by Alexis Anne
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Alexis Anne
Copyright
Tease
-Volume 4-
By Alexis Anne
http://alexisannebooks.com/
Smashwords Edition
To Julia and Leanne.
Tease is so much better because of your smart mouths (and minds).
Thank you (from the bottom of my heart). xoxo
Chapter 1
Monday morning
My feet pounded the pavement on the trail that ran along the beach. I had a 10K in two weeks and I hadn’t run a single mile in almost three weeks. If I didn’t get my ass in gear I wasn’t going to cross the finish line, let alone finish with a good time.
Of course I was also running because after my morning class I was making the long drive into Fayetteville to meet with my father for the first time in two years. I felt like I was preparing for battle, and battle preparations included purging unnecessary baggage like a weekend’s worth of booze and good food, no thanks to Adam and his amazing cooking skills.
Dawn was breaking as I rounded the final corner and onto the street that led back to my apartment. The streets were empty except for a few other early morning runners. It was eerie and beautiful to see Calhoun Beach at this time of day. I always wondered if this was how residents saw it two hundred years ago with the brick roads so close to the beach.
When I pushed open my apartment door I was greeted by music and the smell of bacon. Adam, as usual, had woken up before me this morning and was damned determined to make me eat breakfast before work. “Hello Gorgeous. How was your run?”
“I’m out of shape,” I mumbled as I stuffed bacon into my mouth and stuck a fresh glass under the water dispenser in the fridge.
“I highly doubt that.” Adam looked me up and down with a very dubious glint in his eyes. “I seem to recall you have an amazing body and an unprecedented ability to keep up.”
I grunted my agreement. “Sex is a little different from running, though.”
Adam flipped an egg in the pan and grinned. “You got that right. Sex is a helluva lot more fun.”
I kissed him on the cheek and took the plate of food he offered into the bathroom as I started the shower. I was in a mood with my mind stuck on an endless loop about my meeting with Roger, and I didn’t want Adam to start asking questions. He followed me in a moment later. “I figured I’d watch while I ate.”
Running certainly hadn’t given me the release from my stress that I needed and if there was one sure fire way to keep Adam from noticing that something was up, it was to give him a show. “If you’re going to watch, could you be a dear and go retrieve my toy bag?”
Adam stopped mid-chew and stared at me for a second before he grinned and scampered (yes, scampered) out of the bathroom. My shower wasn’t as amazing as Adam’s but it had some fun little tricks of its own.
He set the bag down just outside the shower door and backed up to the counter. He very slowly finished his breakfast as he watched me with razor sharp focus. I took my sweet time shampooing and shaving, letting the massaging showerhead beat over my breasts as I washed. I’d learned over the course of five showerheads that the right one was worth its weight in gold. Not all showerheads were created equal. Some were great for massaging sore neck and back muscles, for instance.
But others were excellent at massaging clits.
While others were better at nipples.
For a while I had one that was excellent at getting me off while between my legs, but not much else. Then it broke and I accidentally bought the one I had now. The difference was surprising. The pressure and spread of the spray was just right. When I stood at the back of my shower it hit both of my nipples at the same time, and with just the right amount of pressure, so that it was arousing, but not painful.
Now that I was clean and shaven it was time for some relief. I positioned the showerhead and relaxed against the cool shower wall, simply enjoying the pleasure I got from my nipples being stimulated by the steady stream of hot water. My core began to throb for more.
Once I knew I was aroused enough to be wet, I opened the shower door and dug through my bag. By that point Adam was done eating. “You are so hot when you are enjoying yourself. I just thought you should know that.”
I grinned and looked up at him as I grabbed the blue silicone dildo and zipped the bag shut. “I can tell. You are as hard as a rock.”
Adam’s boxers were doing a terrible job of covering his cock. “Guess I should just lose these, huh?”
“Do whatever you want,” I shrugged with a mischievous grin. “I certainly am.”
Adam swallowed and groaned. Then he dropped his boxers.
I left the shower door open and returned to my spot on the back wall. After a moment back under the spray, I spread my legs out and began inching the giant fake cock inside me. The water was washing down my torso and between my legs, making it harder to keep the dildo lubricated, but that was also part of the fun. It was a challenge and required all of my focus. My stress and worries faded into the background and all things Hollywood related disappeared, replaced by a cock, my pleasure, and a desire to make the man standing ten feet away lose his mind for a few minutes.
I didn’t look at Adam and I didn’t particularly care what he was doing. I knew he was enjoying every single thing he saw. It was driving him crazy—and that was all that mattered.
The cock finally slid all the way inside and I moaned as it filled me, obliterating every last bit of tension that remained locked inside my muscles. I stayed like that for a minute, letting all the sensations wash over me, reveling in the release of my troubles.
Then I did what I knew was going to make Adam go a little mad. I leaned forward and suction cupped the dildo to the shower wall behind me, riding it back and forth like a real cock. That was when I finally turned my head to get a good look at Adam.
