An Unintentional Affair (The Affair Series Book 1)

by Randi Ocean

  Adam kissed my hand and said, “I know you’ll do great, sweetheart. I’ll be right here, so just talk to me. Forget about the camera.”

  Dave hit “record” and walked over to me with a Bible. “Please state your name.”

  “Emily Ryan.”

  “Hold up your right hand and place your left hand on the Bible.” I obeyed. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”

  “I do.” This ritual threw me off. It took me a minute for me to compose myself. I took a sip of water, but what I really wanted was another sip of wine. That would have to wait.

  **

  I talked for almost an hour and a half. Adam interjected a question now and then but mostly, he just let me talk. When it was all over, I was totally spent. As Dave packed up the camera, Adam handed me a glass of wine. “You did great,” he said, hugging me.

  “Thank you. I needed that.”

  “I thought you might,” he said, trying to muster a smile.

  Dave was just about out the door when Adam got another call from Joe. They had Myra. She was about to get on a plane to Switzerland, but they caught her before she could board. She said she hadn’t heard from Clint since he left for the office Monday morning. Seems she was talking up a storm and was a wealth of information, too.

  “Dave, they need you at FBI headquarters. Another testimony in this case.” Dave nodded and was out the door.

  We were finally alone again. “Anyone else you’re expecting that you haven’t told me about?” I asked in a joking but accusatory tone.

  He chuckled. “No, not tonight.” He ran his fingers through my hair and tucked one lock behind my ear. “But tomorrow morning Joe will be here at nine-thirty to take you to the airport. He’ll have the documents for your new identity and will put you on a plane to where they’re setting you up with a new life.”

  I could feel the tears creeping in again. “That soon?! Don’t I get to say goodbye to anybody?”

  “You aren’t safe in this city, Emily. We need to get you out of here and into that new life as soon as possible. As far as saying goodbye, I’m afraid that’s not possible. It would be dangerous for you and anyone you are in contact with.”

  “Adam, please come with me!” I begged.

  He had tears in his eyes again, too. “I can’t, sweetheart. There’s a long way to go to settle this case, and besides, it’s against policy.

  “Policy, schmolicy! Don’t I get any say in this?” I was sobbing.

  “Well, you could refuse but I wouldn’t advise it. You said it yourself – they’ll find you anywhere.”

  “But why won’t they be looking for me anyway? How do you know they won’t figure it out?”

  “We are going to leak to the press that you were killed in a car accident. If they think you’re out of the picture, they won’t waste their time looking any further. It’s the best option.”

  “So my family will think I’m dead, too?”

  “I’m afraid so. This is for your safety and theirs. Unless they have a reason to believe your family knows something, they won’t touch them. It would be too risky. If you want to survive this and protect your family, you have to trust us and do what we say.”

  The reality of the whole situation was incomprehensible. In one week, my whole life had been turned upside down. Inside out, too, for that matter. “I just can’t fathom never seeing you again, Adam! This is so not fair!”

  I was crying so hard I was shaking. Adam pulled me close and held my head to his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. He tilted my face up and gave me warm, tender kisses. He released the embrace and took my hand leading me into the bedroom. Striking a pose that was now familiar, he sat on the end of the bed with his legs parted and began undressing me. My sobbing was subsiding, but the tears continued to roll over my cheeks. He finished unbuttoning my blouse, looked up at me and wiped the tears from my face. He kissed each cheek gently before his lips met mine. Tears filtered his gaze.

  “Emily Ryan, you take my breath away.” Slowly he finished undressing me and cradled me, setting me down gently on the bed. My fear and sadness were gradually replaced with anticipation and arousal as he slipped out of his clothes and joined me.

  “I know this relocation isn’t going to be easy, but it’s the best thing for you and I’ll feel better knowing you’re safe.”

  “Adam, I….”

