A Sweet Life-kindle

by Andre, Bella

  And she couldn’t mistake the relief that flickered in his gaze when he realized she’d come.

  “Hi,” she said into the silence.

  He rose from his chair. “I didn’t expect to see you.”

  She swallowed hard. “Yeah, well, I was upset with you.”

  He strode over and pushed the door shut behind her, turning the lock. “Talk to me,” he said.

  “Okay. You can’t go around dictating orders to my boss about me. He’ll never see me as someone he can look up to and trust with his accounts if he’s worried about losing his job if he so much as looks at me the wrong way. Or, heaven forbid, touches me!”

  “Did he? Touch you?”

  “Ian!”

  He braced his hands on her forearms and looked into her eyes. “Honestly, I’m kidding. I was out of line making that phone call.”

  She blinked, taking in his serious expression in search of signs of dementia. “Say that again?”

  “I was out of line. I shouldn’t have called Rhodes.”

  “Oh. I…thank you. I didn’t expect that to go so easily.”

  He grinned. “Sometimes, I can admit I was wrong.”

  “Okay, so while I’m on a roll, about the salary with my new position…”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know who gets paid what unless I’ve done the actual hiring.”

  She eyed him warily.

  “Don’t look at me like that. It’s true. Is the salary not enough? Because I can talk to Olivia—”

  “No! It’s already a raise from the job I started one week ago. If anything, it’s too much. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t manipulating anything to my benefit.”

  An adorable grin lifted his lips. “Finally, you accuse me of something I didn’t do wrong.”

  She laughed.

  “Because God forbid I give you a raise.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I get the point. I do.”

  “The salary’s that much more than you were earning?” He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

  She nodded.

  “Enough for you to move out of your unsafe apartment building?”

  “Ian—”

  “Consider it a quid pro quo. I’m doing my best to back off and behave for you. You can move into a safe apartment for my peace of mind.”

  “And you don’t consider this you manipulating me?”

  “I consider this me doing my very best by you.” He spread his hands in front of him, silently asking her to trust him.

  “Fine. I’ll consider it. After I do the math. I want to pay off some of my student loans, and with a salary increase, I can start to do that.”

  He opened his mouth then immediately snapped it shut.

  Whatever he’d been about to say, he’d obviously thought better of it. Which meant he was thinking. About her wants, needs, and feelings.

  She grinned.

  Without warning, he grasped her around the waist, pulled her toward him, and kissed her. Considering he’d gone against type and given in to what she needed, she forgave him for messing up while she was in Phoenix.

  She was happy to be back in his arms and had no problem showing him. She kissed him back, settling her lips against his warm mouth. He stroked with his tongue, and her stomach fluttered in anticipation. Her sex swelled, need building without any care to their location. The desire to connect with him was that strong.

  He lifted her, and she hooked her legs behind his waist, holding on as he carried her to his desk, easing her down, disregarding the papers strewn beneath her.

  He lifted his head. His heavy-lidded gaze met hers, those deep eyes taking her in.

  “I missed you,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair and attempting to pull him back for more deep, lingering kisses.

  He didn’t listen. Instead, he looked down, watching as he slid his hands along her bare thighs and up her skirt until his thumbs came into contact with her moist flesh.

  She moaned at the intimate touch.

  “So fucking sexy,” he said, obviously referring to her barely there thong.

  He pushed the skirt around her waist, easing the flimsy material aside and baring her to his hungry gaze. He immediately began to play with her, teasing her feminine folds.

  In another lifetime, she’d be embarrassed that her skirt was hiked high, her private parts exposed, but she couldn’t make herself care, not when he was so diligently trying to please her.

  He circled her outer lips with his finger, spreading her moisture over her sex, arousing her but never quite reaching the tiny nub that would bring her the most pleasure.

  “I need to come.” She bucked against his hand, urging him to move his fingertip closer to her aching center.

  He grinned. “You do?”

  He slid one finger inside her, still ignoring her clit. But as he pumped in and out, adding a second finger, she felt every erotic stretch and glide. Her nerve endings tingled, her need grew, and she threw her head back, arching into his hand.

  “Harder, faster…something!” She yanked at his hair, realizing she could give as good as he did when he drove her this close without offering completion.

  He chuckled, his eyes darkening, as he pulled his finger out of her body. Gaze on hers, he licked her juices from his fingers.

  She followed the movement, surprised and oddly aroused.

  “You know why I call you sweetness, right?” he asked, as he unbuckled his pants.

  Throat dry, she shook her head to answer.

  “Because you taste so damned sweet,” he said, dropping his slacks to the floor.

  His thick erection strained against his stomach, and her sex pulsed with gnawing hunger at the sight.

  He grabbed a condom from his desk drawer, jolting her from aroused fog to horrified awareness.

  “What the hell?” Just how many women did he take in his office, she wondered, the notion turning her cold.

  “I bought them after you took the job,” he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb in a calming gesture that had her turning her face into his hand.

  She exhaled a relieved breath.

  “Better?” he asked her.

  She managed a nod.

