by M. S. Parker
Hell, I didn't want her to just enjoy it. I wanted her to crave it. Wanted her to crave me in every way possible.
But I wasn't about to push her further than she was willing to go. “Do you remember what to say if it's too much?”
She nodded. “Apple.”
“Good.” I glanced at her again. “And I mean it, Allie. I don't want you to stay quiet because you think it's something I want.”
She nodded again, a thoughtful expression on her face. Part of me wanted to ask what she was thinking, but a greater part was terrified to know what was really going on in her head.
I took her hand to help her from the car when we arrived at my house, grateful that no one else was around to see the glimpse of bare skin she flashed as she swung her legs around. For a brief moment, I considered bending her over the hood of my car, but I filed that thought away for future consideration.
She made a startled sound as my mouth came down on hers as soon as the front door closed behind us, but then she leaned into me, those lush curves soft against my hard body. We were a rash of contradictions. Everything about us said we shouldn't fit together. Race. Social status. Finances. Family. But she was mine in a way I'd never known existed before her. A way I'd never believed could possibly be real.
I fed my hunger as my tongue plundered her mouth, reveling in the taste of the champagne we'd had at the club. My hands ran down her back to her firm ass and my stomach clenched in anticipation. I wanted so badly to be buried in her ass, but I would hold back, take it slow, prove to her that she could enjoy this too.
I eased down the zipper at the back of her dress and then took a step back so that the garment could fall to the floor. Her panties were already in my pocket, and the dress had built-in support, so she was completely bare in front of me. Unlike this morning, however, she stepped out of her shoes, making her more than a foot shorter than me.
Without a word, I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and stripped my pants and underwear off at the same time. Her eyes flicked down to my cock, and she licked her lips.
I groaned. “As much as I want your mouth, I want another part of you more tonight.”
I held out my hand to her, and when she took it, I led the way to my bedroom. In the past, I'd always insisted on my sexual encounters taking place in either a guest room or my playroom if we wanted to use toys. Paisley had wormed her way into my bedroom with her pregnancy lie, but I was taking Allie there of my own volition.
“On the bed.” I walked over to my bedside table and reached into the drawer to pull out a tube of lube and a condom. I wasn't surprised to see that my fingers were trembling. I felt like my entire body was humming with anticipation. Allie was a tantalizing combination of innocence and sexuality, like no one I'd ever met before.
“How do you want me?”
I closed my eyes. Fuck me. Her words alone would've been enough to make me hard if I hadn't already been that way.
When I turned to look at her, she was on her hands and knees, looking at me over her shoulder. Her knees were parted enough for me to see her glistening slit, and above that, the flat black end of the butt plug was still tucked in between her cheeks.
“Just like that.” My voice was hoarse as I stared at her. I'd never seen anything so beautiful.
I walked over to the bed and tossed the condom and lube onto the bedspread. We would have to talk soon about getting tested so we could stop using condoms. I wanted to slide inside her with nothing between us, feel that wet, hot pussy of hers without a layer of latex.
But right now...I planned to show her just how good it could feel to have her ass fucked.
She shivered as I ran my hands up her legs and over her hips. Her head dropped down, and I felt her tensing under my touch. She hadn't said that the man she'd tried this with had hurt her, but it was clear she was nervous.
“It's okay, Allie. Remember, you're in control. Say the word and we stop.”
She nodded, her muscles relaxing slightly.
I took hold of the plug and slowly began to twist it. She shuddered, then moaned as I eased the plug out. My stomach clenched as I watched the tight ring of muscle stretch. When the plug came free, I set it aside.
I took a moment to prepare myself, then turned my attention back to Allie. I ran one finger along her slit before slipping it into her pussy. I moaned at the same time she did. I hoped she wasn't planning on going home any time soon because I fully intended to spend the rest of the night taking her in every possible way.
As I began to tease her clit with my thumb, I worked my middle finger into her ass, then added another. She gasped as I stretched her, her hips rocking forward onto one hand, then back onto the other.
“You're going to come for me, Allie,” I murmured, breaking the silence between us. “And while your body is all nice and limp, that’s when I’ll slide inside.”
“Yes. Yes, Jal.” Her words were breathless, telling me that she was closer than I thought.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to the base of her spine. “Come on, baby.”
I slid two fingers into her pussy and pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. Her body jerked, and she whimpered. When I pressed my fingers against her g-spot, rubbing it with just the right amount of friction, she came. She cried out my name as her cunt and ass tightened around my fingers.
As soon as she relaxed, little tremors of aftershocks running through her, I removed my fingers and positioned my cock against her asshole. She groaned as I eased my way inside.
“Jal...Jal...” she panted as she dropped onto her elbows. “Fuck.”
“Breathe,” I said.
I kept moving forward, one inch at a time, even though everything inside me screamed for me to just slam into her, ride her rough. I wouldn't though, not right now. One day, maybe, but she had to learn to enjoy this first.