  He looked up at me and put his forefinger over my lips. “Shhh. Just love me.” He kissed me tenderly and caressed my breasts. My hands danced over his strong shoulders as his velvety fingers slid down my torso, through my wetness. My breath hitched as I relished the sensations. I reached for his thick, hot shaft and circled his crown with my fingertips. It excited me that he was so aroused. His eyes closed, and he rolled his head back with a low, erotic moan.

  He slid down my body so I could no longer reach his hardness. Crawling between my legs, he parted my folds with his tongue. Shock waves began surging through me. He was taunting me. I clutched the sheets holding on for the ride until the moment of. As he had done before, he took me almost to climax and shifted positions to prolong my pleasure. All I could do was give in to his magical touch. The orgasms were explosive. My entire body trembled. “Oh, Adam!”

  After a moment, catching my breath, I rolled on top of him. I held myself up with extended arms and stared into his piercing blue eyes. His gaze was so loving, so tender. “You’ll always be in my heart, I whispered.” I leaned down and licked his lips. Our tongues danced a very sensual, intimate dance. I slid down, and began teasing his hot, hard erection with my hands and tongue. Another low, erotic moan escaped his lips. I took him deeper, and worked with the tip of my tongue. He grabbed a pillow and propped himself up to watch. He smiled as he looked down at me and put his hand on top of my head, urging me to take more of him. He began pumping, his movements opposing mine.

  “Oh, God, ohhh..” he murmurs, moving faster and pushing deeper. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, closing his eyes and forcing his head back into the pillow, bracing against the quake shuddering through him. His stomach muscles tensed as I massaged his balls, and tugged his flesh taut. My lips engulfed his crown. The trickle of warm fluid escaping from his tip tasted so sweet. He held the top of my head as he thrust into my mouth and came hard. “Ohhh,” he cried out. I steadied myself and swallowed, still moving up and down his length as his orgasm continued flow. His body writhed in ecstasy, and he cried out, again, “Oh, Emily, ohhh!” I loved exiting him this way.

  I gradually slowed my movements as his hardness ebbed and his muscles began to relax. He lifted me on top of him so our faces were inches apart. He ran his fingers through my hair arranging a curl on his chest. “I love you, Em,” he said softly, his voice cracking slightly as a tear rolled down the side of his face.

  “I love you, too, Adam,” I whispered, trying not to weep openly. We kissed, then I slid down beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m really scared, Adam.”

  With his arm wrapped tightly around me, he said softly, “I know you are, sweetheart. The system is set up to take very good care of you, though. You have to trust that.”

  “I get it, but I still wish you were coming with me.”

  He smiled and kissed me on top of my head. “Me, too.”

  We were both exhausted. It had been a hell of a week. We held each other and drifted off to sleep.

  **

  The city sirens broke into my dreams, and I was suddenly wide awake. It was a little after midnight, and Adam was sleeping peacefully. I slipped out of bed trying not to wake him, and poured myself another glass of wine. I headed to the bathroom to draw a bubble bath. The tension began to melt from my body as I slid down into the steamy water and sipped the wine. Six short days. It was all a blur. I heard Adam stirring in the other room.

  He came into the bathroom holding a glass of wine. “May I join you?”

  “Please!”

  I started to move forward to let
him sit behind me, but he gently leaned me back to my end of the tub and got in facing me. “I want to see your beautiful face.”

  We talked for a long while about all the things that mattered to us. We talked about childhood aspirations and what we felt we had accomplished so far in our lives. It felt very intimate, very revealing.

  It was the middle of the night, and there were only a few short hours before Joe would be back to take me somewhere to start my life over. Fear and sadness churned inside me again. I tried desperately not to cry, but the tears came anyway. We climbed back in bed, spooned, and he held me close, one hand caressing my breast. “I feel your heartbeat,” he whispered. “You feel so good.”

  I wanted to turn and face him, but I knew if I did, the tears would come harder. I squeezed his arms and sobbed. He held me until I fell asleep.

