Accidental Lies: An unputdownable, steamy, sexy contemporary romance novel

by Mason, Dana

  “He’s so busy bragging about himself, he can’t listen to other people.”

  I shrug. “Fine with me. His loss is my gain.”

  “I just can’t be with someone who doesn’t see me… do you know what I mean?”

  “Yes, I do. I’ll also add, what an asshole.”

  “Right? I didn’t tell him about us, not that it would have mattered since he wouldn’t have heard it. For some reason, he felt the need to apologize for your behavior.”

  I turn quickly. “What did I do wrong?”

  “I guess he thought your hug was inappropriate, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. That just pissed me off even more.”

  I scoff at that. “He should just be glad we didn’t start making out right there.”

  She laughs and then leans back in her stool with a sigh. When I turn to put the plate down in front of her, she says, “Thank you so much, but you really didn’t have to.”

  She picks up her fork and takes a bite then glances up at me through lowered lashes. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

  I tap my chest and say, “I’m just floored. So happy though.”

  “Me too.”

  “Oh, and congratulations on starting your own firm. Rebecca seems fun.”

  “She’s incredible. We both got passed over for a promotion. They offered the partnership to a younger and less experienced man. After that, we got angry and then we did a lot of soul-searching. That’s what prompted us to leave. We realized we didn’t want to devote our lives to a firm that didn’t appreciate us… We didn’t want to devote our lives to our careers at all, we wanted more.”

  “And with your own, smaller firm, you can have that?”

  “Yes. My vacation, for example. I never would have been able to take that much time off.”

  I grin at her and say, “Maybe next year you can take the full three weeks with me.”

  “That would be amazing.” She sets her fork down and rests her head on her hand. “It took losing Tucker to realize I wanted to have a life outside of work. He always wanted me to travel with him, and he always wanted to do fun stuff like camping… he wanted to have a baby… but I…”

  She trails off and I watch her, waiting to hear the rest, but she doesn’t say any more. I think she’s fighting to keep from crying. She lifts her eyes to me and finally says, “I didn’t want to talk about this today.”

  “But you obviously need to talk about it.”

  She clears her throat. “Yeah, but that’s probably because you’re so easy to talk to. Why is that? My friends and family usually complain about how I don’t like to talk about myself, but when you’re in the room, I just spill my guts.”

  “Ha! If that were true, I would have gotten your address in Maui.” I shake my head and fight to keep the smile off my face. “No, your friends and family are right, you’re not good at talking about yourself.”

  “Well, thank you for listening and for the omelet. It’s delicious.” Then she pushes her plate away. Only half has been eaten, but I know Emily is a light eater so I don’t push. When she gets up and walks back to her chair in the living room, I click the kitchen light off and follow her.

  As I sit on the couch across from her, she says, “I guess the main reason I want you to understand this is because it’s part of the reason I didn’t want to stay in touch when we left Hawaii. I’m honestly not sure if I’m relationship material, at least not yet.”

  “Let’s just go with it and see what happens. We don’t need to define what this is. Not yet. There’s no reason to put more pressure on yourself right now.” I let my eyes drift down her body and say, “As long as you want me here, it’s all good.”

  “I want you here, for sure, but I have a hard time flying by the seat of my pants. You should know that now.”

  I give her a curt nod. “Duly noted.” I wait a beat then try again to tell her about the kids. “There is something you should know, Emily.”

  After a long look, she gets up and moves over to straddle my lap. I’m surprised but not disappointed. Not at all. I scoot back to make room for her as she hikes her skirt up and places her knees on either side of my hips. Pressing against me, she places her lips on mine, and through the kiss, she says, “I missed this so much.” The sultry tone of her voice makes my dick grow between us.

  “I need to tell you…”

  “No, you don’t. I’m sorry to have dumped all of that on you but I think sharing time is over. I have something else in mind.”

  It’s incredibly hard to argue with her in this position, so I give up and focus on getting her clothes off.

