by Holly Jaymes
My father was the wisest man I’d ever known. My brothers all took his words to heart about pursuing our passions. That was why Gabe made a living hammering. My father stressed giving back, which was why Nate could be credited with alleviating the suffering of millions of people through the medicines his company made. Dad encouraged us to live beyond a job, which was why Mitch could retire so young and now be a house husband and father. Finally, my father warned us, as we each built wealth, to always put people and experiences over money. That’s all I’d been doing with Adalyn. She was more important than my money.
Once the adrenaline from thinking she was in danger was down and we were simply talking, I was able to relax. The problem with that was that she was so warm and beautiful sitting there in bed. Her hair was wild and crazy, not messy, but like it should look after a good round of sex. Her cheeks were warm and rosy, her lips pink and plump. All of a sudden, my adrenaline was going again, only this time it wasn’t from fear or panic. It was sheer desire. My body remembered the feel and taste of her, and it wanted to experience that all over again.
So, I kissed her. Soft. Sweet. And good Christ, I’d never get enough.
I pulled back, my hand pushing her hair from her face. “Tell me to leave if you don’t want this.”
She just stared at me.
I waited for her to say something, but she kept silent.
“I’m not sure what to do here, honey.”
She smiled. “You said to tell you to leave if I don’t want this. You didn’t tell me what to say if I did.”
How could something a little bit annoying be so charming? “Tell me to stay if you want this.”
She took my hand, pressing it over her round tit. Her nipple hardened underneath her t-shirt. “Stay with me, Will.”
I grinned as I slid both hands under her shirt, lifting it over her head.
“Do you want to stay?” she asked, tossing her shirt aside.
I took her hand and pressed it over my dick tenting my sweat pants. “I want to stay.”
She yanked my sweat pants down with a laugh. My dick sprang free and immediately her hand and lips were on it.
“Jesus …” my hips bucked. “Let me catch up.”
I pushed her back, holding her hands over her head as I lay over her, holding her down. “You always go a mile a minute.”
“When it comes to you, I’m impatient.” To prove it, her hips gyrated, seeking contact with my dick.
“There’s a benefit to being patient. Going slow.” I pressed my hips down to keep her still.
“Oh? Like what?”
“Like a greater ascent. A more powerful orgasm.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you an orgasm expert?”
“I’ve had a few and given a few. Why not give it a try? What have you got to lose?”
“My sanity, from being desperate for you.”
“I won’t torture you.” I laughed and leaned down to kiss her. “You’ll love it. I promise.”
Something in her eyes shifted at my words. Was it the word love? Or promise? I wanted to ask her. I wanted to give them both to her, and that revelation had my heart thumping hard in my chest. But I couldn’t give either of them to her. Not now. Not with this investigation threatening to separate us. If we had to part, it would be easier if love and promises weren’t involved.
So, I didn’t verbalize my feelings. Which isn’t to say I didn’t tell her through my touch. Through my kiss.
We finished undressing, and returned to the original position, except instead of holding her wrists, I held her hands, palm to palm over her head. Her nipples were hard as they pressed against my chest. My hips pressed hers into the mattress with my dick hard and aching between our bellies.
I held her there as I kissed her again, long and slow. I had all the time in the world and I was going to take it as my mouth brushed over her soft lips. My tongue swept into her mouth, warm and inviting.
I finally broke the kiss to run my lips over her soft skin. I wanted to consume every inch of her. To imprint her scent and softness into my brain so that no matter what happened, I’d remember this moment with this beautiful, brave, sassy woman.
“Will,” she gasped, her body rocking under mine. My dick was begging to get inside her, but I held him fast and firm between our bodies. He’d just have to wait.
“Slow, baby,” I said, reminding her that I was going to worship her body and make her feel so fucking good.
“I want you. I need you.” Her body arched, and her tits lifted toward my mouth. Like a gift. I licked one nipple and then blew on it gently.
“Oh God … Will … please …” Her hands gripped mine hard.
“Want me to suck your tits?” I murmured against the round flesh.
“Yes.” The word escaped on a long hiss.
This was about pleasure, so I didn’t make her wait. I wrapped my lips around her hard, distended nipple, sucking hard and deep.
She let out a long moan as her body writhed under the weight of mine. I tugged on the nipple with my teeth, letting it pop from my mouth.
“More. More.”
I sucked the other one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, her hips moving in time with me.
There was so much I wanted to do to her. I wanted to lap up every inch of her skin. I wanted to feast on her pussy.
“Oh God, Will,” she cried out. “Please fuck me.”
This was supposed to feel good, so I indulged her.
“Look at me, Adalyn.”
Her beautiful dark eyes opened. They were glassy with lust and desire.
I lifted my hips slightly, letting my dick slide between her thighs. He was so hard that he wouldn’t need help finding the place he wanted to be more than anything in the world. I pressed the tip to her opening.
“Yes, now … Will, I need you so bad.”