  Chapter 10

  The alarm went off at 7:30 a.m., which seemed like only a minute after we had fallen asleep. We rolled over to face each other and shared long wet kisses. I felt so close to him, so much love. He put his hand on my ass and gently pulled me in against his hardness. His other hand stroked up my thigh and through my silky folds, sending a shiver to my core. My body was responding quickly to his magical touch. He rolled me on my back and took a taut nipple in his teeth while his fingers continued their dance through my wetness. My breath hitched as a tinge of pain shot through me when he tugged at my nipple with his teeth.

  “I’m sorry. Am I hurting you?” he asked quietly.

  “No, not really. My nipples are just so sensitive to your touch…and your bite,” I laughed.

  “I know I got a little carried away. I just can’t resist you,” he said, leaning down to nibble at my neck.

  It tickled, and I giggled. “Please don’t try….” I ran my fingers through his thick hair and turned his face to meet mine. Our eyes locked, his riveting gaze reaching for my soul. Every inch of me ached, my heart, my soul, my stomach…I couldn’t believe that this life was about to end. My eyes clouded with tears again. Adam reached up and brushed away the first tear as it rolled down the side of my face.

  “It’s okay, let it out,” he murmured. He pulled me into a tight embrace and gently kissed my shoulder. I was sobbing so hard I was shaking. “You’re a beautiful and smart woman, Emily Ryan. I know you’re going to rock your new world,” he said, trying to muster a smile as he pulled away from me so he could look into my eyes. “I will always love you. Don’t forget that.”

  “Oh, Adam. I love you too. My heart aches just thinking about not being with you.”

  He held my cheeks in his enormous hands. “Promise me you will move on with your life. You’re a passionate woman and you deserve love in your life.” Our lips met in a gentle kiss.

  “I’m really never going to see you again, am I?” I asked, not really wanting or needing the answer.

  “Let’s not think about that. Let’s enjoy each other with the time we have,” he said, embracing me again. His hand roamed up my side and caressed my breast, gently this time. He slid down and took my nipple into his mouth and taunted me with is tongue. His nimble fingers had found their way back into my slick folds and were working their magic, taking my mind away from the madness. All my attention was focused on him, and this intimacy we shared. My body was giving in to him quickly; the sensations from every touch were amplified as the seconds ticked by, and time was running out.

  Adam sheathed himself and rolled on top of me, parting my legs with his. He entered me slowly as his breathing quickened. “Oh, Emily. You feel so good….” His eyes closed and desire began to drive the dance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, and I didn’t want to let go. He pushed deep inside me over and over, reaching the core of my being. Our climax was explosive with both ecstasy and emotion.

  “Ahhh!” I cried out as the orgasm shattered through me, and Adam let out a low, guttural moan. His body was stiff and writing against me. A moment later, he began to relax, and leaned down to kiss me.

  He slid down beside me and pulled me close so my head was resting on his chest. His heartbeat pounded against my ear. It was a peculiarly comforting sound. “You’re a bright light in my life, Emily,” he said softly, and kissed the top of my head. “I love you.”

  I pulled myself up so we were eye to eye, lips to lips. “I love you, too, Adam. You’ve touched my life in so many ways.” We kissed, tender loving kisses. I didn’t want this moment to end; I knew it would never happen again. After a few minutes, he said softly, “We’d better get a shower going.” I knew he was right.

  After we’d showered and dressed, he ordered breakfast - bacon and coffee…and a bread basket just to keep things slightly balanced. We ate in silence, only the soft music from Adam’s iPad breaking through the calamity of street noises. I honestly didn’t know what to say anymore. I was still in shock and trying to process the fact that I was only going to be Emily Ryan for a few more hours. Who was I going to be? Where was I going? In an abundance of caution, they wouldn’t tell me anything in advance.

  I stared at him, trying to etch his features into my mind. This was the last opportunity for me to form a mental picture of him, and I wanted to memorize every detail, every dimple, and every freckle, to remember him always. Adam’s phone rang. It was Joe. He was downstairs waiting for me. My eyes filled with tears again. I squeezed them shut and shook my head. “This isn’t happening!”

