An Unintentional Affair (The Affair Series Book 1) (5 page)

With one graceful move,
he maneuvered me onto my back on the bed, and he was on top of me. His hardness
was impressive as he parted my legs and pushed his hips into mine. He kissed me
gently at first, then harder, his tongue dancing with mine. I ran my hands through
his thick hair as his kisses seduced me. Sliding down next to me, he put a hand
on my belly and glided his fingers down to the sweet spot under my last stitch
of clothing. He grazed my throbbing clit, bringing me almost to the point of
orgasm.

“Ahhh!” I cried out
loud. I had never been this aroused by a man’s touch. It astounded me. He
languished in my wetness as his fingers delved deep inside me. He slid his other
hand behind me and squeezed my ass. The sensations shuddered through my body
like an earthquake.

His erection was aching
to be freed. Another low sensual moan escaped his lips as I unbuttoned his jeans
and unzipped his fly. His eyes lit up with desire. He urgently discharged his
jeans and had managed to jettison the small swath of lace that stood between us.
His powerful sculpted body moved gracefully on top of me.

He clutched my sides
with his strong hands and slid me toward the pillows as he slipped down between
my legs, parting them as wide as they would go. Holding me open, his tongue parted
the satiny-soft folds, and licked and sucked gently and rhythmically until I
exploded in orgasm. I pushed my head back into the pillows to absorb the shocks
as my whole body writhed from the waves of pleasure ripping through me. He
thrust his fingers inside me, slightly curling and swirling, reaching my innermost
erogenous zone like I had never felt before. His tongue was still circling and
licking while his fingers continued the dance inside me. I grabbed a pillow to
deafen my scream as the second orgasm pulsed through me hard and fast.

As he pulled himself on
top of me, I could feel his wetness escaping against my thigh. He reached under
another pillow and pulled out an unmistakable foil packet. He was in complete
control. I watched him intently as I tried to catch my breath. He sheathed himself
slowly, and rolled back on top of me. Easing into me slowly, his back arched,
his head fell backward, and his expression twisted. As he pushed deeper inside
me, he cried out. “Oh, my God, you’re so tight!” His face was flushed, and eyes
widened with astonishment.

I wrapped my legs
around his waist and pulled him into me. “Oh, Adam, what you do to me!”

Each time he pushed
into me, he reached a little deeper, and connected with the most tender
sensitive spot inside me. We moved rhythmically, in sync with each other. I
unconsciously shifted into a position that drew him even deeper. The heat building
between us intensified the fragrance of desire. It smelled so sweet.

His enormous hands slid
beneath me, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him in sync with his motions as
he pushed inside me. He nestled his head in my neck, kissing me and breathing
hard. The sensations rippling through me were like nothing I’d ever felt
before. The orgasms were explosive. The moment of simultaneous ecstasy was a
fantasy I had only seen in the movies. I never imagined it happened in real
life.

We held each other for
a long moment, breathing hard. I lifted his head and stared into the ocean of
his blue eyes. “Where did you come from, Adam Comstock?” He smiled and reached
up puckering my lips for another tender kiss. He kissed me over and over, a
little more passionate, a little wetter each time. Engulfing me with his strong
arms, he pulled me close and rolled us onto our sides facing each other, our
legs entwined, and torsos pressed together skin to skin.

“You’re very beautiful,”
he whispered, “and I love exciting you.” He perched on his elbow and put his
finger under my chin, tilting my face to him. “Thank you for giving me a
chance,” he said, kissing me tenderly. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

**

After some time
relishing the afterglow, Adam got up and retrieved the fluffy hotel robes from
the closet.

“Don’t know about you,
but now I’m
really
starving! You’re delicious but….” Adam said, handing
me a robe and giving me a peck on the cheek.

“What, I didn’t satisfy
your hunger?” I joked with him.

“As much as I’d like to
try, man cannot live on sex alone,” he replied with a sly smile.

We perused the room
service menu. It was almost midnight. The burger and fries were calling to me,
but I knew that would keep my stomach churning all night. The steamed shrimp
salad with avocado would satisfy my hunger through the night. Adam went for the
diver scallops and sautéed spinach.