“I’m right here, baby. Right here.” With our gazes holding, I pushed in, little by little. She tried to lift her hips so take me in fast and deep, but I held her down, controlling the speed. I wouldn’t deny that it was the hardest thing I’d ever done to move at a snail’s pace inside her. I focused on her gorgeous eyes as I slid inch by inch, as her pussy tugged and pulled me inside her.
“Will. More. More.”
“Do you feel me, Adalyn?” I couldn’t stop saying her name. It was the most beautiful name in the world. I thought so when I met her three years ago. I knew so now.
“Yes. So good. So, so good.”
“Perfect,” I said, noting my voice was getting harsher. My own control was beginning to wane.
Finally, I was deep inside her.
She was gasping and whimpering. “Make me come,” she begged.
I reversed direction, sliding out at the same impossibly slow pace. She moaned and arched. Her pussy gripped me in wave after wave of pulses.
“Oh my God, Will …” Her head tilted back and her body began to shake under me.
When I finally reached the end, I repeated it again. Sliding in, inch by slow inch.
Her fingers gripped mine so hard, I was sure I’d have bruises. The squeeze of her pussy created a friction on my cock I’d never felt before.
“So fucking good, Adalyn. Do you feel it? Do you feel me?”
“Yes. Yes … you feel so good, Will. It’s never been so good.”
I couldn’t know if she meant just with me or in her entire sexual history. My goal was to make it so good that no man would ever compare. The primal need to make her mine, to mate and mark her as taken, was so fucking strong it was driving me mad. I’d never felt such an intense connection to anyone.
When I was fully inside her, I stilled. My dick was throbbing. Her pussy was pulsing.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I groaned.
“Yes, now … fast … oh God …”
First, I kissed her hard, and gripped her hands. My hips began to move, thrusting, fast, faster. I tore my mouth from hers as a feral growl started in my chest and echoed throug
h the room.
“Yes, oh God, Will …” Her hips moved with mine. It was loud and primal, and yet so fucking beautiful. Soon she was chanting or talking, I didn’t know because I was quickly lost in my own need.
She screamed out my name and her pussy gripped my dick so tight, stars burst behind my eyes. Her body bowed and held for a moment, before she started rocking and bucking beneath me again.
I plunged in her over and over, pushing her up and up again, willing my release to hold off. My effort paid off when she came again, but this time, I couldn’t hold back. Her pussy clamped down on my painfully hard cock, and flung me over the edge of oblivion.
“Adalyn!” I cried out her name as my orgasm blasted through me like a freight train. Every neuron in my body was lit up and firing. I kept thrusting and rocking, and holy fuck, if she didn’t come again.
“Will …” Her voice was strained, and when I finally had the cognition to look down on her, I saw tears.
“Oh fuck, Adalyn, did I hurt you?” I started to move off of her, but she wrapped her legs around me, and gripped my hands tighter.
“No.” She let out another shuddering breath.
I released her hands and wrapped her in my arms as I rolled us until I was on my back. “What’s wrong?” I asked, as I gently wiped a tear.
“That was … amazing, and overwhelming, and I don’t know why I’m crying … it’s silly.”
I smiled with relief. “Are you saying I rocked your world again?”
She gave a small laugh. “Yes. I guess I am.” I thought I saw emotion in her eyes, and wanted to believe that she was as lost in me as I was in her.
“I told you slow could be more intense,” I said holding her close, wishing I’d never have to let her go.
“You were right. I should have known. Intense is your middle name.”
It was better than uptight. Or dullard.
She rested her head on my chest, and for the longest time, even after she fell asleep, I held her, pretending that this moment was real. If Mr. Bigalow was here right now, he’d have no choice but to declare our marriage legitimate.
But it wasn’t real. And Mr. Bigalow, for reasons that didn’t make sense to me, seemed to be hell-bent on proving we were fake. It bothered me that he seemed to have made his decision already. It also bothered me that my contracts and potential contracts had heard about my investigation so quickly, if at all. Maybe it was time I looked into Mr. Bigalow to see if he had some sort of hidden agenda.
“Will?” Adalyn’s sleep filled voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Yes?”
“I like blurring the lines.” She snuggled in closer to me.
I kissed her head. “I do too, honey.” My only worry was that blurred lines would lead to the ultimate heartache if we failed the immigration test.
Book 4: Chapter 27—Girls’ Day Out
Girls’ Day Out
Adalyn
It was clear that I didn’t understand men. Or at least, Will much of the time. But waking up next to him, I didn’t care that he often confused me. One minute he seemed aloof and distant, and the next he was holding me and sending me to heaven. I wasn’t sure what had changed, but I was glad it did. I hated when it felt like we couldn’t talk or weren’t communicating.
I appreciated what he’d told me about his father. That was one thing I did understand about him. He honored and respected his father. It appeared his father had given him good advice about being wealthy and watching out for gold diggers. I was glad I passed the test, even if I still felt like our relationship … er … arrangement was one-sided. He was investing more and risking more than I was. It was important to me that he felt like he was getting something in return.
