by Marie James
Table of Contents
Begging for Hale
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Alexa
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
A note from Marie James
Begging for Hale
BY
Marie James
Hale Series Book Two
Copyright
Begging for Hale
Copyright © 2015 Marie James
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Prologue
Lorali
I know what you’re thinking and Ian did not ask that question. I’m head over heels for him and I think he feels the same way, but neither one of us are ready for that type of commitment. Yet.
He asked me to move in with him and I said yes without even having to consider it. I knew I loved being with him every minute I was not at work so really it was a no brainer. This way we wouldn’t have to waste time running back and forth getting clothes and other supplies. I wasn’t worried about leaving the girls in a lurch at the apartment. Alexa made three times as much as Josie and I, and she was always super jealous of the bathroom in my room, so she was all for it. She agreed to take over my part of the rent so Josie wouldn’t be put out on increased expenses.
Ian told me he’d never cancelled the plans for the week and was ecstatic when I agreed to go away with him for the remainder of the week. Although he has his own jet for cross country business, he chartered a different one so we wouldn’t have to stop to refuel.
I can still picture the look of pure joy on his face when we drove up to it. I was sure that planes flying over head could see the smile that lit up his face; his eyes shining bright as he took in the magnificent piece of machinery before us.
“This is nice.” I say, limiting my enthusiasm, knowing it would drive him crazy.
“Nice? It’s WAY more than nice, Lorali! It’s a Challenger 300, long range jet!” I had to smile at his enthusiasm for the ultra-rich toy.
I boarded the luxury jet with no idea where we were heading, and remained uniformed until we landed. I honestly had no concern for where we were heading after Ian seduced me into the suite inside the cabin.
“Ian.” I whispered as he slowly undressed me, brushing his lips against each part of flesh he exposed.
His large hands flexed and released me repeatedly as he continued exploration with his tongue, the hot velvety flesh of lips gliding over my body, leaving a fiery trail in their wake. I closed my eyes and moan as his breath caressed my lower belly, the anticipation of where his mouth was headed left me breathless.
“So perfect.” He whispered against my folds that were held open with his hands on either side of my core; the heat stimulated the nerves that had numbed from the cold air in the room. The long slow lick of his tongue up my center caused a hitch in my breathing. “You taste like heaven.” He cooed as his tongue slid lower, penetrating me.
I was trembling, my arms and legs quivered uncontrollably. The cold had nothing to do with my body’s response. My reaction relied solely on the magnificent man between my thighs who had devoured me as if I were his last meal, only his actions were painfully slow, like he was afraid it would end too soon. My body craved him; the tiny muscles inside that were just out of reach of his skilled tongue fluttered in an attempt to pull him in closer.
My hands attempted to tangle in his short hair and I released a sigh of frustration because I was unable to gain purchase enough to pull him up my body. “Ian.” I whispered; the request went unanswered as he continued his devouring. “Please?” I begged, the strained tone of my voice grabs his attention, if only to raise his eyes to mine, as his tongue continued his soft strokes and swirling at my clit. “Baby, I need you.”
“You have me, baby.” He replied just before sealing his lips over my hardened bud and giving it a hard suck.
I climaxed without warning. My core convulsed frantically, desperately searching for something to cling around. Even though the orgasm rocked me to my core and Ian continued to provide soothing licks to my body, I was left completely unsated.
“Ian?” My voice was needy and pleading.
He licked my juices from his lips and he slowly crawled up my body. My mouth fell open; the sight of my need reflected in his heavily lidded eyes.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” His command was spoken huskily.
“Inside of me,” I told him, my voice as equally hoarse. “I need you inside of me.”
He leaned in and kissed me softly. “I need that too, baby.” He murmured against my lips as his hips rocked forward and his cock slipped inside of me. His thick hard length filled me entirely and I knew that when he swelled right before his release I’ll be blessed with that tiny bite of pain I love so much.
“Mmm,” I mewl against his mouth as his slow deliberate thrusts edged me towards insanity.
“Forever…I wish I could stay inside of you forever.” His words were a soft rasp against my cheek.
I gripped his back with my hands; my nails scratched him and motivated him to move his hips quicker, deeper. Ian’s muted grunts matched my gasps each time he pushed inside of me, my body unable to house his full length.
I hummed in his ear as my body began to tingle all over, the first sign of orgasm made itself known.
“Oh God!” I uttered.
“Come, Lorali! Come now.” He pleaded. I knew he wouldn’t give in until he knew I was satisfied. He had always been a generous lover, regardless of his needs.
