Scandal Exposed (The Lust List: Kaidan Stone #4)

by Nova Raines

  He’s so close, his heat radiates over me, and my skin tingles in anticipation.

  He kneels, straddling me, and runs his hands down my back firmly, massaging me. I let out a sigh of pleasure as he works my muscles for a few minutes. But then he reaches the sensitive part of my lower back and kneads there. A surge of heat races through me, making me buzz, making me even wetter. He gently teases my panties down, exposing me, and applies the same firm attention to my ass. I let out a little moan.

  I bite my lip as he slides his oil-slick hand between my thighs and teases my wet cleft, rubbing against it gently. I find myself wiggling closer, unabashed, wishing his fingers would slide inside me, or at least graze my clit.

  But he takes his hand away.

  I roll over in a deft motion beneath him, unable to take it anymore.

  “No,” he says. His voice rough. As I try to pull him closer, he gently presses me down and holds my hands at my sides. “Keep them there.”

  He kisses me, and I hungrily meet his tongue with mine. I want him in me now. But he pulls away and picks up the other massage oil. This time he drips it directly on my chest, and I gasp as the cool liquid trickles down my torso and beneath the curve of my breasts.

  Kaidan trails the line of oil down my stomach, all the way to the short tuft of hair above my pussy.

  He swirls the oil between my breasts, keeping his eyes on mine, and I’m breathing hard, wishing he’d touch me everywhere I’m aching right now. Then he does, cupping each breast, gently rolling my nipples, sending currents of pleasure down my body.

  Then he sucks on each of them in turn. Desire radiates through me. I clutch the sheets as he moves lower, kissing me along my stomach. He pulls my panties the rest of the way off and spreads my unresisting legs apart.

  His lips find my thighs, and his hot breath drives me to the edge. When I can barely take it anymore, he moves his mouth to my clit and licks around it with his tongue.

  I let out a gasp as he takes my clit in his mouth and uses his tongue directly on it. He slides his fingers into me, and I buck toward him, wanting more, needing more. He buries his face in my sex and works his fingers in and out in time with the careful movements of his tongue.

  I bite my lip and let him take me to the top. I cry out as I orgasm, my pussy clenching tightly around his fingers.

  He waits until I’m done, then pulls them out. He gets up to remove his boxer brief, freeing himself. I heat up, ready again. His intense eyes find mine as he moves on top of me, then kisses me with more intensity than before. His tongue finds mine, and I taste myself, taste my pleasure on his lips.

  I can’t obey anymore. I let go of the sheets and wrap my arms around his back drawing him close, running my hands along his strong arms, his broad back.

  I can feel his tip teasing my sensitive clit, and I wiggle beneath him, yearning for him to be inside me.

  I arch my back so my breasts are against his chest. We’re both breathing hard, and my slick skin moves against his.

  He ends our kiss to look down at me. The candlelight flickers off his face, and fire seems to dance between us, more attraction than I’ve ever felt before. Our bodies are desperate to join, but it’s about more than that. This isn’t just lust.

  He pushes an errant lock of hair out of my eyes. “I love you, Hayley,” he says, his voice husky.

  “I love you, too, Kaidan.”

  He kisses me one more time, then eases his cock into me. I gasp as he fills me up, but I never take my eyes off his. He’s watching me, finding pleasure in my pleasure.

  He begins to take me, over and over, and I’m so open, so exposed as he looks down at me. His eyes get darker as he moves, and I can tell he’s holding back.

  I pull him closer for another sensuous kiss and clench my thighs around his sides, urging him on with my body.

  He moans and fucks me with hard, long strokes that take me so high there’s nothing in the world but Kaidan and me in a haze of bliss. He fills me up, making me feel whole. We move as one— our hearts pound the same wild rhythm. This is what making love means.

  I reach the peak with him, crying out as he lets go.

  He stays inside me for a minute, gazing at me. I never want him to go. I love this feeling, this connection. When he finally pulls out and lays beside me, wrapping an arm around me tight, we stare into each other’s eyes, still trying to catch our breath.

  “I don’t want this to end,” he murmurs.

  “It doesn’t have to.” I give him another kiss. “I’m all yours, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

  I wake up beside Kaidan the next morning tangled in the sheets from the night before.

  He’s still asleep, breathing evenly and deeply, and unlike the last time I woke up in his bed, this time I take the time to enjoy the view.

  He’s so handsome, so amazing. I can’t believe he’s mine. I don’t want to wake him, because he’s resting deeply and looks content. I don’t think he tossed or turned at all last night. Maybe his sleepless nights are a thing of the past, just like our troubles.

  I give him a light kiss and pad off to the bathroom to freshen up. I take a quick shower and find out they’ve got plenty of wrapped toiletries here, thankfully including a toothbrush.

  When I’m done, I grab a towel to cover myself and head back into the cabin. Kaidan is up and dressed in some fresh clothes. He looks so content. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in cargo shorts and a t-shirt before, but I don’t think the relaxed look on his face has to do with his attire.

