Mr. Always & Forever

by Ashlee Price

  She lifts her chin. “I suppose not. But I will pay rent, and I’ll move in as soon as I can get my things together.”

  That has me frowning. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m not living here without paying you for the privilege,” she retorts.

  “Who said anything about you moving out?” I ask, astonishment lacing my tone.

  “You made it pretty clear, Marshall. What with the new apartment and the bedroom!” She pulls away from me, striding over to the window to peer out onto the street.

  “It’s there in case you need to nap, dammit. You’re not moving anywhere.” I stalk toward her, spin her around, and haul her against my chest. Pressing my mouth to hers, I take what’s mine and state, “You’re staying with me, where you belong.”

  “I don’t belong anywhere.” She makes the statement out of a need to commit rebellion, but there’s an emptiness to her tone that tells a tale of its own.

  She really means that; she feels she doesn’t belong anywhere.

  “You belong with me.”

  That has her shaking her head. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “I’m not. It’s the truth, and no matter what you feel, you can’t deny it.” When she opens her mouth and starts to speak, I wait, intent on hearing her argument. But she stays quiet, her lips pursing as though she can’t find the words to disagree. Satisfaction floods me. “You see, you feel it too.”

  “I don’t know what I feel,” she whispers, then does the damnedest thing—presses her forehead against my chest. The act is so weary, so tired, it makes my heart melt.

  “We don’t need to know what we feel to know we feel something. The presence of anything at all means this is more important than half the relationships we’ve ever had.” I press a kiss to her hair. “This is a gift from me to you. I want you to enjoy it, but it was never intended as a prompt for you to move out.”

  She gulps, then peers up at me. “You swear?”

  “Hand on heart.”

  As she nibbles her lip, I long to tug the morsel free from her teeth. A single nod has my breath whooshing from me in relief. “Thank you, Marshall.”

  I lower my head and claim her mouth as my own. She passively accepts my tongue, letting me stroke hers, letting me fan the flames but not fighting back as she usually does. I cup her cheeks, tilt her head back so she can take all of me. “I need you, Grazia. I need you very much.”

  They aren’t words of love, but I’m not capable of giving them yet. Maybe with time, I’ll find it easier. All I know is I’ve never needed anyone, not since my grandmother, and that need is more power than I’d like to give to anyone.

  Her mouth trembles beneath my own. “I need you too,” she whispers, and a relieved breath gusts from me.

  I can’t help myself. I lift her up and rest her butt on the window ledge. I don’t think people can see, nor do I care.

  Utterly grateful she’s wearing a skirt, I let my hands settle at the hem as I take her mouth again. Fucking her with my tongue, letting her know she’s mine, I lift her skirt and drag it up, high enough to free her legs.

  The instant she can move, she spreads them and I settle between her thighs. Her hands come to my fly and she pulls my dick free, not caring that my belt is still on or that both of us are fully dressed. She makes a quick detour to my pocket, where the ever-ready condoms are waiting, and opens one.

  She grabs my shaft, covers me, pulls her panties aside, and sets me at her gate. As I start to notch the tip inside her, both of us moan. Slowly thrusting inside her, I release her mouth to nibble at her chin and jaw, ducking my head to nip at her throat.

  As I work my way inside her, her head falls back against the cold pane of glass. The window rattles as I start to take her, marking her as mine.

  I don’t know where we’ll be five months from now, I don’t know where we’ll be five years from now, but what I do know is that for this moment, this woman is mine. And I intend on that being so for a very long time.

  Just because I don’t know the future doesn’t mean I can’t read between the lines.

  We’ve only known each other for five short months. They’ve been months loaded with upheaval, with devastated loss and heavy hours and hectic work schedules. Neither of us trust easily, and there is no greater act of trust than giving another person your heart.

  If there is anyone I could give it to, though, I know it’s Grazia, and strangely enough, I know she feels the same way about me.

  For the moment, I’m content with her needing me, but eventually, I know I’ll want more, and I’m sure she’ll be the same. We’re intrinsically similar when it comes to things like this, and I look forward to the battles that will happen between us as we strive for more.

  Because more is always what I’ll want from this woman.

  And as I take her harder, deeper, faster, both of so close to exploding with a pleasure only we can give each other, I realize that where she’s concerned, I’ll never accept anything less.

  THE END

  THE PRICELESS ONE

  A Billionaire Romance

  (Contemporary Romance Novels)

  Book 1

  UNCOVERED

  By : Ashlee Price

  Description

  Erin Adams works as a curator at the Museum of Natural History in New York. She makes sure that each piece that is brought in is perfect, and she has a special reason for loving the place. It is where she grew up with her father, and since his passing it has become her biggest connection to him. Erin can’t imagine living anywhere else than above the museum – but that is all about to change.

  She finds out that she is going to lose both her job and her residence with the sale of the museum. While she tries to figure out what she is going to do, Erin notices a tall man who seems to be everywhere that she is. Erin is shocked to find out that he is the very man who has ruined her future.

  What he proposes is preposterous, but it is almost too good of an offer to turn down.