  I unbutton her blazer and slide my hands over her shoulders to push it off. She flings it aside, and I’m only one cotton blouse away from touching her bare skin.

  “Have I told you how incredible you are?”

  She shakes her head. “Feel free to fill me in on that later.”

  I chuckle through our kiss, and I can feel her lips tip into a smile too. Then she leans forward and rests her face on my shoulder. She smells deliciously like jasmine and something else… something I can only define as pure Emily. I nip at the inside of her neck and mumble, “You’re supposed to be resting. I promised Rebecca.”

  Her fingers start moving through my hair and tickling the back of my neck. “I guess you’d better take me to bed then.”

  With the agility of a teenager, I lift us both off the couch. She whoops as I spring up with her in my arms. “Don’t have to tell me twice. Point me toward the bedroom.”

  Twenty-One

  Emily

  When Drew sets me on the bed, I avoid looking around. My brain recognizes that I’ve brought a man into the room I used to share with my husband, but my heart wants Drew in ways I never thought possible. I’ve already fought through this guilt when I was in Hawaii, and I refuse to let it hold me back for another second. We both deserve to explore where this goes… all I can do now is hope Tucker would have been okay with it.

  Drew leans over me, and I can feel his breathing against my hair, then his lips land on the space below my earlobe. His hands are jerking the pins out of the coil of hair twisted on my head. Once he’s yanked the third out, he shakes my hair loose, buries his face in my neck, and moans quietly. “I missed this so much,” he mumbles as he runs his hands through my hair.

  I reach down to work at the button on his jeans, and that’s when he freezes for a moment. He lifts up and says, “I need to go grab something, have these damn clothes off before I get back.”

  I want to laugh because as intimidating as he tries to be, I know he’s just a big softy really. When I hear his footsteps retreat from the bedroom, I’m curious, but I quickly strip down to my panties. I’m fine with a little male dominance in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to follow all his orders. I heave back the blankets on my bed, noticing the sounds from the neighborhood. Someone is mowing their lawn, another seems to be running a saw of some kind. I almost feel sorry for them since I know I’m about to have so much more fun than they are.

  When Drew pads back into my bedroom, I realize he’s stripped off his shoes and socks. Through the light filtering in from the hall, I can see that he’s carrying something. “What is that?” I ask.

  “Condoms. I stopped at the drug store while I was out.”

  “Oh, smart thinking.”

  “Yeah, I had a feeling you wouldn’t have any and I don’t have a reason to carry them on me… especially since I wasn’t expecting to run into you when I left the house today.”

  I grin at the thought that he doesn’t walk around expecting to get laid on an ordinary Wednesday. “Well, I guess that’s gonna have to change.”

  His laugh is muffled when he tugs his shirt over his head. “I’ll leave these here, so we’ll have them handy.”

  I run the tips of my toes up the inside of his leg and say, “You’re assuming we’re not going to use them all today.”

  The bed dips as he crawls in next to me and I hear him say, �
�Fuck, that’s hot.”

  And then he’s there, his warmth against me and I revel in how good it feels to have a man in my bed again. I’ve spent many, many nights alone in this room.

  Drew’s tongue swipes into my mouth, and his hands explore my body. I love the way he feels, I love the way he touches. He’s so in control and confident. I admire that. I want a man who knows how to touch a woman and a man who can sense what I need and what I like. When his hand makes its way down my body, he freezes when it grazes over my panties.

  “You’re not naked.” Then he travels further down, his lips pressing against me in random spots as he goes. When his kiss lands on my abdomen, he stops and rests his head there. I freeze, feeling suddenly unsure about myself. Can he sense I may be pregnant? Can he somehow tell? No. Of course not, because I’m not pregnant.

  We were careful, just like we’re going to be careful today.

  “I told you to strip these off,” he mutters from under the blankets.

  He lifts up, pressing his palm against my clit, and now I’m seriously regretting keeping my panties on. His movements are teasing, and damn, I hate the barrier between us.

  “I’ll take them off.”