He placed the order
with room service, and when he was wrapping up the conversation, I heard him
ask, “Oh, and could I get a side of honey?” He glanced at me with a devious
smile.

Adam headed for a small
stash of wine he kept in the kitchenette of his suite. A pinot noir would go
perfectly with the food. He poured the wine, and we sat nested on the couch,
his legs on either side of me while we waited for the food. I couldn’t remember
when I had felt so sated and renewed. “You are all woman, Emily Ryan,” he said,
and gently kissed the top of my head. I was sure I blushed, but thankfully the
light in the room was dim enough that he couldn’t see. I didn’t want him to
know how inexperienced I felt.

“I can’t believe the
way you make me feel.” I had only been with three men in my entire life, and
the sex was never like this. “How did you know that I would change my mind
after I ran out on you tonight?”

“I didn’t, but I had to
try. I couldn’t imagine what had you so upset, and I thought maybe once I knew
what was wrong, I could fix it. I hated seeing you so unhappy.”

It suddenly occurred to
me that he couldn’t possibly have known where I was going. “By the way, how did
you know where to find me?” He paused for a moment, as if looking for the best
way to explain. Just as he was about to answer, there was a soft knock on the
door.

“Room service.”

I ducked into the
bedroom while Adam let the waiter in. He quickly folded out the flaps of the
cart to create a small dining table, and providing the private dining
experience Adam had promised, candle and all. Adam signed the check, tipped the
waiter, and then we were alone again.

As I came out from the
bedroom, he was pulling chairs up to the table. “Madam?” he said, holding out a
chair for me.

“Why, thank you, sir,”
I said, feigning a bit of shyness. Our hunger for food over conversation prevailed,
and we ate in silence for a few moments with only the music floating through
the air in the background.

“Thank you for dinner.”

“My pleasure. It wasn’t
exactly how I planned it, but I prefer this restaurant anyway.” He smiled at me
and held up the wine glass to toast.

We clinked glasses and
sipped the tasty pinot noir. The small pitcher of honey caught his eye, and he picked
it up the same way he had held up the wine to toast.

“Dessert?” he asked
with that devious smile returning.

Adam stood up and his
robe hung open, revealing that his hunger for passion had returned. Carrying the
honey, he led me into the bedroom. As he slipped out of his robe, the city
lights created soft shadows that accentuated every ripple of his toned body and
chiseled features. He was stunning. Untangling the tie on my robe, he slid his
arms inside and pulled me close, our lips connecting in an electrifying kiss.

He unthreaded the tie
from the loops on my robe and pushed the fluffy fabric off my shoulders, dropping
it to the floor. My nipples instantly tightened and I could feel my breasts
beginning to swell anticipating his touch. He placed a pillow in the middle of
the bed, lifted me up and arranged me on top of it so it filled the small of my
back. Climbing on top of me, he grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms over my head
and pinning me to the bed. I pang of uncertainty tightened in my belly. I was nervous
my inexperience might become obvious and disappoint him. I tried to relax and relish
the ride. He wrapped my wrists with the tie from my robe. He was being playful rather
than actually shackling me, since I could raise my arms and slip out of the soft
fabric handcuff at any time, but I accepted the inference that I was not to
move.

He knelt between my
legs and drizzled the honey slowly in circles around each nipple. They were tight
and had been standing at attention from the moment he’d suggested dessert. The
honey was cool as it melted over my warm skin. He caressed my nipples,
slathering them with the sticky goo. He licked the honey off his fingers seductively,
then leaned down so the tip of his tongue could go to work licking it from my
taut nipples, one at a time, tickling me mercilessly. I clenched my hands
together still bound by the fabric handcuff, bracing from the sensations writhing
through me. He poured a little more on my belly this time. The pillow under my
back leveled out my torso, allowing the honey to form a small pool. He held
down my hands that were still stretched over my head as he moved alongside me
and began swirling the honey over my belly, lapping at it in short, stiff
strokes with his tongue.

“Oh, Adam!” My stomach
muscles tightened as he tickled me with each motion.

