Stay For Me (Slippery Curves Series Book 1)

by Adele Niles

  “Do you mind if Addy and I catch up for a bit?” Owen asks Sharon.

  “Sure thing. And maybe we can catch up later and talk about this project a bit more.” Sharon sweeps by Owen, touching his arm as she goes.

  This is it. The talk. I shift from foot to foot, dreading it.

  Owen waits for Sharon to leave, then closes the gap between us.

  “Addy,” he says.

  “Owen, don’t. It’s okay. That night, it was my fault.” The words come out and I can’t believe I’m even bringing that night up.

  “No. It was mine. I allowed myself to get too close. That, and I didn’t want you to feel bad.” Owen takes a step closer. Without hesitating, he wraps his arm around me in a hug. “I missed you.”

  The feeling of Owen’s strong arms wrapped around me is both comforting and an immediate turn-on. I’ve played this moment out in my head a million times, but this wasn’t how it went. Not even close.

  “I missed you too,” I say. “I would have emailed or called, but I didn’t have any way to reach you.”

  Owen attempts to step back. I hesitate before releasing him. I want to wallow in his scent.

  “You’re having dinner with me tonight,” he demands, and I don’t fight it. “Here’s my card, with my cell. Text me your address and I’ll pick you up. Seven.”

  He shoots me that million-dollar smile and leaves me in the room, a puddle.

  There’s no way I can work here. There’s no way I can work. My mind is on everything except on what it should be.

  Nine

  Owen

  Normally, work doesn’t drag on. It’s who I am. My life has always been my job.

  Until today.

  The sight of Addy nearly undid me. It took every bit of my self-control to keep from grabbing her, claiming her. More than anything, I wanted to lay her on that conference room table and pick up where we left off almost two months ago.

  I plan a night out for us. Dinner, drinks, talking.

  A date. Something I haven’t been on in a long time.

  GPS has me arriving at Addy’s new place in under three minutes. She’s been living closer than three miles from me and I never knew.

  I pull into a parking space and grab the bouquet of flowers from the front seat. Before I know it, I’m again standing in front of Addy’s apartment. This time she actually lives here.

  Before I can knock, she opens the door. She’s stunning. Her blond hair falls over her shoulders in long curls, ending just above her cleavage that is accentuated by the blue dress she’s wearing.

  Every curve is perfectly revealed and I do my best not to stare, but I can’t help myself.

  “Hi.” She steps backward and motions for me to come in, shutting the door behind me.

  “You look absolutely gorgeous, Addy.” I extend the bouquet to her. “For you.”

  Everything feels so mechanical, awkward.

  She feels it, I can tell. She sets the flowers on the end table and grabs my hand, pulling me in to the room. “We should talk.”

  Talking is the last thing on my mind, but I nod in agreement.

  “Owen, that night, I’m sorry I kissed you. It made things awkward between us.”

  I watch every syllable that her perfect, red lips pronounce until I can’t stand it any longer. I drop the hand she is still holding and frame her face with my hands before planting my lips on hers. Immediately, the words stop. She hesitates for a moment and then completely gives in.

  Our tongues intertwine and my cock springs to full attention as I pull her closer, grinding against her.

  I pull back and say, “Before you say anything else, we are going to finish what we started last time.”

  She bites my bottom lip and I bite her back, then move to her neck, kissing my way to her shoulder.

  My cock is throbbing, aching.

  I find the zipper on the back of her dress and it falls to the floor, revealing a black lace bra and panty set. I explore her body with my hands as she tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head. She makes quick work of unbuttoning my pants.

  Just her hand brushing my cock almost sets it off to explode.

  I kick off my shoes as my pants fall to the ground. She rubs my cock again, this time getting underneath my balls and stroking it gently up my shaft to the head. Only the thin nylon of my briefs is between her fingers and my skin.