  His face lights up when he sees me, and he comes over to give me a slow kiss. “Good morning,” he says. “I got a shower in the other bathroom. Didn’t want to disturb you. Did you sleep well?”

  “Best sleep ever. Did you sleep alright?”

  “More than alright. I haven’t slept that well in years.” His voice is soft, full of meaning, and I feel my cheeks warm.

  “So what now? Do you have to call your father about last night?”

  He laughs. “No. Absolutely not. I went and told the captain to take us out for a bit. Is that alright with you?”

  I twine my arms around his neck. “More than alright.”

  He runs a hand along my towel and swallows. “If you don’t get some clothes on, we might not get a chance to leave this cabin at all.”

  Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Well I didn’t bring any clothes except last night’s dress. It’s not great for sunbathing.”

  He lifts a brow. “I had this all planned out, remember? Check the closet. Then come meet me up on the sundeck.”

  He kisses me one more time and heads out of the cabin.

  I turn to the closet and slide the door open. Kaidan’s clothing is on the bottom rack, and the top rack is filled with an assortment of clothing, bathing suits, and even a floppy hat and sunglasses. I recognize some of the clothes from the rack the stylist sent over to the Stone mansion last weekend.

  Last weekend. Before I stole the diamond. Before the FBI arrest. Before I found out all my money was gone. Before Kaidan and Rowan helped me take care of the drug dealers for good.

  It feels like an eternity ago.

  I lost all my material wealth in a week.

  But I got my brother back. And I’m with Kaidan again… the man I love.

  Life is perfect.

  I get dressed in a bikini, shorts, and a loose-fitting white shirt. Then I grab the floppy hat and sunglasses and go upstairs to the sundeck. Just as I reach the deck, I feel the boat’s movement as we get underway.

  Kaidan’s waiting for me in the little alcove up here. He’s at a table tucked beneath an overhang to keep the sun off our faces. Breakfast is arrayed in front of him.

  I drop into the chair beside him and lean my head on his shoulder.

  He wraps an arm around me. “Chef just brought it up.”

  Omelettes, bacon, pancakes, several juices. Way too much food for two people, but they’re taking a yacht out for two people, so what else do I expect? “Tha
nks. Looks delicious.”

  We dig into breakfast, and I inhale the fresh sea salt air. After a short time, I realize the yacht has officially taken us out to sea.

  I get up from my chair and head toward the front of the deck. It’s entirely made up of cushions and throw pillows for sunbathing. I climb onto the cushions and lean over the rail, looking out at the ocean. The air whips through my still-drying hair. It’s gorgeous out here. Kaidan follows and sinks down beside me. He grabs my hand, and we watch the waves together.

  “I love the water,” I say. “It goes on forever. I used to stare out at the ocean and think about other people and what they were doing on the other side of it. What it looked like from their beach.”

  “Endless possibility and excitement. The mystery of the ocean. That’s why I love it.”

  I smile up at him, and he kisses me.

  “So what will you do now?” I ask.

  He nods and looks pensive. Finally he answers. “We talked about this before… about what it’s like living in the shadow of our parents. I’m ready to find my own way.”

  “So you won’t take over the label?”

  He shrugs. “I might, or I might not. I need time to myself to decide. I need a break. From all of it. What about you? I mean, once we get you your inheritance. I’m sorry Nordstrom did that to you. He’ll pay for it.”

  His face darkens, and I run a hand along the stubble on his cheek. “It might have been the best thing that could have happened. I feel… free now.”

  “Remember what I said… about taking a trip?”

  “Yes…”

  “Would you like to come with me?”

  “Of course I would.”

  He grins. “Then we’ll leave tomorrow. Where do you want to go? Anywhere in the world.”

  “How about France?” I ask shyly. “I’d love to experience those restaurants and cafes with you.”

  “France, then. We can start there, see if we can escape under the radar, leave our paparazzi friends behind.” He pulls me close for a long kiss.

  I sink into the warmth of it. I feel so safe, whole, loved. There are no secrets now, only trust. I want this to last forever. And maybe it can. Something tells me I may have found the man I’m going to be with for the rest of my life. The thought scares me, but it excites me more than anything.

  When we end the kiss, Kaidan smirks at me in that way I love. “I hope you’re ready.”

  “For what?”

  “For the best adventure you’ve ever had.”

  ***

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  Live. Love. Lust.

  Nova

  First Taste

  By Mira Bailee

  I start the morning on a promising note—a full-blown panic attack with a side of desperation.

  “Maddie!”

  I rush across the living room to the other bedroom in our little apartment. This old place was the best we could afford on our measly incomes in this part of Los Angeles, but we’ve done our best to spruce it up: scrubbed mildew from the floorboards, strategically placed rugs over the worst of the carpet stains, and I even dedicated my unemployed free time to DIY projects I found online to decorate the bland, beige walls. I’m certain this place is the nicest unit in the building. I mean, Mr. Harrison downstairs has been bitching for months about a two-foot hole in his bathroom wall. Never mind the fact he doesn’t want to admit he caused the damage after the Kings lost in overtime. Yeah, this place isn’t that bad.