  But when I lower my hands to take the panties off, he gently smacks me away.

  “Too late, now I get to do it.” He grips the fabric tightly, and before I can stop him, he rips them away. I gasp in surprise, but I guess that’s what I get for not stripping completely when he demanded it.

  I feel him tear away the remnants of my underwear and then he lifts my knees, spreading them slowly, and a long, torturous moment later, his tongue is inside me. I gasp again but in pure pleasure this time. He feels incredible and, oh God, he’s not going to need to do that for very long… I’m so close to losing all control, but then he pauses.

  “Drew, oh God, don’t stop.”

  A finger dips inside me, painfully slow, an inch at a time, exploring, but it’s not the same as his tongue, and when he pulls out, I know he’s teasing me on purpose.

  “You’re not nice, sir.”

  He swipes again with his tongue, but then leaves me wanting again. I’m so close to exploding, I can barely stand it. I would complain, but my mouth won’t form words. My entire focus is on him and what he’s doing to me… or not doing to me. His finger enters me again, and I push down, begging for more. But he continues to tease me.

  The man is a monster.

  I’m panting now, desperate to have any part of him inside me. When his lips circle my clit, I lift up, but he just hovers gently, giving me barely a hint of his tongue… then the gentle graze of his teeth.

  “Oh God,” I mumble. “Next time I’ll get completely naked.”

  I feel his mouth turn into a smile, and then he’s pushing two fingers inside me, and his tongue gets to work. It takes seconds for my body to react and I’m crying out as the orgasm flares wild and hot, a quick flash that leaves me panting in relief.

  Before I realize what’s happening, he slides his sheathed cock inside me, and I’m riding the wave again. I wrap my hands around his hips, afraid he’s going to tease me and stop like he did before. I curl my body around him, lifting my feet around his waist to make sure he doesn’t.

  The sound of our bodies slapping together is almost as loud as our cries and groans. It’s as if it’s been a decade since we’ve done this, and if my stupidity had gotten its way, we might have lost a decade together. That thought makes me want to cry, even as he’s pushing inside me. I just can’t imagine not having this with him. He’s become a part of me. I don’t want to know the other version of how this could have gone.

  I want him to feel this too, and when I open my eyes, I get a glimpse of his, and I know in my heart that he does. He does feel it. I can’t hold back, so I close my eyes and let go of everything. All sense is gone for a couple of solid seconds, and then I feel Drew tighten, his body going rigid as he thrusts one last time, groaning as he does.

  He’s unmoving for a long time, and I’m not sure if he’s breathing, but then he sucks in a lungful of air, and his body goes limp. As he drops to the bed, he pulls me with him so that I’m on my side and half over his body. It’s quickly becoming my favorite spot in life… next to him, skin on skin. He’s breathing hard, and his grip on me is tight, and all I can think is that he’s shaken to the core the same way I am.

  My heart is full and my belly fluttering with nervous energy. I should be scared at the intensity, but I’m too sated for that.

  After a few minutes, Drew mutters, “Fucking Christ, Emily.” He’s still holding me against him, and when my grip on him tightens as well, I feel his lips on the top of my head. It’s ridiculous that I’m fighting tears and I hold my breath for a long moment, hoping it’ll pass. I’m not sad, I’m joyful, and it’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve felt this.

  As if he senses something’s up, he loosens his grip finally. “Are you okay?”

  I nod, afraid to use my voice. If I could talk, I’d tell him the same thing he told me. I’d tell him there are no deal-breakers when it comes to him. I am willing to forgive anything, willing to accept whatever part of him I can have.

  * * *

  I wake to the dark. There’s a heavy arm draped over my torso and heat against my back. The reminder makes me sigh. I snuggle closer, and this makes Drew stir. I didn’t mean to wake him up, but I also didn’t realize it’d be so easy. Within a few heartbeats, I feel his erection against my rear. I press back against it and then hear a muffled moan that sounds full of sleep. I have no idea what time it is, but I truly don’t care.