  “Fuck,” I moan as she pulls the band of my briefs wide, springing my cock to freedom. She grips it and strokes. Each pump sends me closer the edge.

  But I want to make her feel good, too. I need to hear her moan for me.

  With one, swift move, I unhook her bra, allowing her tits to be free. Her nipples are hard. Perky. Perfect.

  I pinch one as I take the other in my mouth.

  My hands explore her ass and trace her thong from the waist to the front, in between her thighs.

  She’s wet. Really wet.

  I want to explore the rest of her body with my mouth, my tongue, but she hasn’t released her grip on my cock, continuing to pump it.

  I smack her ass once as she lets out a moan. Then I do it again.

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  She likes it. Fucking perfect.

  “I need you in me,” Addy moans in my ear as my tongue flicks against her taught nipple. “Now!”

  I stand as she wraps her leg around my hip, guiding my cock toward her wetness. I slide the thin, wet material to the side and each myself into her. Her arms wrap around my neck as I lift her, allowing her other leg to fully wrap around me.

  I’m deep inside of her as she moves her hips in rhythm with mine. I’m already close, but I hold back, moving toward the arm of the couch. I lower her and gain leverage, pumping into her harder.

  With each of my thrusts, she begs me to fuck her harder, deeper. Each thrust bounces her tits.

  My body is screaming for hers.

  I pull out, knowing I’m on edge, and drop to my knees. My mouth finds her warm juices and I slide my tongue inside her folds. I work my way up until I find her swollen clit.

  My attention is all about her, pleasing her.

  I slide my fingers inside her pussy, pumping them like I pumped my cock into her before, while my tongue dances with her clit.

  Addy’s hips thrust, pressing her pussy against my mouth. With one hand, she grabs the back of my head as she lets out a breathy moan.

  I can feel her pussy pulse as a flood of juices cover me.

  Making her come is pure bliss. As she finishes, I slide my cock back inside of her. She’s hot, wet, and still wanting more.

  “Deeper,” she moans. “Please.”

  The sound of her begging is the trigger and I pull out, exploding all over her stomach. My hand pumps and she watches me with a huge smile on her face.

  She leans forward. Come flows off of her stomach as she takes my cock in her mouth, finishing me off.

  She smiles at me and I ask, “Did you still want that talk?”

  Ten

  Addy

  I wake up and the entire apartment smells like sex.

  I smell like sex.

  Good sex. No, great sex. Owen sex.

  I don’t want to shower and get rid of this scent. Not after the three incredible rounds we had.

  My wrists are red where he had me pinned against the bed with one hand and fucked me. My fantasies have nothing on this reality.

  Owen slipped out early this morning, the bed still indented from his big, strong body. My pillow smells like him.

  I will myself out of bed to shower. I love the way naked feels on my sheets right now. Still cold, yet warm. I can’t possibly believe I need sex again, but I do.

  As much as I don’t want to work today, the highlight will be seeing him.

  I shower. Brush my teeth. Get ready. I think about sex, again.

  I remember what it feels like to have him in my mouth, inside of me, all over me.

  I squeeze my thighs together, trying to make the tingling subside, but it�
�s all I can think about.

  Him.

  I decide against my normal early morning arrival, taking extra time to just enjoy everything. I don’t need the silence of the office; I need the noise as a distraction today.

  “Morning, Addy.” Owen’s deep voice echoes over the cubes. It sends shivers down my spine and electricity everywhere else.

  “Good morning.” My smile stretches from ear to ear and I can feel my face flush.

  He comes in close and whispers. “I need to talk to you for a minute. Meet me in the conference room in five?”

  I nod and he leaves. Suddenly I get a sinking feeling.

  Five minutes feel like fifty.

  I walk in and Owen has a stern look on his face.

  “This should just take a minute,” he says in a voice loud enough to be heard by anyone close by. He shuts the door as I walk past and he immediately grabs me, spinning me to face him.

