by Holly Jaymes
“They’re all right.” But he grinned at me when he said it.
“I hope I did okay.”
He took my hand and squeezed. “I don’t know if it’s good or bad how easily we’re able to pull this off.”
“Like I said, we’re not really lying.”
“It’s still a deception.”
I sighed. I supposed he was right, but it didn’t feel like a deception to me. At least, not the parts when we talked about the things we did together. I cared for him. Maybe not love, but still an affection. There was no doubt I found him attractive. So, the only real deception was the fact that our wedding was an accident and our marriage was a scheme to keep me in the country.
We arrived home, and Will said he needed to do a little work. I suspected he just needed a moment alone after all the intensity of being with his family, especially after lying to them.
Before he disappeared into his office, he poured us each a glass of wine. I took mine to my room and filled the tub with water for a soak. I closed my eyes and let the hot water warm my bones and relax my muscles.
“Adalyn.” Will knocked on my bathroom door.
My instinct was to cover up, but knowing Will, he wouldn’t open the door. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“No hurry. I just wanted to let you know that I was going to take a shower and go to bed.”
“Goodnight.” I said.
I finished my wine and then got out of the tub. Will kept his place fairly warm, so I put on a tank top and pajama shorts. I climbed into bed, and grabbed my tablet thinking I’d read. I filtered through my folder marked Horror, in which I actually kept spicy romance books.
I opened the book I’d started just before my trip to Vegas, but hadn’t read since Will blasted into my life. Several pages in, the heroine was being seduced by the hero. It always surprised me how reading about fake people getting it on could arouse the body. In this case, the hero was a detached ex-military alpha male who couldn’t seem to avoid his attraction to the woman he’d been hired to protect. He couldn’t share his feelings in words, but he was certainly clever in how he showed her with his body. My own nipples hardened reading the way he licked and sucked on hers. In my mind, it wasn’t this bronze-haired, blue eyed hero. It was a dark-haired, dark-eyed ex-F.B.I. agent.
I wanted to make this situation easier for Will, but goodness, why couldn’t we also indulge our attraction to each other? He was attracted to me, wasn’t he? He certainly seemed to be, the one night we spent in Vegas.
Too sexually frustrated to think my plan through, I flipped the covers back and rose from bed. I stalked to his room.
“Will?” I knocked on his door. If he let me in, I’d say I needed to see how his room looked in case the immigration officer asked me about it. I tried not to think about how lame it was to be looking for an excuse to try and seduce him. “Will?”
There was no answer, so I opened the door and poked my head in. The room was lit, but his bed was empty, as was the rest of the room. His bathroom door was closed. He was taking an awfully long shower. I wondered if he was sexually frustrated too, and taking care of his urges. Hadn’t he suggested that’s what he’d do to avoid blurring the line?
I looked around his room, for the purposes of our fake marriage, of course. The room was done in dark blues and browns. It was masculine, but not overly so. Light filmy curtains hung over a large window with a view of city lights. He had a sitting area there with a stack of books, mostly nonfiction on cyber terrorism. I wondered if he had a hidden stash of ebooks on his tablet. Did men read erotic books? No, they read girlie magazines. I couldn’t imagine someone like Will reading one of those or watching porn. But there was more to Will than I knew, so maybe he did.
Once I’d taken in the room, I sat on the edge of his bed waiting for him to get out of the shower. As I heard the shower go off, I questioned the wisdom of my waiting in his room. What if he came out of the bathroom naked? He had the decency to let me know he was in my room. Maybe I should have done the same.
Before I could decide, the door opened and he stepped into his room with a towel slung low on his waist and water dripping down his chest over the tattoo he’d gotten in honor of his father. My book had made me warm and wanting. Seeing Will in a towel made my entire body hot.
He stopped short. “Adalyn.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off his body. I realized that while I’d seen and touched him before, in my memory it was a like a dream. There were blurred edges. This image, standing in front of me, was crisp and clear.
“Everything all right?”
I nodded, working hard to find my voice. “I ah … was thinking.” Come on, brain. Get working.
“Okay.” He seemed surprised and curious about my being there, but not self-conscious about my invading his space when he was one towel malfunction away from being naked.
“Well … I came to see your room in case I’m asked in the interview.”
“Now?”
I shrugged. “Yes.” I looked like an idiot. “It also occurred to me that if they asked about the last time we were intimate, if we stuck to the truth, we’d have to say on our honeymoon.”
His jaw tightened, and I swore a bulge began to appear under his towel. It might have been wishful thinking, though.
“Or we could lie. Say something like, ‘we were intimate last night.’”
I hated how he had an answer to everything. “Yes. As long as one of us wasn’t out of town.”
He put his hands on his hips. “Are you planning on going anywhere?”
“No.” I didn’t even plan to leave this room if I could help it.
I wished he’d give me some indication, besides the bulge under his towel, that he was interested in blurring the lines. The longer I sat there, the more foolish I felt.
He stepped closer to me. Close enough that I could feel the heat of his body and inhale the scent of his soap. My eyes were at bulge level, and I felt my hand twitch with wanting to touch him. Inwardly, I swooned.
