by Riley, Alexa
If he finds out, though, I’m going to be in big trouble. I fight a smile knowing the punishment will be to my liking. I’m not even sure it should be called punishment. More of a way for Smith to remind himself I belong to him and that he has some kind of control so he doesn’t go crazy.
Though I do enjoy his crazy. His obsessive need to be close to me. To let everyone know I’m his. Maybe it’s wrong that I even feed into it. I enjoy it after a life of growing up ignored. I don't care if it’s wrong. It works for us and we both get what we need.
Not only that, but Smith had been right. He’d got me pregnant that first night. He’d been right again when we found out I was having twin boys. We’re both getting the family we’ve always wanted. That’s all that matters. We don't care about what other people think about us. Not that it matters anyway. Smith and I being together has never been the issue I thought it might be. In fact, he came out the knight in shining armor, not only saving the girl but taking down dirty cops in the processes, along with my uncle’s law firm, which had been doing all kinds of illegal things. Including attempting to steal my trust money.
When the dust settled, everyone who belonged in jail was there and would be there for a very long time. If not forever by the time Smith was done with them. Things couldn't have worked out more perfectly. I’m even a little thankful for my horrible uncle. If it wasn't for him, I might not have ever met my Smith. I shake my head at my own thoughts, knowing one way or another Smith would have found me. I know it.
I step out of the office and head towards the front of the building. I try and keep my head down so no one sees me. Smith would laugh at the thought. He thinks everyone sees me. I swear the man thinks I walk around with a spotlight on me drawing everyone’s eye. I don’t see it, or maybe I don’t notice it, I guess.
I hear someone say my name, but I don’t look up. I keep moving, making my way outside and hope it wasn't one of the guards from the courthouse. They’d totally rat me out. I’m going to end up with a tracker back on my ankle over an ice-cream cone. When I see the truck, I know it’s worth it.
“Strawberry, please,” I tell the man. I pull out some money and set it on the ledge of the window. He turns back and hands me the ice-cream cone. I take a giant lick and moan as the taste fills my mouth. You’d think I hadn't eaten all day, but I had lunch not even an hour ago with Smith. Still, when a craving hits me, I can be unstoppable until I get what I want. I really think these boys are going to be a lot like their father.
“No charge,” the man says. I open my eyes, not realizing I’d even closed them. His eyes roam over me, then suddenly grow wide with fear. I don’t even have to turn around to know what he’s looking at. He puts his hands up, steps back from his window and shuts it. I have a feeling this ice cream truck isn’t going to sit here anymore. Dang it.
I turn around to see my husband standing there looking down at me. I give him the sweetest, most innocent smile that I can. “I got strawberry,” I tell him, holding up my ice cream.
“I hope it was worth it,” he drawls before I’m in the air and coming to rest in his arms, my ice cream hitting the ground.
“Hey!” I snip at him as he moves towards the courthouse. I would tell him he should put me down and that people will stare, but he won’t care. I think I even hear a few people laughing. Some think it’s funny how Smith acts around me. They say they never thought they’d ever see the day when he was chasing a wife around.
He wifed me before I even knew what was happening. Not that I was going to stop him. My center clenches thinking about it. My craving for ice cream leaves me and another one takes its place.
He slams his office door and I hear the lock click into place. Moments later his desk is cleared and I’m laid out on it for the taking.
“I think it’s time you gave Daddy his sweet treat since you already had yours.” I bite my lip, spreading my legs wide for him know what he wants to eat.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help myself.” He raises an eyebrow at me, not believing I’m really sorry. He’s right. I’m not sorry at all.
“Daddy’s just going to have to make sure you have something to lick on before I leave you alone in my chambers so you don’t have those cravings while I’m gone. Make sure you get your fill,” he tells me as he undoes his slacks, pulling his cock out and stroking himself. I lick my lips when I see a drop of cum coat the tip. I want him in my mouth, but before I can try, he’s on me, taking what he wants and satisfying his own craving.
Me.
Epilogue
Smith
Six years later…
“Nora!” I bark as I tear through the bedroom.
I’m naked and my dick is hard as a rock. I was in court all day and she was sending me dirty pictures and teasing me.
I stop abruptly when I hear her giggle and I narrow my eyes at the closet door. It’s late afternoon and the kids are at swim lessons, so we’ve got the house to ourselves.
When I stomp over to the door, I grab the knob and yank it open to find her standing there in what can only be described as a scrap of dental floss. She opens her mouth to speak, but I reach out and snatch her up and throw her over my shoulder before she can say a word.
“Judge!” she shouts when I toss her on the bed and rip away whatever material it is that’s on her.