“Jal,” she whimpered. “It's too much.”
“Then you know what to say, baby,” I reminded her. I prayed she wouldn't use her safe word because I didn't want to stop. I would if she said it, but I didn't want to.
After a moment, she shook her head. “Keep going.”
I reached under her, cupped one of her breasts, and gave it a squeeze. As I teased her nipple, I moved forward again. The trick, I knew, was to combine the pain with pleasure, to let them merge into something intense and full. I was half-way inside when Allie began to swear, her muscles spasming around me as her body struggled to adjust to the intrusion.
“Relax, baby.” I ran my hand around her hip and down between her legs. She was slick with arousal, and I ran my fingers through it, then up to her clit.
She cried out as I ran my fingers in circles over the swollen bundle of nerves. Her hips jerked backward, shoving me deeper. I groaned as her muscles gripped me.
“Fuck, babe. You're like a vice.”
“Please, Jal. Please,” she begged.
My hand left her breast and tangled in her hair. I held her tight as my balls brushed against her skin. I rested there for a moment, fighting for self-control. She was so tight, so hot.
And then there were the sounds she was making...
It was almost enough to make me come right there.
When I began to move, I took it slow, long strokes that stretched and filled her. After half a dozen, she was moving back against me, making little sounds of pleasure.
“Talk to me, baby.” I slid a finger into her pussy, felt my cock through the thin membrane separating the two.
“Feels so good,” she moaned. “Burns. So full.”
“I need you to come for me, Allie.” I pulled her up against me, the change of angle making her gasp. “I'm so close, baby. I need you to come first though.”
I pressed my mouth against her throat, nipped at her skin. She reached behind her to grip me, her nails biting into my thigh. I pressed my hand harder against her clit, pushed into her as deep as I could go. I tried to hold back, to wait for her, but she felt too good. Even as I started to come,
my cock pulsing inside her, the muscles in her stomach twitched. She was on the edge.
“Come for me, Allie. Now!” I barked out the last word.
Then she was coming around me, and all I could feel, smell, see, was her. She was everything, and now that I finally understood what that meant, I would never let her go.
Chapter Twelve
Allie
“Would you stop?” I said, laughter thick in my voice. “You’re making me make a mess!”
Jal stood behind me, his mouth pressed to the side of my throat, his teeth and lips doing dangerous things to my skin.
Waffle batter now liberally splashed the counter and my hands. I’d been getting ready to pour out the first one when he caught me off-guard with a kiss to the back of my neck.
“No.” He took the bowl and set it down, then spun me around and boosted me up on to the counter, wrapping his arms around me.
“You got my shirt dirty,” I protested. “And the batter's cold.”
“So what? You’re warm…hot…” He kissed his way down my neck and then, before I could stop him, he pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the floor. “And, technically, it's my shirt.”
His kisses moved down my collarbone, and my nipples tightened with the knowledge that he was going there next. Then my stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten yet.
“No…nuh-uh.” I pushed him back. “I’m getting food first. You clearly have no idea what a monster I turn into when I’m hungry.”
He heaved out a sigh and leaned back. “Fine. But only if you finish breakfast and eat…like that.”
I looked down reflexively even though I already knew I was naked from the waist up. “You’re serious.”
His challenging smile was all the response I needed.
I grinned. “Fine by me.”
His eyes widened, and I knew I'd caught him off guard.
Doing my best to keep myself from chickening out, I asked him to get out plates and start the coffee, and before too long, we were sitting down to waffles, eggs, and bacon.
“Do you cook?” I asked him from the opposite side of the island.
He’d tried to put us next to each other, but I’d insisted on space until I had food in me. He’d sulked good-naturedly, but had given in.
He shrugged as he answered my question. “Not really. I can do basic stuff, but I’ve got a cook who comes in three or four times a week and prepares meals ahead of time. If it were up to me, I’d live off fast food or whatever I could scare up at the closest restaurants to my job.”
“You eat fast food?” I asked dubiously.
“I’m addicted to a couple of places.” He gave me a self-deprecating grin. “My mother sort of loathes my ‘low-brow’ tastes, but give me some McDonald’s fries, and I’m a happy man.”
I laughed. “Me too.”
I was about to take a bite of my waffle when the bell rang.
Jal ignored it, snapping a piece of bacon in two, his gaze on my breasts. “I’m going to enjoy spreading you out on the island here in a little bit and having some dessert with my breakfast.”
I blushed as he winked.
There was another knock – harder this time. “Mr. Lindstrom, you need to open up.”
He frowned, and I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly self-conscious. “You know who that is?” I asked.
“No.” Sighing, he nodded toward the stairs. “Why don’t you grab a clean shirt and I'll get rid of whoever it is.”
I hurried up the stairs and into Jal's room. I grabbed the first shirt I could find, my gut telling me that something was wrong. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I heard raised voices, the kind of voices that had authority in them. I hurried down the stairs and into the living room where I stopped dead.
