A Convenient Marriage [Book 2 of the Friends and Lovers Series]

by Nadia Aidan

  "What are you thinking?"

  She glanced up at him, debating whether or not she should tell him the truth.

  She grinned nervously deciding to just be honest.

  "That it's been so long since I've been on a date I'm just realizing that I don't know the rules anymore."

  He lifted a single eyebrow. “Rules?"

  "You know, at the end of date. Should I invite you in? Should I kiss you goodnight? When I dated long ago, there were rules a woman was supposed to follow, but I don't know what they are anymore."

  He edged his large frame into her personal space causing her body to hum to life. She almost felt faint as a flush of heat stole across her flesh.

  "I don't believe in rules. Not when it comes to how two people feel. I say you do what feels right, what feels comfortable to you."

  She smiled at his words. She liked that about Richard. He always said what was on his mind, what he felt inside. She never wondered what he was thinking or feeling because he'd never been shy in telling her.

  She twisted the knob and opened the door.

  "Would you like some coffee?” she asked as she stepped inside.

  He followed behind her, closing the door with a soft thud.

  "To be honest, I don't want coffee, but if you want coffee, then we'll drink coffee."

  Showing more bravado than she actually felt, she placed her palms flat against his well-muscled torso and slid them up his chest until they clasped behind his neck.

  "To be honest, I don't want coffee either.” The words barely escaped her lips before he was crushing his mouth down on hers. He took her breath away as he devoured her lips in a mind numbing kiss.

  His hands slid around her waist to cup the fleshy globes of her ass and drag her flush against his body. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she found herself pressed tightly against his body, and his rock hard erection pushed against her belly.

  Molten heat spread inside of her and her body tingled with feverous pleasure. A dull ache gathered inside her quivering pussy that now dripped with moist heat as the pebbled peaks of her nipples poked into the hard planes of his chest.

  His hands were everywhere as he spun her around and backed her up against the closed door.

  She released a soft sigh when he dragged his mouth from her lips to trace a hot, wet trail down her throat, to the V of her dress neckline. He stroked his tongue across the exposed flesh sending wet heat pouring from her sheath. She wanted him to just remove her dress entirely so she could feel his lips across every inch of her feverish skin.

  As if reading her mind, he reached behind her back to undo the zipper. She quickly stepped out of the dress and braced herself against the door. He stood to his full height to stare down at her and she shivered under the intensity of his dark, brown gaze.

  Like every woman, she had her insecurities and she wondered what he thought of her less than perfect figure, which was very different from that of the twenty-year-old girls he regularly bedded.

  "God, you're even more beautiful than I fantasized,” he whispered in awe as he leisurely slid his gaze the length of her body before once again coming to rest on her face.

  A tiny spark of pleasure ignited in her belly at the thought that he fantasized about her. She wanted to joke that he had strange fantasies, but she knew Richard wouldn't appreciate her sarcastic humor at the moment. He always seemed bothered when she made self-deprecating comments that she always thought were really funny. But apparently not to him.

  All thoughts of humor or anything else flew from her head when he pushed down the lacy cups of her bra to gather her full breasts in his palms.

  He massaged them with expert hands, eliciting breathy moans from her as he rolled her sensitive nipples between his fingertips and tugged gently. Her head fell back and her eyes fluttered closed when he dipped his head to draw one of her hardened peaks inside the moist heat of his mouth.

  "Richard,” she gasped as her hands flew to the back of his head. She dug her nails into his scalp as he alternated between each breast, stroking each nipple with his tongue, until the dark areolas were glistening wet.

  Her breath hitched in her throat when he dropped to his knees and pressed his face against her mound.

  She glanced down and watched him hook his fingers into the elastic waistband of her black panties and tug them slowly down her legs. As if on cue, she stepped out of them when they fell to her ankles.

  Her body trembled with need and anticipation as he kissed a languorous pathway along the length of one leg. By the time he reached the mouth of her womb, she was a quivering mass of boneless jelly.

  "Oh, God,” she cried out when he slowly dragged his tongue through the glistening folds of her pussy to taste her cream. Her knees buckled, but Richard kept her standing by gripping her thighs with both hands.

  Inarticulate noises were wrenched from her mouth with each stroke of his skillful tongue. Slurping sounds echoed in the room as he devoured her pussy with his mouth. When he fastened his lips around her tiny nub and began a slow, rhythmic sucking motion she nearly came undone.

  She gripped the back of his head, holding his face between her thighs as she ground her pussy against his mouth. At the first shocks of her orgasm she nearly collapsed, but again Richard held her up. She clenched her eyes shut tight as fireworks exploded behind her lids and she gave herself over to one of her strongest orgasms ever.

  She opened her mouth to scream, but for several long seconds nothing came out until finally a tortured sob escaped her lips as her body convulsed with explosive tremors of uncontrollable pleasure.

  The tight walls of her sheath clenched and unclenched with violent spasms as her wet juices seeped from her hole to flood his mouth. He lapped up her hot cum until the last wave of her climax crested inside her and she relaxed against the door.