  Chapter 1 – Erin

  I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. The glasses were gone, contacts in their place, and I could finally see my face. I was looking good, and it had been a long time since I felt this way. Usually I wore slacks and blouses for work, but tonight I was going all out for Rose’s art show. She hadn’t been in town in weeks, traveling to South America for a photo shoot, and I missed her. It seemed like the thing to do, getting dressed up, but I almost didn’t recognize myself.

  The black dress was a little above the knee and it felt so right on my body. It hugged my slim frame just right and for a moment I felt beautiful. My hair was straightened and hung down past my waist, tickling my bared arms as it softly caressed my skin like the silk dress. If nothing else, I was going to get to see my best friend and I felt like a million bucks. That was a big step away from my normal life. For a night, I felt like I could be someone else. Tonight, I wasn’t a museum curator.

  I was nervous about how I looked and I brushed on a little eyeliner and lip gloss, just to make those features stand out a little. The dress and hair had seemed out of place without something on my face. I didn’t care much for makeup, but tonight was different.

  I took a taxi downtown to the small pop-up art gallery that Rose had created. The opening was almost as interesting as the pictures on the walls. It was carved like half a tree, and when I walked in there was a feel of the rainforest. Rose had always been fascinated with the climate around the equator, and she had told me when we were in college that she would find a job that paid her to be there. She had found it as a freelancer and this was her third trip in as many months. I was afraid she was going to move down there permanently, especially with a new man in the cards.

  “Erin, you made it!”

  I smiled at her, taking the hug that she offered and admiring her curved body in the hot pink dress that made her dark skin pop in contrast. Her short hair was in curls almost as big as the gold hoops in her ears.

  “I told you I would be
. This place looks great.”

  “This place? Girl, look at you.”

  Catching me off guard, she spun me around before I was able to stop her.

  “Stop, it’s nothing.”

  I could tell that Rose didn’t agree. She had a look that told me that this was a real departure for me. I had a habit of dressing as conservatively as possible. After breaking up with Zac a couple of years before when he cheated on me, I’d decided that I didn’t want to date for a while. To think that it had been two years was hard to stomach, and as Rose looked on I realized that it had been far too long. It had been far too long since I had gotten dressed up nice, and now I knew that I was going to have to do it more.

  “Well, I don’t know about nothing, Erin. You look good, honey, and we need to show you off. If you are still around at the end of this, we should go down to the club and take that bad boy for a spin.”

  Her hands touched the soft material and she made me laugh with the look on her face. She always knew how to make me feel better, and the self-conscious thoughts that I had were slipping away. I had missed Rose, and seeing her then was enough to remind me of why. She was always the happier one. She made everything seem like it was no big deal. It was, sometimes, but with Rose, nothing really mattered.

  “If you aren’t already too tipsy.”

  I looked at the glass in her hand and she grinned. “Third, maybe fourth, but I figure if I can still walk straight, that’s good enough.”

  We talked for a few more moments before she was pulled away to talk to a few other people. It wasn’t just about her pictures that were up on the wall; this was also a way for her to get to know other people in the industry and make some connections that would help her later. I watched her for a time, wishing secretly that I could be as relaxed as she was in a crowd of so many people.

  My attention turned to the small bar that was set up on the other side of the room. I just needed something to take the edge off. Soon I had a glass of wine in my hand and the slow sips were already making me feel better. I didn’t know many people there, so instead of trying to mingle with strangers, I took a look at the pictures that my friend had done on her trip.

  They were grouped as collages and there was a lot to look at. I couldn’t imagine all of the places that she had been to. I was scared to fly, always had been. My father wasn’t much for flying, but we were always traveling together, so I had gotten used to boats, trains and cars instead of the faster way of going the distance. Now I started to think that some of the places I wanted to go might not be accessible by any of those modes of transportation.

  A photo of Rose and her new love interest caught my eye. The dark-skinned man was holding a snake, and even though Rose was terrified of the slithering creatures, she had the biggest smile on her face that I had ever seen. She was happy. There was no doubt in my mind that this one was going to be the one for her. It was a mix of emotions. I would miss her, as I had more and more lately, but it also meant that my best friend was happy, and I couldn’t think of any other way that I would want it to be.

  The collages were grouped and presented on pillars all throughout the room, as well as against all of the walls. There were hundreds of pictures. I started on the next pillar, this one of a river and lots of people on boats. It was clear that she loved everything that she captured, and I was again blown away by her use of light and how good she was at it. Rose Woods was going to go far, and I was glad to have known her before she made her way to the top.

  My eyes flicked up from the mural of art and I caught the dark gaze of a man who was looking at me. It took me a moment to remember him from before. He had been at the museum on Wednesday, looking at the art but looking more at the structure of the building. I had noticed him because of those coal-black eyes that were looking at me now.

  Looking away, I felt like my very eyes had been burnt by his searing gaze. I walked towards the next pillar and tried to look at the photographs that were matted in front of me. I tried not to feel the stranger’s eyes on me, but it was impossible not to feel his presence. He was handsome and had a rakish grin that told me he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. The tall man exuded energy that made me blush a little.

