Trust No One

by Lizzy Grey

  Returning to the living area, she closed the door and saw Stephen standing at the breakfast bar pouring himself a glass of orange juice. She waited for him to put the carton down before speaking.

  “Hello.”

  He glanced at her before doing a double-take and clapping a hand to his mouth. She walked slowly across the floor to him before taking the glass.

  “What shall we drink to, I wonder? Erections?” she suggested, taking a sip of juice and putting the glass down. Reaching out, she gently pulled him towards her by the waistband of his trousers before slowly undoing the button and zip. “Tell me if you want me to stop?” He shook his head and she continued to lower the zip. “Mmm. Boxer shorts.”

  He slipped his shoes off, she slowly pushed the trousers down and he stepped out of them.

  “Tasteful boxer shorts,” she continued. “Even better. Shame about the rather soggy jacket.”

  Shrugging it off, it was flung onto the floor, followed by his tie and shirt. His body was toned, and it was still hard to believe he had been fat.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, trailing her fingers down his chest. “Very nice. A question for you, Inspector. Would you like to take down my particulars?”

  He smiled. “That’s an old one.”

  “The old ones are the best,” she assured him. “Would you like to consult with a solicitor?”

  “I don’t think that will be necessary…oh, God,” he gasped as she slipped her hand into his boxer shorts.

  “Your particulars are very nice.”

  “Can I see yours?” he asked.

  Smiling, she stood back from him and pulled the nightdress over her head, dropping it onto the floor beside his clothes. He exhaled a long sigh as he moved forward.

  “Ah-ah.” She stopped him, pointing to the boxer shorts. He gave her a grin and took them off. “They’re very nice to look at, too.”

  “So are yours,” he murmured, taking her breasts in his hands and rubbing his thumbs across her nipples.

  She watched and felt her nipples harden then gasped as he suddenly lifted her onto the cold granite worktop. He lapped her nipples with his tongue then nudged her legs apart with his hips. Pulling her gently to the edge of the worktop, he crouched down and began kissing his way up the inside of one of her thighs and then down the other.

  “You big tease.” She smiled, as he straightened up.

  He bent his head and began kissing and licking her breasts while sliding a hand between her legs, exploring and rubbing her gently with his thumb. It felt incredible and she began moaning softly.

  “I think you like that,” he whispered and she felt him laugh.

  She reached down for him but found he was still soft, with no sign of an erection, despite his growing arousal. He grunted as she began to stroke him and his back arched a little.

  “I think you like that,” she whispered.

  “Mummy?”

  She froze and Stephen had to pull her hard against him so only her back was facing the little boy.

  “All right, Tommy?” he asked, rather breathlessly, over her shoulder.

  “I can’t sleep.”

  “Oh. How about a story?” he offered.

  “Yes, please, Daddy.”

  The hall door closed and she slumped against Stephen. “Sorry. If he asks you what we were doing…”

  “I’ll think of something. I’m sorry, I had to pull you like that. Are you okay?” he asked, his hands sliding under her arms, and lifting her down from the worktop. She nodded, reaching for the nightdress and pulling it over her head. “I’ll read to him then make sure he’s asleep.”

  He got dressed and went out to the hall. She sighed, taking the glass of orange juice to the door to the roof terrace and peering out at the rain. What if Tommy had walked in on them making love? If it had gone that far. Putting the glass down, she went to her bedroom and put on her bathrobe before going into Tommy’s room.

  “All right?” she whispered, seeing that Tommy’s eyes were closed.

  Stephen nodded. “Half a page and he was out like a light.”

  Putting the book on the bedside locker, he switched off the lamp and followed her out of the bedroom.

  “Did he wonder what we were doing?” she asked.

  “No, he didn’t mention a thing. Now, where were we?”

  “About to head for your bedroom.”

  He smiled, opening the door for her, and she went inside. She switched the bedside lamp on before turning and facing him, undoing the bathrobe, and allowing it to slip off her shoulders. He closed the door, unbuttoning his shirt.

  “Need some help with your trousers again?” she offered.

  “In a minute. Let me look at you first.”