  “Good. Because I haven’t brought women to my home, and I definitely don’t have them in my office. You seem to be the exception to every damned rule I have.”

  Her entire body went lax with the admission.

  He stepped forward and slid his cock along her center. The delicious friction had her releasing a sigh of pleasure, and a full shudder wracked her body.

  He stepped back, donned the condom, and returned to her, giving her no time to think before he was poised at her entrance and thrust deep.

  “Oh God.” She felt him everywhere, and her inner walls clenched tighter around him to keep him in place.

  “Baby, you’re so damned tight.”

  She moaned, and he slid out then back in, picking up a pace guaranteed to take her up and over quickly.

  She leaned back on her arms and braced as he pumped into her, punctuating every thrust into her body with a hot grind of his hips that hit her clit in just the right place. The sensations built, white noise roared in her ears, and her body gripped his, trying to unsuccessfully to hold him in place as he took her soaring.

  Without warning, he reached between them and pinched her clit between his fingers. “Come, Riley. Now.”

  Her body responded to his command. She screamed and blew apart, pulsating waves of light and sensation taking her over. Her orgasm swept through her, clearly triggering his.

  “Oh yeah.” His hips slammed into hers, once, twice, and on the third time, his loud shout echoed in her ears as he came.

  Ian’s brain buzzed, overloaded with sensation as awareness returned. Still buried deep inside Riley’s warm body, her pussy clamping tightly around him, he was in heaven and would do anything to keep her in his life.

  Especially since his possessive feelings only grew each time s
he welcomed him inside her slick body. “You okay, sweetness?” He lifted his head and brushed her damp hair off her face.

  She forced her beautiful blue eyes open. “That was incredible.”

  He laughed. “I was right there with you.” With regret, he eased out of her and went to his private bathroom, returning to see her smooth her skirt down over her sexy legs.

  She looked up, a pink flush on her cheeks. “I can’t believe we did it in your office.”

  A swell of stupid masculine pride filled him at the reminder. “You can damned well plan to do it here again,” he informed her, in case she was thinking this was a one-shot deal.

  “We’ll see.” She raised an eyebrow at his dominant tone then turned to grab her purse.

  “Wise guy.” He reached out and smacked her ass.

  She spun toward him, lips parted in surprise. But her eyes also dilated, telling him all he needed to know.

  “Come home with me tonight,” he said, wanting more time. A quick fuck in his office wasn’t enough. He wanted hours to talk to her, listen to what she had to say, and then devour every inch of her delicious body.

  But she shook her head, dispelling his plans. “I don’t want everyone to see us coming to the office together tomorrow and know I’m sleeping with you.”

  “I don’t give a damn who knows about us.” This was the first time he’d wanted a relationship, and she was shooting him down.

  He was in over his head and wasn’t afraid to admit it. Remembering she needed him to hear her and listen, he forced a mental step back. “Why are you so against us?”

  She frowned at him. “It’s not us I’m against, it’s how it looks. I just started here. If I arrive with you in your Porsche tomorrow, everyone will think you gave me the job because we’re having sex. Dylan already knows because you all but threatened him if he touched me.”

  He scowled at the mention of the other man’s name, but he didn’t miss the sharp edge of panic in Riley’s voice and knew he had to back off.

  He’d spent the last few days struggling with uncertainty, a feeling he wasn’t familiar with. But until he’d known how badly he’d blown things with her, he’d been on edge. Seeing her in his office, having her come to him, he knew he was damned lucky to be getting another chance. He might not know what the hell he was doing when it came to relationships, but he knew he didn’t want to lose her for good.

  Listening to her cues seemed like the best place to start. “Okay, fine.”

  She met his gaze, a stunned expression on her face followed by an appreciative smile.

  His heartbeat sped up at the sight.

  “Want to get dinner?” she asked, giving an invitation he hadn’t expected.

  “Sounds like a plan. And since you’re willing to be seen with me, how about coming to the Juvenile Diabetes Fundraiser with me on Saturday night?” Why not push when he had an opening? “The team donates to the cause, and my whole family attends.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “It means a formal dress and heels, doesn’t it?” she asked on a groan.

  He took that as a yes and grinned.

  He knew damned well he’d been given a second chance and planned to make the most of it.

  For him, this woman was the whole package. Intelligent, funny, and she warmed him in places that had long been cold. Not to mention, she didn’t take his crap, which he admired; his money didn’t impress her, which told him if she was sticking around, there must be something more about him she liked.

  A damned good thing, since he liked her too.

  ***

  The last thing Riley expected was for Olivia to invite her to go shopping for a dress to wear on Saturday night. She suspected that Ian had put his sister up to it, but since Riley didn’t have anything except the red dress she’d worn the night she’d met Ian, and Olivia promised she had a place that would alter dresses quickly, Riley readily agreed. She also needed the distraction from her father’s message and the hang-ups that continued to haunt her at home.

  They left work midday on Friday and headed to a boutique off Collins Avenue. Although Riley had window-shopped in the area once or twice, she couldn’t afford to buy anything here, but before she could mention her concern, Olivia whipped out a black credit card.