I screamed his name as the first wave caused my body to convulse and before the second rush could take hold I felt the combined pulsing, the sharp ache of being too full prolonged my release.
His breathing remained heavy as he slanted his mouth over mine, our tongues slid against each other as our bodies calmed.
“I love you,” he replied against my kiss swollen lips, looking me in the eye.
“I love you, too.” His proclamation to me would never get old. His kiss now caused lightening up my spine the same way it did the first time he la
id his lips on mine in the hallway at the Safe House benefit. My body once against responded and I clench his softening cock.
His groan makes me smile against his lips. “Need more, baby?” He whispered against my neck, his tongue stroked over the calming pulse point.
“Always.” I panted.
Pulling his head up he looked down at me. “I want nothing more than to stay inside of you, feel your hot body come as I stroke into you, but you’re barely able to keep your eyes open.” He kissed my nose.
He was absolutely correct and I told him as much with the slight nod of my head, the only action I could manage at that point. He slowly slid out of me, our combined wetness spilling onto my thighs. I was woken briefly by a warm wash cloth that wiped away the evidence of our love making.
I murmured a thank you as I felt him settle beside; he and pulled me to him. I settled in the spot against his body that was made for me, my head rested on his chest, the beat of his heart lulled me back to sleep.
We were asleep, wrapped around each other when the stewardess gently knocked on the door; she informed us that we would be landing soon and that we needed to return to the seats up front and belt up. Begrudgingly we dressed, but I was well rested, having gotten the best sleep in days in the comfort of Ian’s arms.
“Are you going to tell me where we are?” I smiled over at him, bat my eyelashes and hoped he thought I was cute enough for an answer.
“You’ll see in just a few minutes.” He smirked at me, fully enjoying the fact that he’s in the know and I’m not.
I huffed playfully and folded my arms across my chest in an attempt to look upset and failed miserably.
Once we landed and the jet came to a complete stop, we were informed that we could move around. I stood and stretched my arms over my head as Ian watched me, the glint in his hazel eyes told me he enjoyed what he saw.
I decided to take it a step further and bent over with my back facing him. I knew my short dress rode up, the curve of my ass and slinky panties were fully visible. I heard him growl only a second before his hand cupped one side.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He grumbled in my ear as I stood up, his hand slipped around my hip to cup my sex.
I shrugged. “Trying to stretch is all.” I giggled.
“My ass.” He replied flatly before he released my now stimulated core and straightened my dress. Even the wiggle of my ass against his apparent erection didn’t persuade him to take me to the back of the jet.
I sighed. He ignored me. My body demanded that it be compensated for the four days we were apart and I’m not accustomed to his denial. I mumbled my disappointment which gained his attention. He turned me in his arms and kissed me passionately.
Just as I thought he was going to pick me up and carry me to the back room he ended the kiss and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I promise you the bed at the hotel is much more comfortable than the one back there.” He smirked and hitched his head towards the back of the jet. “But if you keep that pouty shit up, I’ll fuck you against the wall so hard you’ll never be able to walk around and enjoy our trip.”
I gasped, shocked at the words that came out of his mouth. He smiled big when I realized my head is shaking up and down of its own volition, begging him for exactly what he just threatened me with.
“Come on, Devil Woman.” He turned my body away from his and made sure my ass was too far away to tempt him again.
We stepped off of the jet; the cool morning air was fantastic, and I still had no clue where we were until Ian spoke, in perfect French I might add, to the driver that was waiting by the white limousine for us. He had parked mere feet from the jet right on the tarmac. I shook my head knowing this type of service and privilege came at a high price. I would have said something about it if the realization of where we were didn’t slap me in the face.
“France! We’re in France?” I was so giddy I was practically jumping up and down, not caring if my excitement embarrassed him, which it didn’t if the oversized smile on his face was any indication. I inwardly wondered if I would swoon every time those divine dimples showed up. Probably.
We slid into the back of the waiting car and settled on the leather seat.
“Ian! I’ve always wanted to come here!” I laced my arms through his and tried to take in as much as I could through the window as we drove along.
“I know. Alexa told me about your missed opportunity in high school. I figured it would be the best place for our first trip together.” He kissed my temple and squeezed my hand.
“I would say it’s too extravagant, but I’m too excited to even pretend to say ‘you shouldn’t have!’” I returned my focus out the window. “Where are we staying?”
“Hotel de Crillon.” I gasped!
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I clamped my free hand over my mouth; my eyes were wide with shock from both my outburst as well as the amazement at his plans.