  “Would it help if I pretended to be someone else?”

  “No,” he replied firmly, slipping the shirt off and dropping it onto a chair. “No, it’s you I want.”

  She felt herself blush and he came forward, taking her shoulders and kissing her. How could she have almost forgotten just how he could kiss? She was the first to break away, panting. Silently, he watched her chest heaving.

  “Anything?” she whispered, her heart sinking when he shook his head. “What would you like me to do? Would you like me to try stroking you again?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Tell me?” she urged.

  “I don’t know,” he whispered fiercely. “Just looking at you that night gave me an erection and now – nothing.”

  “Get undressed and lie down on the bed.”

  He sighed and did as he was told. She climbed onto the bed and over him, making sure he could see her breasts straining against the nightdress.

  “Remember Brighton?” she asked, taking one of his hands and running his fingers over her breasts.

  He grimaced. “How could I forget? It’s what’s been keeping me going.”

  “Where are your condoms?”

  “You’re optimistic,” he muttered.

  “Where are they?”

  “In the bathroom cabinet,” he replied, attempting to get up, but she pushed him back down onto the bed.

  “Stay there and relax.”

  Climbing off the bed, she went to the ensuite bathroom, realizing this was the first time she had been in it. Opening the cabinet, the first thing she saw was a bottle of sleeping pills. They had been prescribed ten months previously, at Christmas, and there were only three left. Reaching for the packet of condoms, she saw to her relief that there were six months to their expiry date.

  “One doctor suggested Viagra.”

  She jumped and turned around. He was standing in the doorway and she closed the cabinet door. “Why didn’t you try it?”

  “I was already on those pills to help me sleep. I didn’t want more pills to help me get it up as well.”

  “Are you still taking the sleeping pills?”

  She was relieved to see him shake his head. “I haven’t taken any for months. Are those condoms still okay?”

  “Yes, they are. Just. So.” She produced a bright smile. “Tell me why me looking like this gave you an erection that night? And don’t be afraid to touch me.”

  She felt his eyes travelling up her body before resting on her breasts. “I never thought I’d see you wear that nightdress again. Especially now that you fill it so…”

  “Overwhelmingly?”

  He laughed. “Is it too tight?”

  She shook her head. “I think I’ve stretched it nearly to its limit. If I were any bigger there’d be an avalanche.”

  “An avalanche?” Bending forward, he kissed the swell of her breasts above the lace. “That could be dangerous.”

  “Which is why I don’t want to get any bigger. That’s your mission if you choose to accept it?”

  “Oh, God, yes.” Feeling his breath on her other breast, she closed her eyes as his hands slid down her back to her buttocks. “Come to the bed.”

  Allowing him to guide her to the bed, he laid her down before climbing over her.
This was something she had to let him do himself, she decided, in order to make him feel – how could she put it – like a man again. She had to let him take charge.

  “Sorry.” He sighed.

  “What for?”

  “Could you take the nightdress off?”

  She sat up, pulling it over her head and dropping it onto the floor. “Better?”

  He just smiled, laying her down again. “This is ridiculous, I feel like a bloody virgin.”

  “Don’t be nervous,” she whispered, reaching up to stroke his stubbled cheeks. “It’s me.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m so bloody terrified.”

  “Pretend we’re in Brighton if it helps.”

  He nodded and kissed her – a long, slow, and extremely satisfying kiss – and she found herself arching her back and rubbing her breasts against his chest.

  “Oh, God.” He laughed, sliding his hands up her body. “I love your breasts.” All she could do was moan as he lowered his head to them, teasing her nipples into hardness with his tongue, and then pulling at them with his lips. “Like that?” he asked. “Tell me you like that?”

  She forced out a, “Yes,” as his hand slid between her legs. She felt a tingle of anticipation as he began to explore and then stroke her. She exhaled a moan before feeling him laugh. “What is it?”

  “The condoms, where are they?” He raised his head, giving her a grin.

  “Here.” Reaching for the packet, she passed it to him. She sat up, watching him, tear open a foil wrapper. His erection stood at full attention – long, thick, and pointing directly at her. “Bloody hell, Stephen.”