  I’m caught off guard and his mouth is now on mine, his arms pulling me close. His erection is hot and hard against me.

  I give in. It never does take much from him to turn me into pure lust. I’m instantly wondering whether the conference room door has a lock, but before I can play out the rest of my fantasy of having Owen fuck me on the conference room table, he pulls back. He hikes a hand up my dress and his fingers trace the inside of my thigh before sliding my panties to the side.

  Our eyes are locked as he slides a finger inside of me. I close my eyes and hold back a moan.

  I need more than his finger right now. He traces my folds and rubs my wetness over my clit. I take in a shuddering breath as he kisses me and then completely pulls back.

  “We have to keep us a secret,” he whispers.

  I nod in agreement. I’d agree to anything he asks right now.

  He kisses me once more before completely releasing me, leaving me a puddle as I lean against the conference room table. His cock, visibly hard, is stressing every fiber in his pants as it’s trying to break free.

  I want to free it. See it again. Taste it. Ride it.

  Instead, it taunts me and I can’t let it or him go. I tug at the waistband of his pants and pull him close. I run my fingers over his stiffness and Owen’s eyes flutter shut. As if it where even possible, his cock grows harder and bigger.

  I grip it on the outside of his pants and stroke it as he whispers out a moan.

  Then I stop.

  Owen’s eyes open big as he looks at me. He smiles. “You’re such a tease.”

  “Just wait.”

  I drag my hand up from his cock and across his flat abs as I make my way toward the conference room door, glancing back over my shoulder and leave. His eyes are dark with desire as he watches me go.

  Eleven

  Owen

  I lie on Addy’s bed. Her skin glistens with perspiration from our lovemaking session. I watch as her stomach rises and falls as she catches her breath, and I admire the rest of her body. Every inch that I have just licked.

  There’s something so perfect about her and her curves.

  The last six weeks have flown by and we’ve both been busy keeping our relationship a secret and balancing a hectic work schedule. I’m usually a guarded person, but this has pushed my limits.

  Hiding how I feel about her isn’t working.

  I roll over and stare at the ceiling, mirroring Addy.

  I’ve broken every one of my rules in the last sixty days by being with Addy. It’s been worth it, but it’s time for it to end. I lose myself in thought as a million things race through my mind. Things I need to do.

  A secret romance isn’t something I want. I roll over and kiss Addy on the cheek, wondering what thoughts are running through her head.

  “I should go, I have a ton of things to get done before this week,” I say.

  This week. The last week of my contract. Addy and I haven’t discussed it. The bank executives have asked me to stay, and for a moment, I considered it. I haven’t told Addy, but she has to know that it’s coming to end.

  It’s been absolutely torture, seeing her every day, but not being able to talk to her about any of this.

  Addy extends her arm, hanging on to me.

  “Don’t go. Stay, for me,” she begs, but I don’t.

  Twelve

  Addy

  Another Monday and I am enjoying my more lax than normal attitude toward work. I arrive early when I need to, but now I actually enjoy showing up at a normal time, seeing Owen, interacting with co-workers.

  Maybe it’s the fact that I have this secret. The man that every woman watches walking down the halls is the one I’m having sex with. I’m the one he’s waking up next to.

  The thought of Owen almost makes me wet. I pinch my leg to stop the thought from taking over my morning mind.

  “Hey, Addy, did you hear?” I spin to see Liz standing at my cube door. “Owen quit this morning.”

  My heart sinks. “What? When? How?”

  Immediately I wonder why Owen wouldn’t have said something to me. Then my thoughts turn to the idea of him just leaving like he did before. No goodbyes.

  “I have no idea. Apparently, he just met with Curtis, and Sharon said Owen left. Apparently, he had been planning this because his cube is already empty.” Liz stares at the floor and bites her lip as a smile creeps across her face. Then she giggles. “I’m going to miss looking at that perfect ass.”

  “Fuck you, Liz,” I say and then storm past her to Owen’s former office.