“It’s in my way,” I grunt as I flip her over so she’s on her knees and I yank her ass to the edge of the bed. “This is what you get for sending me pictures of that tight little pussy while I’m working.”
I lick my fingers before I push them inside her, and I can feel how wet she is. I take them out and suck them clean because I can’t fuck her without the taste of her cunt on my tongue.
“But it was expensive,” she moans as I fill her up with one hard thrust and begin to ride her hard.
I grab her hair with both hands and growl as my cock swells inside her. “I’ll buy you a hundred of them if you let me get you pregnant again.”
When she leans down to stick her ass up in the air higher, I release her hair and grab her hips. She spreads them wider in invitation and she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“You want it, don’t you, kitten?”
She looks back at me over her shoulder and nods.
“Say it,” I growl as my cum leaks in anticipation of the words.
“Get me pregnant, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” I say through clenched teeth as I reach under her and pet her clit. The hard little button is ready to go off. “I bet you were home playing with yourself and thinking about this. Weren’t you?”
She whines as she nods and pushes herself harder against me. She’s tight and about to go off and I’m not far behind. I thrust deep and hold it there because I want to feel her squeeze all of me. When I circle her clit, she grips the sheets and cries out as she cums. I blanket her body with mine and bury my face against her shoulder as I cum on a loud roar. All day I was thinking about being inside her and it’s not over yet.
“Get on your back, kitten. I want those milky tits this time,” I say, and she blushes as she does what I ask.
I don’t know how she can be embarrassed by anything after all these years. I’m still just as desperate for her as I was the first time I saw her, and that’s never going to change.
When I slide back into her sticky warmth I grunt and begin to thrust. I want her at least two more times before we have to go, and I plan on getting in her ass, too. She likes to pretend that’s only for a special occasion, but if I keep her on edge long enough she begs for it.
“Mine,” I say as I kiss her lips then kiss my way down her neck.
“Yours,” she agrees as her legs wrap around me.
We both get what we want and then some as we make love. It might look dirty and rough from the outside, but at the root of us, that’s what this is. From the moment I first saw her to this moment now, I’m blinded by what I feel for her. It’s all-consuming because she’s given me my whole world and there’s noth
ing about finding her and making her mine that I would change.
THE END
Flight Risk
by Alexa Riley
Sophia Adams has lived her whole life sheltered from the world. Her parents are workaholics, she goes to an all-girls school, and isn’t allowed outside the boundaries that have been set for her. So when she secretly gets a passport and packs a bag the day it arrives, she thinks all of her dreams are finally coming true. That is, until the airport security pulls her out of line and she discovers that maybe she’s more innocent than she thought.
Lincoln Gray owns everything he could ever want. And that includes the dark-haired beauty he catches sight of. One look at Sophia and he’s making sure she’s the carry-on he’s taking to his next stop. She’s too naive to travel the world alone, and luckily for her, he’s the one to protect her. He’s never been told no, and it’s not about to start now. How can a woman resist being given all she’s dreamed of?
Warning: This short story is insta-love faster than a Nighthawk (It’s the fastest plane in the world. Trust us, we Googled.) Make sure your tray tables are in their upright and locked position and your laptop is in a bin by itself. We’ve got a filthy little quickie ready to please!
Chapter 1
Sophia
I hold my passport tight in my hand, feeling like it’s my lifeline. It’s my chance to finally see the world. I only got it in the mail this morning, and afterwards I was practically running out the front door almost forgetting to say my goodbyes. Not that there was even anyone to say goodbye to besides Larsa. She’s been my nanny and caregiver my entire life, but she’s more of a mom to me than my own mother. She kissed me on both cheeks before reluctantly letting me go with tears in her eyes.
Both my parents are workaholics. They try to find time for me, but they always seem to love their jobs more. They own a law practice together, and I’m pretty sure I was a mistake late in life—one they thought for a moment they might want or could handle, but it turned out their money handled me for them.
I never went without though. I went to the best all-girls private boarding school in the States and had a trust fund that would never leave me lacking my heart’s desire. My parents want me to use it for college and maybe even become a lawyer like them. I’ve heard them say it many times over dinner—when they could manage to make it home in time for one. That was the natural plan for things, but they never asked me what I wanted to do. My parents talked at me, not to me.
Being like them was the furthest thing from what I wanted. Something about college scared me. I was always worried that maybe I’d get wrapped up in it and end up like them. I didn’t want to be a workaholic, but in all honesty, I don’t know what I want to do with my life. The one thing I know is I want some freedom. I want to see the world outside of my parents’ home and the walls of my school.
I want to see the places I’ve read about in history class. Meet boys and have love stories like the ones I’ve read in romance novels. The only outside world I know is from books or movies. We never traveled when I was growing up, and this is finally my chance.