  I was chicken, and my discomfort made me turn away and change how I was going to view the exhibit. I went to the outer wall, as far away from him as I could get. I put my back against the wall and tried to take in what was in front of me, but my eyes were unseeing.

  Chapter 2 – Drake

  I couldn’t believe that the woman in front of me was the very same one I had noticed days before. She looked completely different when she was at work. I knew who she was because I had done my homework about what I was planning to invest in. Erin Adams was the curator of the Museum of Natural History, and though I wasn’t there to see anything more than the location and architecture for my new club, I had noticed more than just that.

  Before, the young blonde was dressed as one would expect a museum curator to be, similar to a librarian. She had her hair swept up in a tight French braid down her back. Now that it was flowing and straight my fingers itched to touch her. That is all I wanted to do. I knew that I couldn’t, but there was an urge that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

  As my eyes traveled down her body and over the tight black dress and bared shoulders, I was thinking more about what I would say when I went up to her. She was like a butterfly fresh from her cocoon, and I knew that I had to have her. It was a pull, a drive inside of me that I had felt from her before, even when she had been dressed so unassumingly. I almost missed the small pair of glasses that had been perched on her nose and then pushed back into her hair when she was talking to someone. Before she had been intriguing for an unknown reason, and now I knew why. It was hard not to feel it when she looked like that. My body must have seen her potential and knew that she would be something magnificent.

  “Drake Calloway?”

  I was a little startled when I heard my name. I turned to see the person I was there to see. My PR manager had insisted that I meet with Rose Woods about promoting the Dragon Fly. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that, but Mary had insisted, so I had agreed. There was no doubt in my mind that she was right. It was something that I dreaded to do, but instead of just ignoring her advice, I had heeded it and made my way downtown to see her.

  She was not what I had expected, but there was an instant charm that was palpable. I put my hand out to take hers and shook it gently. Rose had been talking to Erin just a bit ago, and I wondered how the two were acquainted. I had a strange moment where I wanted to ask that very thing, but I didn’t, because I knew I shouldn’t.

  “Yes, you must be Rose Woods? Mary Whethers has told me so much about you. You must have impressed her, which is hard to do.”

  The girl smiled and played with the curly tips of her dark hair. That was the reaction that I was used to, not Erin’s stricken look when she had noticed me here and back at the museum. It was a sharp contrast, and the easy smile on my lips was a reaction to how she was looking at me.

  “Thanks, you’re too kind. I just got back and thought to put a few up. The country is really beautiful.”

  I agreed, and though I had spent most of my time since Erin walked in trying to adjust myself to her new look, there had been a time in the beginning when I had actually done what I was here to do in the first place.

  “Well, I like what I see. When can we get started?”

  Rose was taken aback, as most were the first time they did business with me. While it looked like I was making a decision on a whim, I had studied her and her career the last couple of hours and I knew that she was a good fit. She was low on controversy and was a rising star. I liked the idea of helping her kick-start her career while getting a good product as well. It was a win-win situation of the kind that I was always eager to get into.

  “Get started? We just met!”

  I kind of chuckled. I was trying hard to ignore the look in her dark eyes. If I hadn’t alr
eady been fawning over Erin and her new style, I might have taken the dark depths up on their offer. “Well, I have seen a lot of your work, especially what you did for Espe magazine. I am impressed as well. This meeting was more a formality than anything. I like to personally meet the people that I go into business with.”

  Rose smiled, and I liked the open way that she did it. I was just about to ask her about Erin and how she knew her, but the place was packed and everyone was vying for the woman’s attention. I gave her my card and told her to call me on Monday.

  “This is a project that you are going to want to take.”

  “Thank you, Drake. I look forward to working with you and your company. I have been trying to get my friend to go to the Dragon Fly. It is a great place, but I haven’t managed it yet.”

  I told her to just come by and tell them I sent her. “It would be good for you to get an idea of what kind of place it is. Have you been there before?”

  She nodded, and I promised to set things up for a special time when she was there. I left her to her fawning fans and searched the room with my eyes until I found the blonde who had captivated me before. She had her back to me, and all I could notice was the slight roundness of her backside and the hair that flowed as she moved.

  Erin looked back at me once and our eyes met for only a moment before she was back to what she was looking at. I knew that she had noticed me. She had noticed me in the museum, too, but like then, she wouldn’t even meet my gaze for more than a few moments. It was hard to concentrate with her around. Why did I feel this way?

  The wine was getting to me and I went to the bathroom. I needed to splash some water on my face as well. I wanted to think that it was all of the people crammed into one space that made me feel this way, but I had more inclination to believe that it was because of Erin that I felt all out of sorts. She had to know what she was doing to everyone who saw her like that. She was beautiful.

  Peering into the mirror, I dried the water from my tanned face and tried to look relaxed. I wasn’t supposed to be worried about women like that. I didn’t usually worry about them even when I’d taken them to bed the night before. But Erin had stayed with me for some reason. The schoolmarm had captured my attention, and tonight it was impossible to look away.