumigated. She doesn’t feel safe being left on the property alone since she found out about the break-in,” I lied. Luckily, I thought of a reason for Georgia to be with me, so I wasn’t thinking on my feet.

  Zac has no right to be an ass. He was the one who called me in the middle of the night, begging me to come and get him.

  Zac rolled his eyes, which almost made me want to grab Georgia and tell him where to go.

  This will be his final warning.

  Zac gets cleaned up now, or there’s no alternative—he’s out on his ass.

  After bailing him out, we dropped him at an address which I knew wasn’t his house and left him there. He had instructions he would need to face court in the next few weeks, and if he was caught again with drugs, not only will he lose the bail money—my money—but he would be locked up straight away.

  But by nine in the morning on Monday, there’s no sign of Zac or Isabel, which has me worried. I figured Zac could be sleeping off whatever he was on yesterday, but for Isabel, I’ve got no idea where she is.

  They both better show up within the next hour as I have a meeting scheduled with some of my staff, ones who have it in for Zac.

  I busy myself with sorting out my car leases, and an email I’ve received from a private detective, asking for further information about my family. It seems the police have no leads on these strange notes I’ve been getting, so I’ve hired a private investigator to do the job for me. So far, he hasn’t gotten much, but he believes it’s definitely a male, and they use Uber to get around. That’s more than the police could find. Tom’s come highly recommended by John, who I know I can trust, and he really believes Tom will get to the bottom of whatever or whoever is messing with me. Maybe I should have hired him years ago to give Zac the once over.

  I’m not sure why I’ve put up with Zac’s shit for as long as I have. In some ways, he reminds me of a younger me, the down-and-out version. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, but he’s really starting to push those limits.

  How many times can he tell me he’s going to change, then not do it, before I finally kick his ass to the curb?

  At ten minutes to ten, Georgia buzzes informing me Isabel is here to see me.

  As Isabel walks into my office, I can’t help but notice the oversized, dark glasses covering her face.

  “Isabel, nice of you to join us today.” The only good thing about the thought of Zac leaving the business will be that Isabel, in theory, will go as well.

  “Sorry I’m very late, I didn’t sleep well.”

  “Please sit. Care to remove the glasses?”

  “I’d prefer they stay on,” she says sheepishly while taking a seat.

  Her reply piques my interest. It’s what someone would say if they have something to hide.

  “Glasses, please, Isabel. You should know you have to remove all headwear and sunglasses before entering the office building. How security let you up here dressed like this, I have no idea.”

  I pick up my desk phone and call Georgia. “Georgia, can you please have someone look into security. Whoever let Isabel up here wearing glasses needs to be retrained or damn-well fired.”

  She gives me a quick “of course” before I hang up my phone, turning my attention back to Isabel. I’m getting worked up and will myself to calm down, but it’s as though I’m on autopilot and can’t stop the words from flying out of my mouth.

  “Why can’t you remove your sunglasses?” I ask, trying to change tactics.

  “I have a bad eye today. Walked into a door frame in the middle of the night.” She shrugs her shoulders, but I don’t buy it.

  “Show me,” I demand.

  Isabel’s being extremely stubborn like a small child having a tantrum. Her arms are folded, and her lips are pouted.

  “I have a suspicion you’re hiding something from me.”

  “I’m embarrassed about being so clumsy.”

  “Fine.” I scruff my beard. “Do you know where Zac is?” I ask, throwing my hands in the air.

  “I’m… no… he—” She stops, slouching in the chair, dropping her head and extends her feet in front of her. “Mr. Cunningham, I’m not sure where Zac is. It was my house you dropped him off at last night. Since he had to move out of his apartment, he’s been staying with me.”

  “Right…” I reply, trying to process the information Isabel’s providing. “But you said you don’t know where he is. Wouldn’t he be at your place?”

  This is the worst I’ve ever seen Isabel. She’s normally poised and controlled, she looks anything but right now.

  “We know your rules, Mr. Cunningham… about inter-office relationships, I mean. Zac and I have sort of been a thing for almost a year now. So, when I discovered he needed help, I told him he could stay with me. But after the way he behave
d last night, he’s not welcome back at my place. Even after his bail, he went out for a half-hour to score from his dealer. It’s not only alcohol anymore, it’s drugs, bad ones.”

  “Did Zac do something to your eyes?” I softly ask, hoping I’m in the right direction.

  Isabel’s head flops down further, and she begins to sob, and that’s enough of an answer for me.

  That piece of shit is done within my company.

  If the asshole even shows up today, he can pack his things and leave immediately.

  “He punched me when I told him it’d be best if he slept it off.”

  “Isabel… I’d like you to go to the hospital, have your eye checked out, and then head to the police station to make a report. If he contacts you at all, and you feel like answering, please tell him to get in contact with me straight away. He’s done here. We’ll find you a new position. So, don’t worry about your job, all right?”

  Dammit! I regret the words the moment they leave my lips.

  Still, as much as I can’t stand Isabel, I can’t fire her. I believe she did try to help Zac, but maybe he’s beyond help. She’s on her final warning, anyway, so it’s only a matter of time before she screws that up, I’m sure.

  “Thank you, Mr. Cunningham,” she sobs. Isabel stands and makes a hasty exit from my office. I can see Georgia trying to find out if Isabel is fine or not, but she simply ignores her. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath, trying to stop the anger building over how Isabel treated my girlfriend. Isabel and Zac are perfect for each other—she’s as arrogant as he is.

  “Georgia,” I call from my desk.

  “Yes,” she replies, sticking her head in the door.

  “Please get your notebook and come in here.”

  Georgia’s gone for a short time and then returns.

  “Please close the door. I need this to be kept within these four walls.”