He smiled at me again. “No, I’m not kidding! They just reopened from their remodel. I hear it’s amazing and I haven’t been in years.”
I just stared at him in awe and wondered if I’d ever get used to his penchant for extravagance, and prayed that I never did. “Thank you,” I whispered against his mouth as I leaned in to kiss him.
The limo pulled up to the front of the most amazing, historical hotel I had ever seen and I was floored at the beauty of the detail and how well maintained it is.
“Not bad for being built in the seventeen hundreds huh?” Ian whispered in my ear and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and allowed me a moment to take it all in.
I turned in his arms and kissed him. “This is amazing. You are amazing!” I whispered between kisses.
“Wait until you see the room. Are you ready?” I nodded my head and we turned and walked in to the hotel, hand in hand.
Room my ass! The lavishness continued when we stepped into the Bernstein Suite. It was all too much to take in and I’m sure even given days to explore the spacious area, I’d still discover unique details in the near fifteen hundred square foot suite.
“Wait until you see the tub!” Ian declared. “And the view from the balcony is exceptional!”
We made our way across the room to the balcony. It was massive and could host an entire dinner party, but the site below was magnificent. I looked down on the Place de la Concorde, with its statues and monuments took my breath away. I was sure at this point that I was dreaming, because there was no way that a girl from Fort Collins, Colorado was standing in the most luxurious suite that Paris had to offer with the most amazing man in the world. Well, I was a little biased on my opinion of Ian, but hey you should see him naked!
“Breathtaking,” I said as Ian slid against my back.
“Yes you are,” he said and sounded rather corny.
I jabbed him in stomach lightly with my elbow, he responded by kissing my neck and sucking on my ear lobe and my body responded like it hadn’t touched his in ages even though it had only been a few hours since we’d last made love on the jet.
“What would you like to do while we are here?” He asked, his breath whispered against my cheek. Funny he should ask, even though he knew what my response was going to be.
“Mmm. Where’s the bed?” I answered as I ground my backside against him. He hardened immediately. I smiled; thankful I had the same effect on his body as he has on mine.
“Lorali.” He chastised. “If I get you in the bed now, we’ll never leave. I’d like for you to experience more of Paris than just this room.”
I turned around and nipped at his jaw. “We can always buy postcards for different places! Postcards purchased in France are the same as going there right?” I waggled my eyebrows and smiled at the feigned look of frustration on his face.
“Not even close!” He backed away and smacked me on the ass. “Go get changed and let’s explore.”
***
The rest of the week was an absolute whirlwind; a fairytale way beyond what I could�
��ve even imagined.
We explored the Archeological Crypt near Notre dame, strolled down the Canal St. Martin, and even had a chance to take a tour in the Salvador Dali Museum. Apart from the many hours we spent worshiping each other’s bodies, the most outstanding part of our trip was the midnight stroll we spent at the Louvre. We’d spent hours taking in the priceless pieces of art. I did my best to commit it all to memory, all the while Ian was assuring me we’d come back to Paris another time.
It was Saturday morning and we had just today left in Paris. We’d be leaving late this evening for our return flight back to Denver, so we’d opted to spend the day in the suite.
By midmorning we’d finally made it out of bed and enjoyed a room service delivered brunch.
“This trip has been, by far, the most amazing time of my life.” I looked over at Ian just as he popped the last grape in his mouth.
He smiled while he chewed and stood from the table; he held his hand out for me to take. “Join me for a bath?”
“That’s a fantastic idea.” I took his hand and he guided me to the ensuite. After he turned on the water, he poured a generous amount of bubble bath which caused the most luxurious smell of jasmine to saturate the steamy room. He kissed me as he pulled loose the tie around my robe and slipped it from my shoulders; his hands roamed my back and the cheeks of my ass. He pulled me against his lengthening erection which was hidden behind the fabric of his lounge pants.
“At this rate we’ll never make it into the tub!” I said as his hot, velvet tongue licked and kissed my shoulder. I playfully pushed his chest, which only increased his need to have me.
“We’ll bathe after we get dirty,” he responded; he reached back and turned the water off from the now full tub.
He turned my body so my naked back was against his chest. “This would be easier if you were naked also.”
I reached behind me and let my hands rub down his waist and thighs which caused his pants to slide down and puddle on the floor at our feet. I felt him shift behind me as he stepped out of the clothes, and immediately rejoined me. His right hand found and lovingly caressed my breast as he nipped and licked my shoulder. He seemed to lose some of his restraint as his left hand cupped my sex, his middle finger easily glided through my increasing arousal.