  I roll over and push him onto his back. He’s still limp with sleep and, damn, he’s warm. I straddle him, his firm cock resting between our bodies. Then I lie on top of him, snuggling closer. Once I’m there, the rise of his chest lifts me, then lowers. He’s so strong. His shoulders are so broad, and I feel tiny, resting on him like this.

  When his arms encircle me, I smile and press my pelvis against him. He smells so manly, musky. I inhale deeply, enjoying everything about being pressed against his firm body. His heartbeat is calm and rhythmic, but strong like him. I feel so secure within his embrace. It’s been a lifetime since I’ve felt so content. A quiet moan sounds in his chest, and the vibration rumbles under my cheek. His hands slide from my back to grip my ass and now I know he’s fully awake. I want to regret waking him, but my need is stronger than that. I ease over and reach out for the box of condoms sitting on my nightstand.

  Once my fingers find purchase, I bring the box closer, then rip off one from a strip. With it gripped in my hand, I grind up and down until he’s lifting to me. Aha, it’s my turn to be in control. I sit up on my knees, and I can feel his length pressed against me, sliding back until it springs forward. I can’t see much, but when my hand wraps around it, Drew’s head pops up, and a grunt rumbles from his throat.

  “What are you doing?” he mumbles, his voice still sounding sleepy.

  “Be still,” I say, rubbing my hand up and down until he’s rock-hard.

  His hips lift against me, and a long moan sounds around me. “It’s literally impossible to be still when you’re doing that.” Now he sounds awake. I almost want to giggle, but I hold it back. Before he can do anything else, I rip the condom wrapper open and slip it on.

  “Oh, that’s what you’re doing.”

  “You got a problem with this?” I ask, and I’m sure he can hear the smile in my voice.

  “No, ma’am. I like having my hands free to explore,” he says, as his hands reach out to my breasts.

  “Did you just call me ma’am?” I mutter as I rest myself over his standing erection and wait.

  “No, ma’am—I mean, no, I would never…” I lower myself an inch and feel Drew’s anticipation vibrating through him. “Oh, damn, slide down, please slide down,” he whispers, holding absolutely still. Maybe he’s trying to give me control, or maybe he likes the torture. I lower myself slowly, inch by inch, and it’s a tease for me too. Once
I’m fully seated, we both take a deep breath.

  I drop my hands onto his chest and feel a flick of his hips. I push down, trying to control the experience. Trying being the key word here. I’m barely able to move without a million sensations pulsing through my body, but I lift myself anyway and lower myself again.

  “Christ.” His hands move from my breast to my hips. He lifts me again and tugs me down hard. “Now who’s teasing?”

  “What do they say about payback?” I ask, and my words are breathy, proving to him that this isn’t easy for me either.

  With strong hands, he lifts me then lowers me back down again. The sensation forces my hands into fists against his chest. I’m not sure how long I can hold out, but I know he’s running out of patience. He lifts me again and pulls me back.

  Unable to wait, I raise my hips and lean forward so that my breasts are dangling over him, brushing against his hard chest. He grips the back of my head and drags me down for a kiss. His teeth capture my lip, and now I’m thrusting for all I’m worth, his hips lifting at the same time to meet my thrusts. He takes my hands in his and links our fingers together, pushing against them, giving me the leverage I need to ride. My body tenses, coiled like a tightened spring, and I can’t breathe.

  My lungs heave as I cry out his name.

  His hands squeeze mine. “I’ve got you, Emily. Let go, babe, I’ve got you.”

  With his words, I drop my head and arch my back, vibrating with the force of my explosive release.

  I barely recognize the movement when Drew shifts and flips me onto my back. Then he’s close, and I can feel his breath. I lift into a kiss, and a split second later, he’s inside me again. It feels incredible, and I have to wonder how I went so long without this feeling. Without connecting to another human in the most primal way. Drew is moving achingly slowly, and our lips are locked, our tongues fighting for control. He wrenches away from the kiss and then his hot lips surround my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and then nipping with his teeth.