Cops surrounded Jal.
Gaping at him, I took in the uniformed patrol officers and the men in plain clothing. Detectives.
“This whole thing is bullshit!” Jal's face was flushed, the muscles in his jaw tight.
One of the detectives gave him a mild look. “That may well be, and you’re entitled to a lawyer who can help you figure it out.”
A uniformed officer looked at me, his gaze sliding down and up again, his expression making it clear that he knew what we'd been doing. He looked back to Jal. “Do you really want to make this any uglier than it has to be?”
Jal looked at me, his eyes meeting mine, and he shook his head. Without looking away, he put his hands behind his back.
“Harold Lindstrom, Junior, you’re under arrest for insider trading. You have the right to remain silent...”
This couldn't be happening.
Except it was.
Book 5
The BIllionaire’s Mistress
Chapter One
Allie
Arrested.
Jal was being arrested.
The words repeated in my head, but my brain refused to accept them.
This whole thing felt like a set-up for some awful reality TV show, and some hot celebrity was going to come rushing out from around the corner any moment to tell us that we’d just been punked.
But the officers were slowly and politely walking Jal toward the front door. Soon, they'd be outside, down the steps to the police car that was surely waiting.
I couldn't let that happen.
“Jal, what do you want me to do?” My voice sounded louder than I thought it should, but it had the desired effect of stopping everyone.
Jal jerked his chin toward the kitchen. “Get my phone. It’s on the counter. Call my lawyer, Adam Abbott. Tell him what happened.”
“Where…where will you be?”
I looked at the detective behind Jal. He scowled but answered, “The thirty-ninth.”
Then they were all gone, leaving me staring at the closed door.
Gone.
He was gone.
He’d been arrested.
Hell, it wasn’t like I’d never known anybody who’d been arrested. But Jal Lindstrom? He came from the kind of family who could pay to make arrest warrants go away. Not that I thought Jal would ever do that, but I was shocked this had gone through without him even getting a head's up. I'd spent enough time in the Hedges' house to know how things like this usually worked.
They didn't get arrested for things like this without a hell of a fight from some high-priced lawyer.
Lawyer. Right. Jal wanted me to call his lawyer.
I moved into the kitchen, my limbs feeling stiff and abnormal. Jal's phone was lying on the counter, and I picked it up, sliding my thumb across the screen until it came to life, and I was able to get into the contacts. Fortunately, he didn't use a passcode, or I would've been in trouble. It dimly occurred to me that I should tell him to add one since this wasn't exactly safe, but that was neither here nor there. I scrolled through the contacts twice before remembering that the man's name would be at the top.
I was in shock, I was sure, but a part of me thought it was more than that. Something just didn’t feel right inside me. All sorts of things felt wrong outside me too.
Two rings buzzed in my ear and then a man’s voice boomed out. “Jal, son…where you been, you lousy fuck?”
I blinked. “Ah. Um…”
“Oh…” There was a soft chuckle. “I’m sorry. I expected…well, Jal.”
“The lousy fuck.”
The man laughed again. He was loud, but something about him eased the knot in my chest.
“Yes. Exactly. How can I help you, and why are you calling from Jal’s phone?”
“Because he told me to. He’s been arrested.”
For a second, there was absolutely no response. Then, the man on the other end of the line said quietly, “Would you please repeat that?”
I did, then told him every single thing that happened from the moment the cops knocked on the door. I even told him why I hadn't been in the room when Jal had let them in. Adam Abbott seemed like the sort of man who wouldn’t get distracted by details but would rather
know them so he wasn't caught off guard.
When I finished, he was quiet for a few seconds, then spoke, “Thank you, Miss…I don’t believe I caught your name.”
“Allie,” I said. “Allie Dodds.”
“Thank you, Miss Dodds. Will you be meeting me at the police station?”
I hadn’t thought of that. I hadn’t thought of anything beyond getting a hold of the lawyer. Now that I'd done that, I had to figure out what to do next.
Not that it was really even a difficult decision to make. “Yes. I’ll meet you there. I need to get a cab–”
“That won’t be necessary. In Jal's contact list, you'll find the name Eli. He's one of Jal's normal drivers, and he'll take care of you. I expect Jal will want to see you once I get him out of this mess.”
I would have argued.
But I wanted to see Jal too.
I’d never been in a police station, and it wasn't something I would look forward to repeating any time soon. The lights were too bright, the floor too white, the noises too harsh and voices too strident.
One girl came through the doors crying, begging the officer who was holding her by the arm to call her mother. In the next breath, she pled with him to please just let her go, she’d only had the one beer.
Of course, if she’d only had that one beer, she wouldn’t have been in this position to begin with. I could tell by the way she was half falling against him that she’d passed only one beer about ten beers ago.
One woman came in, demanding to know where her son was. She was dressed in clothes almost fine enough to rival Diamond’s. When she tried to slap an officer who told her she'd have to wait her turn, I watched as she was restrained.