“Are you here to suggest that we don’t lie?” His voice seemed lower, or it could have been the rush of blood in my head impacting my hearing.
“I’m having a hard time thinking of a good reason why we’d need to lie.” I eyed the location of where the end of his towel was tucked. One little tug and he’d be in all his glory.
“What about our friendship?”
“We blurred the lines before, and are still friends.” I bit my lip because I realized that he wasn’t going to be tempted. I was just making a fool of myself. I looked down, inhaling a breath to prepare to leave.
His finger slipped under my chin lifting it up to look at me. “Do you think I don’t want you?”
My gaze glanced at the tent his erection was making in his towel. “I think you don’t want to want me. Or that you don’t think this is a good idea, and you have the willpower of a monk.”
“Maybe you need to try harder.”
I looked up at him. “Maybe you could give me a sign that suggested I’m not making a fool of myself.”
His brows lifted as he looked down at his erection. “That’s not sign enough?”
“That tells me your body wants me. Nothing you’ve said indicates you’ll indulge it.”
The corner of his lips tilted upwards. “What should I say?”
“Oh, I don’t know. How about, ‘you’re right Adalyn, having sex seems like a fine idea.’”
“You’re right Adalyn, having sex seems like a fine idea.”
My mouth went dry. “Really?”
“You still seem to be having trouble processing my consent.”
Not wanting to give him any reason to change his mind, I tugged on the end of his towel. It loosened and fell to the floor. His erection sprang free and it took my breath away. It was long and thick, sticking straight to me as if it was saluting me. A bead of white liquid sat on the tip. I leaned forward, licking it.
He let out a groan, that filled me with confidence. I swirl
ed my tongue around the tip, and sucked it between my lips.
“Yes.” His fingers thread through my hair.
Feeling even more emboldened, I ran my hands up his abs and then down again. I wrapped my hand around his length, and then took him deep into my mouth.
“Ah fuck, Adalyn. Christ that’s good.”
I worked his dick, sucking in and out, sometimes tilting my head one way or the other to give him a twisting sensation. When I reached under him to massage his balls, he pulled away.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the point.”
“Not yet.” He took my arms and hauled me up, capturing my mouth with his. His mouth was hot and wet, tasting like mint. He released my arms, sliding his hands up my torso, lifting my tank top as he did. “Did you really think I’d be able to resist?” He pulled the top over my head, releasing my breasts.
Immediately his hands and lips were on them, sucking and biting, and it was so much better than the hero in the book I’d been reading.
“You have a lot of willpower,” I said as I gripped his head, holding him to my breasts.
“Even I have a limit. I couldn’t resist you in Vegas either.” He dropped to his knees, pulling my shorts down. “Did you wear these for me?”
I laughed. “I would have worn lingerie if I was dressed to seduce.”
“I don’t know. I think it’s sexy as hell.” He kissed my belly, drawing his tongue down, swirling in my belly button and then going lower. He pushed me back until I fell on the bed. He crawled between my legs, pushing them open. “I’ve wanted to taste you here for three years.”
The first touch of his tongue on my clit sent a wild inferno raging through my body.
“Will!” I clutched his head between my thighs, making sure he stayed there.
He made mmm and slurping sounds as he devoured my pussy. Within minutes I writhing on the bed and begging him to make me come.
“Come on my tongue.” His tongue thrust up inside me as his thumb rubbed my clit. My entire body seized, bowing off the bed as my orgasm powered up and then blasted through me.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chanted as wave after wave of sweet pleasure flowed through my body.
He reached over to his bedside table drawer, grabbing a condom.
“What are you doing?” I asked through panting breath.
“Getting a condom. You said you had a concern about my —”
I shook my head and reached for him. “I have no concerns about you, Will. And you’re the first man I’ve been with in … well, I don’t want to say because it’s embarrassing.”
He smiled and moved over me. “Are you sure?”
I reached up, looping my arms around his neck. “Yes. If you’re sure.”
He kissed me hard, and I felt like maybe I was experiencing a little bit of the wild Will who had been carefully packed away after his father died. Here, in this moment, he didn’t seem to have any hesitation. No guard.
“Open for me, Adalyn,” he said, fitting his hips between my thighs. “Are you still wet?” He inserted two fingers inside me, making me buck off the bed.
“Don’t tease me, Will. Fuck me.”
He growled. “Say it again.” He levered back until he was on his knees, sitting on his heels. He pulled my hips between his open knees. “Tell me to fuck you again.”
“Fuck me, Will.”
With another long growl, he thrust in. There was no slow, steady working inside me. In one hard plunge he was as deep as he could go, and I was in heaven.
I gasped, and gripped him, as my body adjusted to him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and as far as I was concerned, he could stay there, seeped inside me forever.
“God you’re tight.” He dropped his head back and gritted his teeth. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, Will. Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.” I reached down my sides, touching his knees as that was all I could reach.
“This is going to be fast, honey. Christ … I’m going to come.” His hands gripped my hips, and he started to move. Hard, strong thrusts at first, increasing in speed with each movement. “So good, Adalyn.”