  It’s empty.

  He wouldn’t have. He couldn’t have.

  I grab my phone to call him for an explanation, but his text arrives before I can dial.

  I’m downstairs. Come see me.

  I text back a simple okay as my heart pounds in my throat, wondering what the hell was going on. A minute later, I’m in the lobby and see Owen sitting on the ledge of the indoor fountain.

  He stands, greeting me. He looks good. Hot. Sexy, but sad.

  “What the hell, Owen?”

  “I know, I’m sure the rumors have already started.”

  “You quit? You’re leaving?” I lower my voice. I refuse to play this cool. I refuse to just let him go without saying anything. “Tell me you’re not leaving me.”

  The words come out as a lump forms in my throat. He left before. What’s to stop him from leaving again?

  “Addy,” he pauses, “Never. I couldn’t stand another week pretending that I don’t want you. I can’t stand another week pretending you aren’t mine. The project is done, but we aren’t.”

  I want to hug him, to kiss him, but I hold back. The words are perfect, but does he mean them?

  He senses my hesitation, but instead of more words, he shows me his feelings by wrapping his strong arms around me and then kissing me.

  Right fucking here in the middle of the lobby.

  Whatever secret we had is now out as our mouths mesh and he passionately kisses me.

  Several people walk past, including Liz. They stop in their tracks. I can hear them clapping and laughing, and several let out wolf whistles.

  Owen pulls back and smiles. “I decided to start my own consulting firm, here in town. I’m staying, with you.”

  Epilogue

  Addy

  I rest my head against Owen’s chest, his arm is wrapped around my waist as we both stare out over the water from the balcony of our room. One year has passed. A blissful, perfect year.

  My hand drapes over the inside of his thigh and I play with the small hairs on his leg with my painted nails.

  “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” I hold my hand up in front of us both, the sun catching the diamond on my finger.

  “Stunning, like you,” Owen adds before grabbing my hand and holding it. “I’m glad you said yes, or this would have been a really awkward trip.”

  We both laugh, knowing the truth that I would have never said no.

  Owen squeezes my hand again, and we’re interrupted by his phone ringing.

  “You get service in the
Caribbean?” I ask.

  “Unfortunately, yes.” Owen picks up the phone and I can see the name on the screen, Jessica, our assistant at the consulting firm we now both own.

  It’s been almost a year since Owen asked me to join him and become his business partner. It’s been only a few hours since he asked me to become his partner for life.

  I watch as Owen hits the decline button and switches his phone off.

  “Work can wait,” he says as he stands, extending his hand. “I think we have better things to do.”

  Wrecked

  The Slippery Curves Series

  Book 2

  About This Book

  Wrecked

  Katy Chambers was on the verge of losing it all. Six months after her father died, her evil step-mother set her sights on taking everything from her, including the business her father had built, but she wasn’t going down without a fight.

  When attorney Alex Harper agreed to take on a new case, the last thing he expected was a day full of disaster, including being stranded on the side of the road before court. But when curvy Katy Chambers hops out of the tow truck, Alex has more on his mind than getting his client off.

  This book contains an older, over the top alpha, a hot younger curvy girl with all the right moves, instalove and enough steam to make you run for an ice cold shower.

  Buckle your seatbelt, because there are slippery curves ahead in this new series from Adele Niles that makes for a perfect sizzling hot steamy short read novella. Wrecked is Book 2 in the slippery curves series about sexy, curvy girls and the alpha men that love them.

  WARNING: This book contains a plot, character connection AND instalove with steamy scenes. Prepare to suspend your disbelief and enjoy a HEA with no cheating.

  One

  Alex

  “You owe me one,” I say.

  “I know, I know,” Jackson says. “But look at it this way, man, you get to go back and visit your home town.”

  He chuckles in to the phone. He knows how much I dislike Cartersville.

  I don’t have many good memories of the place and I haven’t been back since I left for college.