He licked his fingers
and parted the silky folds between my legs, thrusting his finger inside me. “I
love that you are so aroused, so wet for me.” He smiled and licked the finger
he had pushed inside me. “You taste so much sweeter than the honey.”

My whole body trembled.
He let go of my arms and slid down between my legs, his tongue dancing through
the wetness, taunting and teasing me, and sending waves of pleasure through me
again and again. He licked in gentle circles, and rubbed up and down and in and
out. My heart pounded. I was on the verge of coming, and he abruptly stopped,
whispering, “Oh, no, not yet….”

The next hour was magical.
His instincts allowed him to tap every one of my erogenous zones as if he knew
the road map intimately. I was breathless; my arms were limp over my head,
still bound with the soft tie. The blood was racing through my body like a runaway
train. He slowly pulled me toward the edge of the bed, keeping the pillow under
the small of my back. As he stood at the edge of the bed, backlit by the city
lights, every curve of his body glistened with sweat. He once again sheathed
his impressive hardness and, bracing himself with one arm next to me, he guided
himself into the warm and wet gateway to my soul. He slid inside me slowly. His
free hand cupped my ass and pulled me close as he pushed deep inside me. Each
thrust connected with my G-spot. The rhythmic movements felt like a well-choreographed
dance between us. I came hard, and he followed seconds later. We fell into a
tight embrace, allowing the shock waves from the orgasms to reverberate through
us as we reveled in the ecstasy.

“Oh, my God, Adam!”

He supported himself on
one arm, poised over me with a coy smile on his face. “I love making you come,”
he said with delight. He untied my wrists, pulled me back up on the bed, and
lay down next to me so my head rested on his shoulder. “It totally turns me on
that you get so aroused.”

“That’s all your doing.
I didn’t have control over that for a second!”

He beamed at me with a
sense of satisfaction. “That’s the way it’s supposed to be,” he said, genuinely
pleased.

I could feel sleep
creeping up on me. It was now a little after 2 a.m., and the exhaustion from
our lovemaking was setting in fast. My torso was still a little sticky from the
honey, and even as tired as I was, I knew I had to shower before crawling into
bed. Adam slipped into the bathroom and ran the water to make sure it was hot
before I got there. As I entered the bathroom, the abundant candlelight was an
unexpected surprise; its flicker enhanced by all the reflective surfaces in the
room. The shower was glass, and the candlelight illuminated Adam’s sculpted
body, granting me the status of a voyeur. I was enthralled with his beauty,
falling into a trance as I gazed at him.

“Are you going to join
me, or are you already asleep on your feet?” he teased.

His words brought me
back to the moment. “Very funny,” I said. “Be there in a sec.” I tied my hair
in a knot and slipped into the shower. His velvety hands were covered in soap and
gently caressed my body, rinsing away the last of the stickiness. He slipped
around behind me, leaning down to kiss my neck as he fondled a nipple and
continued to wash the honey away from my belly. I could feel his hardness
growing against my back.

“Oh, Emily,” he purred.

I turned to face him,
scooping up some of the lather, and began stroking his length. He braced
himself against the shower wall with both arms stretched out over me. He
watched me intently as I caressed his crown and massaged his balls until he
couldn’t control himself. His eyes closed and his head fell back as the warm
fluid escaped, his orgasm co-mingling with the warm water and lather. He put
his arms around me and held me tight for a long moment. We kissed tenderly as
the last of the foam rinsed away.

When we finally slid in
between the sheets, sleep came quickly.

**

I awoke as the early
morning sun filtered into the room. We hadn’t closed the heavy drapes the night
before, just the sheers to filter out the rest of the world while letting in the
city glow. Adam was sleeping soundly. Warmth filled my body just thinking about
our lovemaking. I slipped out of bed to head for the bathroom. My muscles ached.
It was the kind of ache you feel when you begin a new workout routine that
stretches your muscles in a way they’re not normally stretched. A good kind of
ache. What an amazing workout it was.

I made my way back to
bed and tried to slide in without disturbing Adam. He stirred a little and took
a couple of deep breaths, coming to life from a deep sleep. “Good morning,” I muttered
softly as he tried to break through the cobwebs of sleep.