By now I was lost in sensation again. I threw my head back and gripped the sheets as he took me higher and higher, until I was teetering on the pinnacle. I couldn’t breathe, but who needed breathe?
“Come on, Adalyn … come on my cock.” He thrust in, grinding himself against me, and launching me into oblivion.
“Will!” My entire body convulsed and shook. It was like an earthquake had erupted and kept on going with wave after wave of aftershocks as he continued to seek his own release.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Yes. Come in me. Will.”
A feral cry from deep within his chest erupted from his mouth and echoed through the room.
“Yes!” he yelled, plunging inside me. Liquid warmth coated my pussy walls. He withdrew and thrust in again, filling me even more.
Together we moved until we were both spent. Even as he collapsed on me, his dick twitched inside me as my pussy walls continued to grip him.
He rolled over and pulled me flush against the side of his body. “You’re right Adalyn, having sex seems like a fine idea.”
Book 4: Chapter 20—A Brother’s Betrayal
A Brother’s Betrayal
Will — Sunday
I was sure I just had the orgasm to end all orgasms. My heart was still hammering in my chest. My dick was soft and wet as it recovered on my stomach. As she lay warm and soft in my arms, I knew without a doubt, in a few minutes I’d want to do it again. And again. And again. And therein lay my problem. Adalyn was like a drug to me. The more I took, the more hooked I got and the more I wanted.
She was right. My first instinct was to send her back to her room. But she was wrong that my willpower always worked. When it came to her, there was no way I could resist. The minute I walked out of the bathroom and saw her sitting on my bed, that tank top fitting tight around her gorgeous tits, her long legs crossed, my willpower was in tatters. As her gaze roamed my body, blood flooded my dick.
Then there was her dirty mouth. No man could resist a woman saying, “Fuck me,” or “come in me.” At least I couldn’t. Not when it was coming from Adalyn’s mouth anyway.
I wasn’t going to say no to her. I couldn’t say no to her. And now I had to hope that when this was all said and done, my lack of willpower wouldn’t mean the end of our friendship.
“This was better than last time,” she said, resting her hand on my chest over my anchor tattoo.
“The last time we weren’t completely coherent.”
“It was still good. Better than most. But this … it tops them all.”
I was ridiculously pleased to know that I was the top. “Do you rank all your men?”
She laughed. “You make it sound like there were a lot.”
“Where there?”
Her head tilted up to look at me. “Are you going to tell me how many women you’ve had, too?”
“Maybe we should avoid that topic. I doubt it’s one that will come up in the interview.”
She got a flirty smile on her face. “Do you think they’ll ask about birth marks?” She straddled my thighs and ran her hands down my chest. “I should probably investigate every inch of you.”
My dick was already swelling at that idea. “All in the name of research?”
She gave me a wicked grin. “Yes, but I want to research what makes you wild, Will Sloane.”
I’d always admired Adalyn’s work ethic. She was thorough and thoughtful, whether she was developing a security code, or inventorying every inch of my body. I learned a lot about what made me hot and what made me wild. The answer was Adalyn.
It had been a relief of sorts when my family accepted that I’d never marry Adalyn as an immigration ploy, as Nate had teased. It showed how much respect I had for laws. And yet here I was, breaking all sorts of rules. Not just the one about marriage fraud, but my own ru
les about not touching her or letting her get to me, because the truth was, I wanted her like I wanted my next breath. I always had. Wasn’t that why I’d avoided her when she’d returned and took the job working on the government cyber security project? My life now was set. I had a routine. Everything had a time and place, and emotions were even keeled. Adalyn disrupted all that. But as I emptied into her as she rode me hard, her beautiful tits bouncing, her mouth in that perfect O, I found it hard to want to stick to my old rules and set life even though I knew that by letting them go, I was probably on a path to a world of hurt.
The orgasm effect stayed with me as I walked into the work the next morning. I’d hoped that my goofy grin and perky attitude didn’t give away the three orgasms I’d had, two last night and one this morning.
“Mr. Sloane,” my secretary greeted me as I headed toward my office.
I said hello, hoping I looked as serious as always. I closed my door and got to work. An hour in, I got a text from Adalyn.
I’m still in an orgasm fog. You rocked my world, wild man.
I grinned, feeling ridiculously pleased that she enjoyed my sexual prowess. I supposed I should have been offended that she was impressed. It suggested she thought I’d be equally uptight in bed as I was in my daily world.
Should I apologize? I texted back.
Only if you’re sorry.
I smiled. I’m not sorry. In fact, I’m looking forward to doing it again.
Any time. Any place.
I had a flash of fucking her on my desk. Are you saying you want something more exciting than my bed?
I’m saying any time, any place … bed, bath, table, floor, elevator …
My fingers tapped away on my phone. Office desk?
Oh God, Will … you’re making me hot. I might have to take care of myself.
Fuck! The image of her touching herself made my dick jerk to full salute. Only if I could watch.
There was a knock on my door. “Who is it?”
The door opened and Mitch poked his head in. “Your secretary said you were in.”
I waved him in, even though I wanted to send him away and jerk off.
Brother is here. Gotta go. I’m hard for you.