I bite my lip as I look up at the departures screen to see what flights there are and where they are going. When I see one heading to Paris in four hours, my heart does a little leap. It’s the city of love.
I make my way to the counter and buy a ticket that costs a small fortune. The lady directs me to where I need to go next since I don’t have to check any bags. I only packed my backpack because I didn’t take much with me. I wanted to be able to get around as easily as possible. I have a checklist of places all over the world I want to go, and I know I can’t lug around a million things if I want to do that.
I wait in line to get through security, my excitement growing with each second. This is really happening. I’m going to Paris. I can’t believe it.
“Hey,” I hear someone say from behind me. I turn to see a boy who looks a few years older than me. He’s cute with short blond hair and blue eyes. He’s smiling at me, and I see a small dimple in his cheek.
“Hi,” I say back, feeling a little awkward.
“Where you headed?” he asks, glancing at the ticket in my hand.
“Paris.” I can hear the dreamy sigh in my voice. The millions of love stories I’ve read about this city dance through my head.
“Me too.” He gives me a little wink. I feel myself blush, not used to this kind of attention and feeling even more awkward.
“Next!” is barked at me, making me jump.
I turn back and see the line has moved and I’m up next. I rush up to the security box, handing the man my passport and ticket. He takes them from me and looks down at them.
The man looks intimidating. His head is shaved and the white shirt he’s wearing is stretched tight against his body. It shows off the muscles that could take almost anyone in a fight. Tattoos run down his arms, and I see them move with every flex of his hands. He puts my ticket and passport down, and I watch as he puts a finger to his ear. It’s then I see a small earpiece. I think he’s listening to someone. His eyes shoot up to me and stare for a moment. His cold eyes bore into me, and then they snap away.
He stands. “You need to come with me,” he tells me, picking up my passport and plane ticket.
I stand there shocked. Did I do something wrong? I glance back to the blond guy, whose eyebrows are raised as he watches what’s happening. I feel a little panic set in.
“I-I…” I stumble over my words, trying to think. “Is something wrong?”
“Ma’am, like I said, you need to come with me.” He reaches out to grab my arm, but stops suddenly right before his hand lands on me. He pauses for a moment. “This way.” He retracts the hand that was going to grab me and points in the direction he wants me to go.
I pause for a second but then decide to follow him. What choice do I have? His chest says Security on it and so does the badge he’s wearing. I’ve been taught to follow the law my entire life, and if this is the one thing standing between me and Paris, then I will follow him.
He uses a keycard to open a side door that leads down a long hallway. I follow him, staying silent as I watch him from behind. When we reach the end of the hall, we get to another door. He opens it, ushering me in. The only things in the room are a metal table and two metal chairs.
“Have a seat,” he tells me. I slip my backpack off and sit down.
He leans down and picks up my bag. I want to demand he give it back, but he’s striding from the room before I can say anything. The door shuts behind him, and I hear a lock click into place. Suddenly I’m alone and I have no idea what’s happening.
Maybe I should have listened to Larsa this morning and not left. She said I was too young, too naïve about the world. Maybe she was right, because I have no idea what’s happening right now.
Time ticks by as I wait and wait.
Finally, after what feels like forever, the door opens. Only it’s not the man from before who greets me. I thought the man who brought me here was intimidating, but this guy takes it to a whole new level. I feel the breath leave my lungs at the size of him.
Dark, intense eyes meet mine as he steps into the small room, making it seem even smaller. He shuts the door behind him, and the click of the lock echoes in the empty space. He takes a step toward me. He has to be over a foot taller than my five foot three. He’s enormous. His hair is dark and cut short, military style. His black button-up shirt makes it look like his muscles want to escape from it. Big, beefy arms pull tight against the material, and I’m surprised it doesn’t rip when he moves them. He screams Special Forces or something badass, and I feel my heartbeat pick up.
What is going on here? “Who was the boy behind you in line?” he asks. His voice is deep and holds an edge to it. I look at him in confusion.
“Who?” I hear the small tremble in my voice. His eyes narrow on me as he takes a step closer.
“The boy you were taking to in line.” He grits it out.
I stare up
at him as he looms over me in my chair. He reaches out and grasps a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “He had blond hair,” he adds, not letting go of mine.
“I don’t know him,” I admit as it clicks who he’s talking about. Maybe all this is about him.
He drops my hair but keeps his eyes trained on me, making me squirm in my chair and I have to look away. His eyes are too intense to hold. I feel his finger come to my chin as he softly guides me to look back at him.
He strokes my chin gently before he grips it in a firm possessive hold. “Good, because you’re about to get to know me.”
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