He had his erection in his hand, stroking up and down slowly as his eyes burned into mine. He shook his head slowly and mouthed the word ‘hot’ as I shuddered, the water drenching me from above, my hands braced on the opposite wall, my feet on each side of the shower, and the fake cock sliding in and out of me as I moved.
It was like getting fucked from behind in the shower by Adam, but this way I got to watch him. I gave him a good show, pulling the showerhead down and massaging my nipples as I worked the cock, then down between my legs to my very swollen clit. I gasped when the warm water hit me there. It was almost too much to handle—too harsh against something so raw.
I stood up so I could control the showerhead between my legs easier, the dildo bending upward with my body, pressing against the front of me where I liked it so much. Up on tiptoes I moved up and down the silicone shaft slowly. I didn’t need much, just a little movement to keep things going. The fake balls served as a slide for the water from the showerhead, flushing the water upward along my clit in a wave of warm water instead of a beating spray of high pressure.
It was the perfect combination of stimulation from the inside and outside and my orgasm struck hard and fast. I nearly doubled over at first—it was strong and I was balanced on my toes instead of flat on my feet. Suddenly Adam was in front of me and he held my shoulders in place while I came. I leaned into him, letting my orgasm take control. My clit throbbed and my inner muscles massaged the fake cock finding that glorious pressure that made my orgasms even more powerful.
When I was done, Adam let me go with a wicked grin plastered to his face. His cock was so hard that it was red and swollen
. It looked damn delicious and I knew he was about to come, too. I slid off the dildo and tossed it onto the floor. Adam was busy rehanging the showerhead so he was surprised when I wrapped my hand and lips around his dick. He gasped, which only turned me on more, while I worked and sucked. As he got closer I tasted the salt at his tip and his fingers tightened in my wet hair. When he came I wasn’t surprised. I’d felt the buildup in my hand and the early kick of his cock. He groaned and gasped, massaged my shoulders. I smiled and finished him off when his entire body suddenly relaxed against the shower wall.
“You are constantly full of surprises, you know that?” He gasped.
I stood up and grabbed the showerhead to make sure I was rinsed from head to toe. “Here’s a little something you should know about me: I get really horny when I work out.” There was just something about the combination of sweat, endorphins, and tight clothes.
“Duly noted.”
I left Adam in the shower while I changed for work. Thanks to my decision to play instead of eat I had to shovel the rest of my breakfast in my mouth as I dried my hair and hastily applied a very light layer of makeup. I mostly avoided Adam as I threw the last of my things into my bag. But he wasn’t having it.
“Are you ok?” His eyes searched mine as he ran his thumb along my cheek. He was entirely too good at reading me.
I wanted to tell him everything. That I’d screwed up by letting that fan get too close, that I was miserable and dreading the rest of the day, that all I was looking forward to was being in his arms once it was all over.
But I couldn’t. I was too worried Adam would feel responsible. I was even more worried he’d ask to go with me. My life was poisoning his enough already. I didn’t want him anywhere near my father. The best thing I could do was fake it for another few minutes, get my ass on the road, and survive the day. “I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep too well last night. Weird dreams.” I tried to wave him off but my lie only made Adam more insistent.
He tilted my chin up. “Why didn’t you wake me? I could have read to you some more or we could have watched a bad movie.”
“You can read to me again tonight. Trust me, I’m going to need it.” Why couldn’t I leave well enough alone?
Adam furrowed his brow. If I didn’t get out of there quick, I was going to wind up as the subject of the new Inquisition. “I have to get to class. Enjoy your day!” I practically ran down the stairs and as far away from Adam as I could get. Otherwise I’d wind up in his arms begging him to go with me. And that was something that simply couldn’t happen. I needed to do this alone.
Chapter 2
“Roger,” I said simply as I sat down on the opposite side of the red booth. I’d chosen a chain restaurant called Bonita’s. It was basically a steakhouse with memorabilia plastered to every wall and peanuts on the floor. The servers wore jeans and red and white checked shirts.
“Elizabeth,” he replied with a nod. True to his word my father was wearing a Dodgers baseball hat and a rather uncharacteristic t-shirt. Normally Roger wore suits. Sometimes he wore suits. Or occasionally he went wild and wore…suits. So the getup was strange looking on him.
I picked up the menu and scanned the drinks first, doing my best to avoid small talk with my father as much as possible.
“Thank you for coming,” he said simply while we waited for our waitress.
“Thank you for not making me fly to New York.”
He set his menu down. “That would have been ridiculous considering we were both already in the Carolinas.”
Funny how he said that like it was normal. This was the same man who once made me reschedule my dance recital because it interfered with his tee time. “I trust this will be brief.” Our last meeting ended with me throwing a full pitcher of water at Roger in Edita’s office and our respective security details pulling us out of the room in different directions.
“Your mother and I merely want to know exactly what we’re dealing with. You know how difficult it is to manage the press unless you have all the facts. Especially during sweeps.”
I closed my eyes so Roger wouldn’t see me roll them. “We’re a few weeks out.”