“Good morning,” he responded
with a big smile. He reached for me, and as I adjusted the covers to get closer
to him, I could see he was already aroused. He pulled me close and gave me a
hard kiss.

“My, you are certainly
wide awake in a hurry,” I commented, somewhat jokingly referring to his erection
as much as the kiss.

“Yes, I am. And I’m
also very hungry,” he said, raising an eyebrow with a sly smile. He rolled over
partially on top of me and began fondling my breast. His hand danced over my
belly, and his fingers were inside me in a blink. The flutter in my stomach
switched on like a light bulb, and I could feel my pudendum instantly responding
to the graze of his fingers.

Barely a moment passed,
and he was completely on top of me, spreading my legs with his. He was sheathed
and pushing inside me. This time he was fucking me. There was no lovemaking in
this dance. I was stunned and a little confused, and my brain was racing. He
had taken control of my mouth with his tongue, and was pumping hard and fast.
He came quickly, letting out a very deep moan and calling my name as he came “Oh,
Emily, oh, baby…
oh!
” Somehow, the fact that he called my name at that
peak moment of pleasure made me take a little ownership for what had just
happened. I suddenly liked that he desired me so much that he just couldn’t
control himself. He wanted to fuck me. No foreplay, no waiting. He wanted me.

He rolled over on his
back, completely spent, breathing hard and looking at me with his piercing blue
eyes. He grinned and said, “Ms. Ryan, you take my breath away.”

I felt my whole body
blush. “What kind of dreams did you have last night that prompted all that?” I goaded,
needing and explanation of what just happened.

He rolled up on his
side and ran his fingers through my hair. “You were everywhere in my dreams, on
top of me, underneath me, sucking me…our lovemaking never stopped. I just had
to have you for real. I’m sorry - I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.” He kissed
my hand and seemed genuinely concerned.

“Well, it did surprise
me a little. You were just so…so different from last night.”

“You totally turn me on,
Emily. I woke up so hard. I just had to have you.”

“I see,” I said, trying
to hold back a smile. “Okay, now it’s my turn to be hungry, for real. I’m
famished!”

Adam got up, went to
the bathroom, and returned wearing a pair of running shorts and carrying one of
the fluffy robes. I crawled into it while he went to get the room service menu.
I heard the music lightly fill the air again. He came back and propped himself
up with some pillows and pulled me close, putting his arm around me, cupping my
breast through the fluffy fabric. He held my chin and gave me a luscious kiss
and said, “Let’s get you some food.” He opened to the breakfast page of the
room service menu and asked, “What’s your pleasure?” I chuckled a little. “…for
food
!” he said. “Food is what I meant! I
know
other things that
please you.” He kissed the top of my head. “You have a slutty little mind, don’t
you? I love that in a woman,” he purred. “So what’ll it be?”

“Bacon,” I said
authoritatively.

“Bacon?”

“Yes, bacon. You do
know that bacon is its own food group, don’t you?” I said, laughing a little. “And
a banana and coffee.”

“I hadn’t heard that
about bacon, but good to know.” He laughed, then picked up the phone and placed
an order, adding a couple other food groups to balance out the meal. I popped
into a hot shower to loosen those sore muscles and refresh a bit. He came into
the bathroom and watched me as I bathed. The glass stall perfectly framed his
view as it had mine just hours before. I could feel his eyes drinking in every
curve. He dropped his running shorts and was about to join me when there was a
knock on the door.

“Room service.”

He rolled his eyes, then
pulled on his shorts and said, “Damn.” Before he walked out, he reached into
the shower and ran his fingertip around my nipples in a teasing fashion. They
instantly tightened, my stomach twisted, and I felt weak in the knees. Lord,
this man had a spell on me! I finished up the shower, and since the only
clothes I had were the little black dress and silk stockings, I opted for the
robe at least to get through breakfast. We sat on the couch and ate bacon and
sipped coffee.

“Do you have any plans
for the day?” he asked.

“I sort of had loose
plans to have lunch with Bec, but I could rearrange that. What did you have in
mind?” I said suggestively, but he was all business.

“Well, I’m looking for
some art for a client, and there’s a new exhibit at the Jackson Gallery. I was
going to see if there was anything in that collection that might suit him. Are
you interested in joining me?”