  But who cares about the state of our apartment when my heart is threatening to escape through my ribs…and my breakfast is threatening to escape through my throat?

  Deep breaths.

  The jittery feeling persists while I knock on my roommate, Maddie’s, door. It swings open with the lightest touch. Her room is dark, and I can hear soft snores coming from the bed.

  “Maddie. Wake up. I need you,” I say, shaking her foot that hangs out from under the cover.

  She groans and rolls over, croaking out an unintelligible slur of words. “It’s too early, Olivia. Get the hell out.”

  My hand goes to my belly, trying to soothe the nauseous feeling. “It’s almost noon,” I say, tripping over a bag as I walk to the window and pull aside the thick blackout curtains. Harsh sunlight bursts through the thin glass; one of the panes is cracked. Maddie’s room illuminates to show off the details that reflect her personality. Dirty laundry strewn about the floor and fast food containers on every surface compete with the intricate silk scarves she has draped over lamps and the string of white Christmas lights woven around the curly iron of her headboard. Maddie is Bohemian-chic meets messy-frat-boy.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks.

  “I need you to help me get dressed.”

  “Seriously?” She flops back down in bed.

  Okay, yes. That sounds pathetic. I’ll admit it. But my grandmother has better style than I do, and my closet’s filled with clothes that are either worn out from over-washing or two sizes too small. Since my broke ass can’t do anything to change what’s in there, I have to rely on Maddie—and her talent for making me into a better version of myself—to get me looking like the ideal candidate for Platinum Planning’s newest assistant to the head event planner himself, Mr. Greg Keenly. If I land this job, I’ll finally make enough money to take care of myself and pay Maddie back for everything she’s done for me.

  “Please. I’m going to end up late if I don’t figure this out now, and all I have are ill-fitting, ugly-ass adult clothes.”

  “You are an adult.”

  “Sure. But I’m twenty-two, and nothing I own looks like it came from the twenty-first century. I need to look good—better than good.”

  Maddie stumbles out of bed and follows me back to my room. She takes one glance at the outfits laying on my bed—a faded, blue pantsuit and a dress that would better fit a twelve-year-old. Her burst of laughter confirms I need help, and I’m not even offended.

  “I told you.”

  “What’s it for? Is it a date? Oh, please tell me it’s a date. You so desperately need to get laid. You—”

  “It’s a job interview.”

  Maddie’s shoulders drop, losing some of her temporary excitement. Of course she would be more worried about me dating than working. My last boyfriend, Bryce, and I broke up over a year ago, and I haven’t bothered looking for anyone new. It’s too stressful. Dating, the expectations, the whole act of coming across like perfect girlfriend material. More often than not, it just makes me sick. Literally. Being single has its perks. Sure, I’m missing out on potentially decent sex—a momentary relief from my own neurotic nuances, quiet time for my constantly worrying mind. But along with the sex comes the overanalyzing and suspicions and the arguments caused by both. In the end, the guy gets sick of it fast, and I can’t blame him. It’s much easier to remain single.

  Maddie leaves the room only to return a minute later carrying a black dress. She holds it out for me, but I’m skeptical.

  “Does that really convey professional—”

  “You’ll be hot. But not slutty. Put it on.” She thrusts it out again, and I take it.

  I go to our shared bathroom to change, doing a double take when I see my reflection in the mirror.

  “Damn.” I can admit t
his dress gives the right impression. My dark hair frames my face before cascading over my shoulders, detracting from the obvious cleavage this dress gives me. It’s formfitting and low-cut but in a way that says ‘professional businesswoman’ and not ‘amateur stripper’. I may even be able to play off confidence if I can get control over the nervous ache in my stomach.

  In my room, Maddie is half asleep on my bed. My little square of home is much cleaner than hers but holds little personality. She lifts a hand to point at the side table that holds a simple, white lamp and my charging cell phone. “It was buzzing. I turned it off.”

  “That means it’s time to go.” I slip into black flats—no way do I want to deal with heels when I’m feeling all shaky. I’m reaching for my phone when I see Maddie glaring at me. “What?”

  “You set an alarm to tell you when to leave?”

  “And when to wake up. When to get ready. And a half dozen others to keep me on time today.” I grab my purse, unplug my phone, and pull up the map with the directions already routed out. “You shouldn’t be surprised.”

  “I just thought you were working on being less…obsessed with order. Didn’t Dr. Shannon—”

  “I’ve gotten better.” My therapist has been working on helping me let go of minor control issues in an effort to help me deal with some of the bigger ones. Lately, we’ve been working on time and my tendency to have everything planned out by the minute. My handy alarms keep me on track, but she says they make me too dependent on outside forces. Days when I’m not busy, I do okay leaving my comfort zone—turning off the alarms and ignoring the clocks—but anticipating today triggered the panic, so I had to give in. Just today. “I see her later. I’ll let her know I’ve been bad.”

  Maddie sighs, “You’re going to be great. Whatever the job is.”

  “Thank you.” I rush over to give her a hug, knowing I need to be in my car in the next thirty seconds. “And thank you for this.” I gesture at my dress. “Love you, best friend.”