  Standing there on wobbly legs, he held her firmly as he slid up her body to place a long wet kiss against her mouth. She shuddered with pleasure as she tasted the spicy taste of herself on his lips. They kissed deeply for several long moments before he pulled away from her.

  She stood there confused when he righted her bra and stooped down to grab her dress and wrap it around her under her arms like a towel.

  "What are you doing?"

  "I enjoyed this particular brand of coffee you just served. I must say, very rich and satisfying and while I would love to stay for another cup, I know that I better go before I end up wanting more than just a taste."

  "You're leaving?” She was incredulous.

  He nodded.

  "B-but y-you haven't..."

  His eyes sparkled with mischief. “What type of man do you think I am? I can't give you too much too soon. As soon as you've had your fill of me, you'll have no reason to accept my dates any longer.” He slid his finger down her cheek. “I have to leave you wanting more."

  She doubted she would ever get her fill of him, not if the rest of him was as talented as his mouth, but she didn't bother arguing with him.

  His eyes may have been playful, but she could tell that he was serious.

  "I will call you tomorrow. If you're free on Wednesday then I would like to take you out again.” He then placed another long kiss against her lips and she almost shamelessly begged him to stay, but before she could gather her wits, he mumbled a low ‘good night’ and slipped out the door.

  Long after he left, she stood there staring at the closed door in complete shock.

  She may be old, but she didn't think she would ever get to the age where a man turned down no strings attached sex. If Richard was an example of today's man, then the rules as she'd known them had definitely changed.

  * * * *

  "Richard did what?’ She held the cordless phone cupped against her ear as she stirred spaghetti with her other hand.

  "Honey, he walked out. Can you believe it?"

  "What? Nothing? No nasty? No bumping and grinding—"

  "Every day you sound more and more like Lacy.” Lisa grinned a
t the thought that anyone could ever sound like Lacy. “And, no I didn't say nothing happened."

  "Ooooh, well whatever he did, was he good?"

  Sonya laughed on the other line. “You know a lady is never supposed to tell, but I will say this. I hope he does everything else as well as he did that."

  "That good, huh? Well, you certainly deserve it. That ex-husband of yours didn't know what he had, but I always knew Richard was no fool."

  "Why would Rich be a fool?"

  Lisa glanced up to see Adam stroll into the kitchen. At the puzzled look on his face, she pointed to the phone so that he didn't think she was talking to herself.

  "Did your hubby just walk in?"

  "Uh huh."

  "Well then I'll let you go. Lacy should be taking a break soon anyway and I know she is going to want to hear this."

  She rolled her eyes. Lacy was going to have a field day with the news. “Oh Lord. I can hear her now.” They both exchanged a quick laugh at that thought, before she hurriedly said goodbye and ended the call.

  "I take it that was Sonya,” Adam said as soon as she hung up.

  "Yep.” She knew he was hedging for details so she kept her response short.

  "Did she go out with Richard or something?"

  She flashed Adam a secretive smile. “You'll have to ask your best friend."

  He shook his head and grimaced at her. “What is it with you women? If they went out on a date, then so what?"

  She turned the burners down on the stove to let the sauce simmer for a few more minutes.

  "If Richard told you something about Sonya, would it be right if you just automatically told me?"

  "If he didn't tell me not to tell you, then yes."

  She lifted her lips into a smile. “Well women don't see it that way. Besides, Sonya told me something in strict confidence, so according to your rule I still can't tell you."

  Adam muttered something under his breath and she laughed at the surly look on his face. He shot her a look of mock irritation before he too succumbed to the infectious laughter.

  She'd been there for almost two months now and to say they were getting along would be an exaggeration, although not entirely far from the truth. There were still some moments when they found themselves giving into the pain that still lingered inside them, and they would lash out angrily at each other, but those moments didn't negate the others where they enjoyed genuine laughter and companionship as they were doing now.

  She didn't let herself succumb to the fantasy they were working toward reconciliation because that would be foolish, but she also knew that with each passing day they chipped away at the wall that still separated them, which kept her hopeful. And at this point, after how much they'd endured, that was a good place to start.

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  Chapter Eight

  At the sound of glass breaking, he instantly shot up in his bed. He listened for several moments in silence. When he heard a muffled scream, he quickly shoved back the covers and slammed out of his room. Throwing Lisa's door open he scanned the room with hawk like eyes, searching for her. He reached out his hand and flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. Fear slid down his spine.

  "Lisa?” he shouted.

  He saw a figure from the corner of his eye and he spun around instantly recognizing her lithe frame.

  "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. The thunderstorm knocked out the power and I accidentally broke one of my vases trying to find a flashlight in the dresser."

  He knew she couldn't see his face in the dark but he still shot her a look of disbelief. “What are you still doing up?"

  "You know how I am with storms. I couldn't sleep with all the noise so I started reading a book, but then the power went out and I wanted a flashlight so that I could finish reading."