  “You’re a miracle worker.” He gave her a grin, holding his erection in his hand for a moment, before rolling a condom on and throwing the packet onto the bedside locker.

  Opening her legs, she gasped as he entered her – filling her like no other man could –

  before he paused, resting his forehead against hers.

  “Don’t stop,” she murmured.

  “I just want to feel you – taste you.” He encircled one of her nipples with his tongue. “Now that I’m inside you again.”

  “It’s been too long.”

  He nodded, beginning to rock his hips back and forth, each thrust hitting her slowly and deeply. Her head began thrashing from side to side, her hips rising and falling, making him pick up the pace and feeling the pressure building up deep inside her. He thrust faster and harder, his body slamming against hers, her breasts bouncing almost painfully with the force of his thrusts. She could feel him coming but a little groan from him sent her over the edge, moaning and then screaming with release.

  She was positive her orgasm had woken up the entire building, never mind Tommy. Stephen held her to him as she tried to control her breathing, and they listened.

  “Nothing,” she whispered and they relaxed, Stephen burying his face in her neck. “Stephen?” Gently lifting his head, she saw tears trickling down his cheeks.

  “I never thought I’d ever make love to you again.”

  “Never say never.” She tried to wipe his tears away with her fingers but more kept falling.

  “And I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to.”

  “Well, if you hadn’t been able to, we’d just have kept on trying.” She smiled. “There’s always fun in trying, and who knows what it might have led to.”

  “I missed you so much.”

  “I hated you for a long time because of what you did,” she told him. “But I felt hurt more and, God, I missed you, too. When Tommy was born and the midwife passed him to me for the first time, all I could do was cry.” She blew out her cheeks. “Bloody hell, you’re going to have me crying, too.”

  “I want you to do something for me.”

  “Oh? What?”

  “Say you’ll marry me,” he replied, and she clapped a hand to her mouth. “You don’t have to take my name, or you can go double-barrelled, I don’t care. We can look after Tommy together and stand up to whatever life throws at us together. I just want you to marry me?”

  “Yes, I’ll marry you,” she whispered, not even having to think about it.

  He smiled. “And would you do one other thing for me?”

  “What?”

  “Promise me you’ll never cut your hair short?”

  “Never?” she repeated. “Even when I’m old and grey?”

  He nodded, lifting a lock of her hair and letting it trickle through his fingers. “You and your hair will always be beautiful.”

  “Then, I promise,” she whispered and kissed his lips.

  THE END

  Other Books by Lizzy Grey

  The Birthday Present - http://mybook.to/TheBirthdayPresent

  Recovered from a heart transplant operation, thirty-year-old Freya Thompson is desperate to be rid of her embarrassing virginity and is given a birthday present like no other. A male escort will take her virginity and she can then carry on with the life the new heart has given her.

  But ‘Samantha’ isn’t prepared for ‘Simon’ – tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed and gorgeous. But even more important than that, he isn’t terrified by her huge scar. He doesn’t treat her like a freak, and she finds herself attracted to him. But he’s a male escort, he’d been paid to have sex with her, and she will never see him again. Or will she?

  His Sexual Partner - http://mybook.to/HisSexualPartner

  At a charity fundraising event, Lesley Strickland meets Jonathan Lewis – a fellow cancer survivor – and they spend the night together. When Lesley discovers Jonathan is a politician, she never wants to see him again, despite a deepening sexual attraction. But Jonathan can’t forget her. Only Lesley can satisfy him, and he has a discreet proposition for her – that she become his sexual partner.

  Lesley asks for time to consider the proposition, but Jonathan’s mother intervenes and blackmails her, threatening to reveal a secret which could ruin Lesley’s reputation and business. Lesley is forced to accept Jonathan’s proposition and all it entails – being at the new British Home Secretary’s beck and call whenever he needs her – as his sexual partner…

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  Lizzy Grey is a steamy romance and romantic suspense author who enjoys meeting friends for coffee and a chat, buying too many pairs of shoes and watching the latest dramas on Netflix. She lives in London, UK.

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