I watched him as he slept next to me, my heart aching to tell him that I loved him, and yet I knew that I couldn’t. As close as we’d become, it seemed impossible that it would last. Even if Mr. Bigalow approved me for a green card, I really didn’t need to stay in the U.S. beyond the end of the project. CTS might find a new project for me, but that too would likely be only a year.
If I got my green card, I could stay longer and it wasn’t contingent on my job, like my work visa had been. But our purpose in starting this had been for me to stay for the project, and maybe a future one. It hadn’t been to get married and build a life a together.
The best thing I could do for Will would be to finish this project, and then make plans to return home. He’d be off the hook for marriage fraud. His company wouldn’t be at potential risk of losing business. And he’d be able to go back to his quiet life, helping his mom and being there for his family.
“Are you all right?” One eye popped open and looked at me.
I smiled. “I was trying to decide if I was dreaming or not. It’s not every day a woman wakes up with a handsome sexy man in her bed.”
“Does this help you decide?” His hand slid around my back and pulled me flush against him, his hard length pressing against my belly.
“That feels pretty real.” I looped my arms around his neck.
“How about this?” His lips slid across mine in a sweet slow kiss. This was what I’d miss when I had to leave. Not the sex. Well, yes, I’d miss that, but that’s not what I’d miss most. I’d miss these quiet moments with him. The banter. The feeling like I was connected to him, body and soul. With him, I felt grounded and safe. Like I was home.
I maneuvered on top of him. “I need to explore this further.” I might have to leave in a few weeks, but I’d soak up every moment I could with him. I’d touch every inch of his hard, sexy body. Relish the feel of him inside me and the way he moaned and used dirty words when he came. I’d savor our talks and the activities we did together. For the rest of my life, I’d remember all of this. All of him.
I hated to leave the bed that morning, but unfortunately, we both had work to get to. Still, Will didn’t seem in any hurry when he invited me into his shower and brought me to another glorious orgasm. I had half a mind to text Mr. Bigalow all about it. How could he look at us and not see something between us beyond a fraud? Was it a real marriage? No, but it wasn’t fake either. At least not for me. I was in love with Will Sloane. And because I was, and because his country seemed hell-bent on deporting me, I was going to have to leave him.
“You should come up to the Washington office sometime,” he said to me as I came down from the orgasmic high.
“Oh?” I pushed the wet strands of his hair out of his face, as he gently let me down from against the tiled wall.
“I have this fantasy of making you come on my desk.”
My pussy flared to life again. “Funny, I had a similar fantasy.”
He flashed a grin. One of those rare, easy, spontaneous ones. “I’d like to know your fantasies, Adalyn.”
He was every fantasy I ever had, or ever would have, come true. The biggest one was wishing that all this could be real and true. I kept that to myself.
“I’ll make a list.”
His hands squeezed my ass. “I look forward to working through it.” He kissed me. “One more thing.”
“What?” Whatever it was, he could have it. Or I’d do it.
“Move into my bedroom.”
This time, I was the one with the easy grin.
At work, things seemed to be going smoothly for once. I’d even been able to forget about my upcoming interview with Mr. Bigalow coming just before Thanksgiving. The only downer was when Stu handed over his final piece of the project for me to work on in conjunction with mine.
“We’re making good progress,” he said as he watched me open his work on my computer.
“Yes.”
“What will you do next?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Cal said he might have another project, but it depends on my ability to stay in the United States.”
He frowned. “You’re married to an American. Surely they’ll let you stay.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“That would be totally fucked i
f they made you leave. What would Sloane do? Would he move to Canada?”
If only. “That would be impossible.”
“Why? He’s the boss of his company. He can do whatever he wants. If he really loved you, he would.”
But he didn’t really love me. He had an affection for me, yes. He cared for me, yes. But he wasn’t going to uproot his life for me. He certainly wasn’t going to leave his mother, whom he felt he had a responsibility to care for now that his father was gone.
“Well, I’m rooting for you, Addy.”
“Thank you, Stu. And thanks for this. If everyone else is as far as long as we are, we’ll finish before Thanksgiving.”
“I heard the Sloane folks saying they thought they’d get their sides done. I think they want to be back under his employ. Nice of them to go along with this change, though.”
It was a reminder of what Will was having to sacrifice for me. And why I needed to let him go so he wouldn’t have to risk any more.
I was getting ready to pack up for lunch in the break room, when three women surrounded my desk. I looked up to see all the Sloane wives.
“Time for lunch, Addy,” Sam said.
“Sorry we didn’t call first, but it was hard enough for the three of us to have the same hour off,” Hallie chimed in.
“I hope you don’t mind us barging in like this,” Hope added. “But we’re dying to get the scoop on you and Will.”
I felt warmth spread in my chest that Will’s sisters-in-law were here accepting me into the family, even as guilt tweaked in my gut that they believed what Will and I had was real.
“I’d enjoy lunch,” I said, grabbing my purse from the drawer. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a nice fusion place not far from here,” Hallie said.
I followed them out of the building, and got into Hope’s large SUV packed with baby seats and toys.
“Sorry about all the kid stuff,” Hope said. “For such tiny little things, babies require a lot of equipment.”