“Sure. That’s where we’re
shooting the watercolors next week. It’s a beautiful space. What kind of art is
he looking for?”

His mind wandered
trying to find the words to describe it. “He has very specific taste. He asked me
to find something like Degas’ ‘Blue Dancers.’ I have yet to pinpoint right
piece.”

“It’s funny that you mentioned
that particular piece. We photographed it a few weeks ago at the Anderson
Gallery. I remember it was very beautiful, very intricate brush technique. It’s
such a treat to be able to study these pieces up close without having to deal
with the crowds at the galleries. That’s the part of my job I love the most. What
kind of art do you like?”

He was thinking again, then
turned to me and smiled, sliding a hand into my robe. “The kind I can touch. I
like to feel all of the silky textures and artful curves.” He cupped my breast
and gave me a wet kiss. His hand slipped around to the small of my back and
pulled me toward him. My breasts grazed his bare chest. I could feel the
arousal returning in both of us, but Adam took a deep breath and broke away.
His demeanor had changed ever so slightly. I felt a little distance building in
him. I tried not to read too much into it. We hadn’t slept much; sleep
deprivation can make you crazy.

“I have a bit of
business to attend to before I can enjoy the day with you. Why don’t you have
lunch with Bec, and we can catch up later?”

“She has to be at work
by four, so I’m sure we’ll wrap up lunch by three.”

“That sounds good.
That’ll give me plenty of time to catch up on some things on my end, and I’m
sure you girls probably have a lot to catch up on, too,” he said, knowing full
well I would spill my guts to Bec about the unbelievable night we spent
together. I was disappointed that he wasn’t coming with me, but it was only our
first day together. There would be time. Besides, Bec and I were overdue for
some girl talk, and she had totally saved my life at the bar by talking me into
giving Adam a chance. I owed her one, big-time.

I got back into my
little black dress and headed home. It was still a little early to call Bec,
since she normally got home around 3:00 a.m. I tapped out a quick text:
still
gd for lunch? so much to tell u! call me.

As soon as I was inside
the street-level door of my apartment, I took off the four-inch Blahniks so I
could climb the three flights of stairs without the heels. They sure looked
sexy, but I was glad to be in stocking feet for the trek. Just as I got to my apartment,
my phone rang. It was Bec.

“You’re up early,” I greeted
her.

“Yeah, things got quiet
pretty early last night, so the manager sent me home. I wasn’t going to
complain. I hate standing around with nothing to do and no tips coming my way.
How was
your
night?” she asked enthusiastically.

“Oh, my God, Bec. It
was incredible!” I fell on the couch and closed my eyes, imaging Adam’s
hypnotic blue eyes and magical hands. “I hope you’re still good for lunch,
because we have
so
much to talk about.”

“You’re on, girl. Where
to?”

“You pick, since you
have to go to work afterward. Might as well be convenient for you.”

“Aren’t you going to
see Adam later?” she asked.

“Yes, but I told him I
was having lunch with you. He had some business he had to take care of, so it
really worked out perfectly. I told him I’d text him when I was back at my
apartment. He’ll come over then.”

“Okay, how about Paul’s
Café? It’s about halfway between your place and the bar. That’ll make it a
quick trip to work for me and a short hop home for you.”

“Sounds like a plan. Twelve-thirty?”

“Twelve-thirty it is.
Can’t wait.”

“Me, too. See ya.”

Standing in front of my
pathetic closet, I contemplated what would be an appropriate ensemble for the evening
with Adam. The afternoon with Bec was easy. It would be warm enough to sit
outside, so skinny jeans and a cotton sweater would be comfortable for our
patio lunch, but I wanted another “
wow
” moment with Adam. I hoped our
time together would continue on well into the evening, and if all went well, maybe
we’d have another glorious night of lovemaking. I had a black denim skirt and a
teal cardigan that worked well together. A pair of thigh high black boots could
carry this outfit from the afternoon into the evening, with the addition of an
Hérmes scarf and a black leather jacket. I set out the late afternoon/evening
ensemble so I could quickly make the changeover when I got home, then prepped
for lunch with Bec.