  Adam wrapped his arms around me. “Shhh. It’s going to be okay,” he said quietly. “I love you, Emily Ryan…or whoever you are.” He smiled and held back tears. He kissed me with a warm wet kiss. “It’s time to go.” He rolled my suitcase with one hand and held my hand, fingers laced with the other. We rode the elevator down in silence.

  Joe was outside with the black sedan running at the curb. When he saw us coming, he popped the trunk and stowed my suitcase. He quickly opened the back door for me to get in, but realized I needed one more moment to say goodbye to Adam.

  “When you’re ready, Ms. Ryan,” Joe said, then walked around to the driver’s side and got in.

  Adam brushed the hair away from my face and kissed me on the cheek. “Be safe, Emily. I will always love you.” I couldn’t speak. I tried. I opened my mouth, and nothing came out. Adam put his forefinger to my lips, telling me not to try to speak. “I know,” was all he said.

  He helped me into the back seat of the car, leaned in, and said, “Drive carefully, Joe.”

  Joe held his arm up out the window and called back, “Will do,” then drove away. I couldn’t look back. I knew Adam was watching us fade into the traffic.

  I sobbed silently in the back seat. Joe handed me a box of Kleenex from the front. I took it and said, “Thanks.”

  Next, he handed me an envelope. “Here are your papers. Don’t open this envelope until you’re on the plane. It has information on your new identity and where you’ll be living.” My head was spinning again. This was a dream. It had to be a dream. It was a nightmare, really. It was really happening. I stared at the envelope for a moment then tucked it in my purse. We rode in silence.

  About forty-five minutes later we arrived at Teterboro Airport. A private jet was idling just outside of a hangar. Joe parked fairly close to it. He came around and opened my door.

  “Your captain is Brian. He has his orders, so you can just climb aboard and get comfortable.”

  “Thank you, Joe. Thank you for everything.”

  “You are most welcome, Ms. Ryan. Have a good flight, and be safe.”

  I walked toward the stairs of the plane. Joe pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and handed it to one of the flight assistants on the ground, who stowed it in an outer compartment of the plane.

  I climbed up and nodded to Brian.

  “Hello, Ms. Ryan. Welcome aboard. Please make yourself comfortable anywhere back there.”

  “Thank you.” I grabbed a seat and let out a deep breath. It was a struggle to keep my composure.

  The co-pilot came aboard and shut
the door behind him. He came over and shook my hand. “I’m Steve. Just relax, and we’ll be on our way in a few minutes. There are refreshments in the back on the left, and the restroom is in the back on the right. Please let us know if we can do anything to make you more comfortable.”

  “Thank you, Steve.” I turned around to orient myself based on the information he had just given me. I’d get something to drink when we were off the ground.

  It was a cool, overcast day. We took off as if we were as light as a feather. As we climbed, I looked back at the city, knowing Adam was down there somewhere. I put my hand on the window and said “Good bye, Adam Comstock.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. I pulled a Kleenex out of my purse and blotted my face. As I did, I was reminded of the envelope with my new identity. I slid it out and put it on my lap. I wasn’t ready to open it just yet. We kept climbing and broke through the cloud layer. The sky was a brilliant blue. Like Adam’s eyes, I thought. Ugh! My heart ached.

  When we leveled out, I went into the back to get something to drink. I opened the small refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of sparkling water. I noticed there was a small bottle of cabernet in there, too. I looked at my watch. 11:22. Who cares? I pulled out the bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses, one for the wine and one for the water. I went back to my seat and poured a glass of each. I took a sip of the wine and remembered the first night Adam and I sat at TJ’s and drank cabernet. He was so surprised that I liked red. I smiled to myself.

  I stared at the envelope. It was time to find out what was in my future. I slid the documents out and began reading. My new name was Bridget Stone. I was now a resident of Portland, Oregon. I continued reading about Bridget’s background. I almost felt as if I was reading a book and the author was describing Bridget for the reader to understand her character. It was an odd feeling when I came back to reality and realized this was now me.