  “Gotta love when my brother’s feeling generous,” she said with a grin.

  “That’s great for you but—”

  “You think he’s doing this just for me?” Olivia paused in the middle of the sidewalk, causing people to stop short and swerve around them as they walked.

  She raised her Chanel sunglasses and met Riley’s gaze. “This is for you. I’m just getting a side benefit. And before you argue with me, we’re here, so we’re going through with it.”

  A warm, fuzzy feeling floated through her, but the objection came just as quickly. “I can’t accept—”

  “Yes, you can. You aren’t denying me this. Come on.” Olivia grabbed Riley’s hand and pulled her out of the oppressive heat and into the cool, air-conditioned store.

  Over the next hour, Riley said I can’t accept this so many times it had become her mantra for the day, but Olivia assured her she had to or risk insulting Ian, who’d never gone out of his way for a woman who wasn’t in his family before. Olivia insisted that Riley meant something to her brother, and Riley wanted to believe her.

  So in the end, although the money was never far from her mind, Riley did as Olivia instructed—she let go and enjoyed. How could she not, when Olivia was fun and happy and her attitude was contagious?

  By the time they finished for the day, Riley owned a dress so high-end she didn’t recognize the name of the designer, shoes so expensive the bill could pay her rent for two months, and a Judith Lieber purse in the shape of peacock, glittering with brightly colored jewels.

  Before they parted for the evening, Olivia informed her she’d be picking her up first thing in the morning for part two of their excursion.

  “Part two?”

  The other woman grinned, her eyes glittering with excitement. “It’s a surprise,” she insisted in that tone that told Riley no amount of prodding would get her to reveal what she planned.

  After shopping, Riley arrived home, arms loaded with packages. Her dress would be delivered by four p.m. tomorrow. Her phone was ringing as she fumbled for her keys. She found them, unlocked her door, and ran inside, dropping the bags onto the couch.

  She grabbed for the receiver. “Hello?” she asked, out of breath.

  Click.

  Whoever it was hung up on her. “Dammit!”

  Her mouth ran dry. Before she could think about it, the phone rang again.

  Riley answered it, yelling into the receiver. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop calling me, I’ll—”

  “Riley? What’s wrong?”

  “Alex?” Relieved, she lowered herself next to her purchases.

  “Yeah. Talk to me.”

  She sighed. “Nothing. I just came home from shopping, and the phone was ringing, my hands were full…everything’s fine.”

  “That’s why you were threatening me before you even knew who was on the other end of the line?”

  She swallowed hard. “I heard from my father,” she said, knowing better than to lie to him.

  Alex swore loudly. “What did he say?”

  “He left a message with my secretary when I was out of town. The note just said, ‘you owe me.’” She repeated the words written on the pink paper.

  “I’ll kill him.”

  “It’s not worth it. You were a kid last time you dealt with him. You have a career to worry about now. Just stay away from him. Promise me. I’m sure he’s all talk,” Riley said, praying she was right.

  It didn’t make any sense. He’d been out of her life for years. Why surface now?

  “Not making any promises. I’m still in Tampa, but I’ll be back tomorrow. I’ll see what I can dig up on your old man. See what he’s been up to.”

  “Thanks, Alex.” She opted not to argue wit
h him.

  Still shaken up, she knew better than to call Ian. He’d know immediately that something was wrong, so instead, she texted him her thanks for the dress and the rest of her new things.

  He wrote back immediately. Seeing you in them will be thanks enough.

  She smiled and managed to go to bed happy, but her dreams kept her tossing and turning and on edge. Her childhood wasn’t a happy one, and she couldn’t think of one good reason for her father to surface, or what he could imagine she owed him.

  ELEVEN

  The next morning, no sooner had Olivia picked up Riley than she informed her they were spending the day being pampered. She should have said pampered, massaged and hot-stoned, plucked, waxed, blow-dried, and made-up. Her nails and toes were soaked and perfectly painted, a far more perfect job than she did herself. Olivia, it seemed, treated herself to this often. For Riley, it was a brand-new experience, and she surprised herself by enjoying every minute.

  Before she knew it, she was dressed and ready and allowing Ian’s driver to help her into the limousine. Ian waited in the back seat, looking extremely handsome in his black tuxedo. Clothes didn’t make this man; he was too imposing not to be noticed, no matter what he wore. But with his hair perfectly styled, his silver-gray eyes focused on her, he was every inch the man she couldn’t get out of her mind…or, she feared, her heart.

  “You take my breath away,” he said, his eyes darkening with his words.

  Never before had she been the focus of such intense scrutiny.

  “Thank you,” she murmured. “You look pretty hot yourself.”

  “I’m not the one they won’t be able to take their eyes off of.”

  She ducked her head and felt herself blush.

  He lifted her chin with one hand. “I’ll be the luckiest man there tonight. I want you to know that.”

  He trailed a finger down her neck and across her collarbone, his touch intimate and seductive. Her nipples beaded, and she trembled.

  “I think that dress needs a little something more.” With his free hand, he reached behind him and held out a long box.