  Although he couldn't make out her expressions perfectly in the dark, he heard the fear in her voice. She'd always reacted very badly to storms, and during the warmer months in DC, thunderstorms were pretty common. He'd spent many nights with her wrapped in his arms, as she flinched each and every time thunder boomed in the sky. He suspected the childhood she refused to talk about had something to do with her fear, but as always he'd never pressed her on telling him about it because she always clammed up when he tried.

  "Don't move,” he said and ran back to his room to slip on some flip-flops. He walked back into her bedroom and crossed the small space that separated them to hoist her into his arms. Tiny chips of glass crunched beneath his feet as he carried her so that she wouldn't cut herself.

  He held her pressed against his body as he walked down the hall toward his bedroom. Once inside he shut the door with his foot and laid her on top of his bed.

  She scrambled to a sitting position and he could feel her eyes following him.

  "What are you doing?"

  "I'm going back to bed,” he said as he slipped under the covers.

  "I can see that. I mean why did you bring me into your room?"

  He knew what she was really asking the first time, but he'd been trying to avoid giving her an answer. He let out a sigh as he did his best to sound casual.

  "You have glass all over your floor and there's no power, I couldn't let you stay in your room."

  "I-I can stay in the other room down the hall,” she said slowly. Adam knew she didn't want to, he could hear it her voice. She was afraid of the angry storm that brewed outside, but she was willing to go sleep in a strange room where he knew she would huddle under her covers in the dark, because she didn't want him to feel as if she was imposing on him. He wanted to ask if she thought he was that insensitive, but was too afraid of what her answer might be.

  "Why? When you can stay here,” he said as he tugged her down to the bed, turned over onto his side and pulled her back flush against his chest with his arm draped around her waist.

  She didn't protest as she scooted deeper into his embrace when lightning flashed outside his window. He tightened his arm around her and rested his chin on top of her head.

  He closed his eyes and inhaled the unique scent of her as he struggled not to become aroused by the press of her ass against his manhood. When she wriggled her bottom against him, he had to forcibly bite back a loud groan. This was pure torture. He felt the stirring of his cock and tried to put some space between their lower bodies, but every time he moved she seemed to move with him.

  "Lisa,” he growled in warning.

  "What?"

  "Stop moving."

  "I can't help it. I always fidget during a storm."

  He let out a sigh of frustration. “I never remember you doing this before."

  He felt her hesitate before she said in a rush, “That's because you always made love to me to keep me distracted."

  As if on cue his cock snapped to attention. He stifled a low groan at the same time a breathy gasp escaped her lips. She'd undoubtedly felt the press of his erection against her lower back.

  They lay there in silence, pretending to ignore that the air in the room had suddenly changed and was now several degrees hotter. Thunder exploded in the sky again and he was not surprised when she nervously flipped over onto her other side to face him.

  A flash of lightning followed seconds later and she jerked against him, entangling herself in his arms. He tried to ignore the fear he saw in her eyes when the lightning illuminated her face, but the image remained imprinted on his brain.

  Everything about this was wrong, but she called to him with her body, and her fear, mixed with her desire, was an impossible combination to fight.

  He tried one last time to stop them from making a huge mistake when thunder clapped loudly outside. Before the sound had even faded, she'd pressed her lips against his in a kiss that burned with both passion and terror. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to ease her panic, fighting hard not to succumb to the lust that simmered in his veins.

  When she deepened the kiss all thought of fighting what they both so desperately wanted vanished from hi
s head. Still he remembered he'd called her name in warning, but that was his final protest before he gave himself over to the pleasurable sensations of having her in his arms. He slid his tongue inside the moist heat of her mouth, delighting in the heady taste of her. He drank in the moan that escaped her lips as he sucked gently on her tongue, deepening the kiss.

  With his lips locked to hers, he rolled her over onto her back and settled between her thighs. With nothing but a pair of boxers and her flimsy nightgown separating them, he could feel every sensual curve of her slender body. He skimmed his hands along the side of her body until he reached the hem of her gown. With deft fingers he slid the gown up her figure and pushed it over her head. As soon as he got it off, he flung it aside. Dragging his lips from her mouth he stared at her for a single moment before once again lowering his head to run his tongue along the column of her throat.

  Starting at her neck, he rained a trail of kisses down her body. He stopped to lavish special attention on her small breasts. Lisa had large nipples that Adam had always loved to suckle on.

  He cupped the weight of one breast in his hand and lowered his head to draw the nipple between his lips, wondering how he'd lasted this long without the taste of her hardened buds in his mouth.

  While one hand fondled and caressed her breast, his lips and tongue suckled and licked her other nipple. He alternated back and forth between each breast before he reluctantly tore himself from the beautiful jewels and continued his trail of kisses down her body.

  He briefly stroked his tongue in her belly button but didn't linger long as he continued along his path down her body until he reached the juncture between her thighs.

  He heard her breath catch in her throat and he glanced up to meet her lust-filled gaze. He flashed her a wolfish grin before he lowered his head and hungrily dove in. Holding her thighs spread apart with his hands, he feasted on her pussy, lapping at the sticky folds of her sex with his skillful tongue.