“Still, you never know how something small in September might turn into something major by November.”
So dramatic. They were always so damn dramatic. And liars. There was no way this was as simple as information control. They were being accommodating and sickly sweet. Roger and Cybil wanted something and they were willing to go to extra lengths to get it.
“Hi, my name is Shirley,” a sweet, younger woman stopped at the end of our table. Her bleached blonde hair was swept in a loose braid over one shoulder and her eyeliner was far too heavy for the middle of the day. “I’ll be helping you out today. Can I get you started off with anything from our bar?”
“Fat Tire,” I replied before Roger could open his mouth.
“Alright, a beer for the lady. And you sir? What can I get for you?”
While Roger asked Shirley several questions, I checked the bar. Sure enough, Andres, my bodyguard, was positioned on the corner, just as Edita had promised when she called to tell me about this meeting. He was a deceptive looking guy. He had a smile that could warm anyone’s heart, and eyes that could charm the pants off a nun. His face was so distracting that most people missed the fact that Andres was also six foot three and two hundred and forty pounds of pure hulking muscle. They definitely missed the gun under his arm and the other on his back.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and smiled—my signal to him that all was well. Andres smiled back indicating that he was good to go.
“Do you know what you’re having for lunch or would you two like a minute?”
“Turkey club with the fries,” I answered automatically.
Roger looked surprised but glanced at his menu. “I’ll take the steak fajitas.”
“Great, I’ll get those in for you.” Shirley disappeared and left me alone with Roger. I kind of wished Shirley had stayed.
“Shall we start? There really isn’t much to go over.” Maybe if we could get this done the tension between us would lessen a little.
Roger frowned. “I’m afraid that there is a great deal to go over, actually. How long have you been dating Adam Callaway?”
“We’re not dating,” I answered automatically. My irritation was skyrocketing. I was used to the cold distance of my parents, but it still hit me hard every time we met. There was simply no warmth from the man who was supposed to be my father.
“My sources say you’ve been spotted with him several times this week.”
“Fuck your sources,” I replied, leaning back in the booth and crossing my arms. “You’d really rather base your assumptions on the report some jerk threw together in the last forty-eight hours?”
“Frankly, when it comes to you? Yes.”
That stung. “We’re not dating. He’s a friend and he’s only in town until the end of the week.”
“Then why is he staying at your apartment instead of his? Why is he paying for your food and drinks? And why, if you aren’t dating, is he buying you jewelry?”
Jewelry? For fucks sake. What was Adam up to? “One, he’s staying at my apartment because we’re having sex. It isn’t the same thing as dating. You are the last person on the planet I should have to explain that to. Two, he’s paying for some of my food and drinks and I’m paying for some of his. It really depends on who has their credit card out first. And three, I have no idea what jewelry you are talking about.”
“He purchased it today.” Roger had that sick look on his face he always got when he thought he had an advantage. “He had a long conversation with the jeweler and my undercover investigator about the woman he was purchasing it for.”
My heart thudded in my chest. I really wish I’d heard about it from Adam and not my father. Jewelry from Adam… “If he purchased it today then you know damn well I have no idea what you’re talking about. But thanks for the heads up, asshole.” Roger was such a manipulative jerk. H
e managed to put me under the microscope and ruin a beautiful gift all at once. “Jewelry or not, it doesn’t change the fact that we’re not dating and he’s not my boyfriend.”
“He said you were. He called you his girlfriend.”
I waved it off. “It was probably for convenience. There isn’t exactly a nice word for ‘woman I’m casually fucking on vacation’.”
My father raised an eyebrow and leaned back as Shirley returned with our drinks. He waited until she was back out of earshot before resuming his questioning. “So you have no plans to continue seeing him after today?”
His choice of wording took me back. Plus the idea of not seeing Adam after today did something ugly to my insides. “I plan on seeing him for the rest of the week. Until his vacation is over.” I left it there since I wasn’t sure if or when I’d see Adam again.
“With the media interest in your story, seeing Adam any longer will only fuel the fire. You haven’t been photographed in months and the video…well, the stories have already started.”
By the tone in his voice, I could assume the stories weren’t reflecting well on Roger and Cybil. More than likely one of the entertainment outlets had run with something along the lines of, “Estranged Lawrence daughter resurfaces in bar brawl, troubled past still haunts family.” Cybil’s reality show was built on the crap she sold the world about being reborn into a newer, better person.
Served them right for feeding me to the entertainment wolves. I held in a smirk of satisfaction as I imagined their greed for the spotlight backfiring on them. “We are laying low. I don’t see any problems with continuing my arrangement until Adam leaves town.”
While Roger stewed over my answer I drank half my beer hoping that our conversation was basically over. When the food arrived, I’d scarf it down and leave.
Unfortunately my optimism was misplaced.
“Adam Callaway is a stumbling block for us. His name puts yours back in the spotlight at a difficult time. Your mother’s show is struggling this season and the questions being asked about you and him are not the kind that help boost ratings.”