Legally Wed: A Lawyers in Love Novella (14 page)

“And you, Lily, are going to see the Chippendale’s revue at Rio,” Beth said wiggling her eyebrows. Bruce whooped. Jason had put himself through college as a Chippendale’s dancer.

“Oh my. Well, I guess if Adam can watch sexy women strut around half-naked …”

“That’s the spirit, honey,” Jess said with a smile.

“And then we’ll send you back to your room with Adam and
you
can strut around half-naked for him,” Gabrielle said.

“We’ll make sure nobody disturbs you two tomorrow morning,” Beth added.

“I may be asleep by the time he gets back.”

“Nope, we’ve got everything time coordinated with the boys,” Jess said.

“Yeah, we’ll be checking in with them periodically,” Gab put in. “We’ll make sure that you and Adam wind up together and awake at the end of the night.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you laid, sweetie,” Bruce said, sipping his daiquiri.

“Thanks, Pimp Daddy,” I said with a smile.

We joined the guys for a swim and then went back to our rooms to change for dinner and our respective nights out. Adam looked yummy in a royal blue button down shirt, black jacket and pants. I wore my red dress – the one that he had liked so much last summer. He still liked it.

“You’re wearing that dress.” He walked over and pulled me into his arms, squeezing my bottom and leaning down to kiss my neck.

“This time you’ll get to take it off,” I whispered in his ear. He breathed in deeply and I felt him start to get hard against my belly.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” he said in a thick voice, pulling me against him more tightly.

“Spend time with your friends and whet your appetite. As long as only I get the benefit.”

“Only you, Lily.” He was trailing kisses along my jaw and I could sense he was getting very excited. His muscles were tensing and his breathing was getting faster and heavier. Time for a break if we were going to get out of the room.

“They’re expecting us now, but later we’ll have all night.” I gave him one last tender kiss on the lips and pulled away.

Dinner was fantastic. We sat on banquettes around low tables and shared food that we ate with our hands. Adam stared into my eyes as he sucked some hummus off my fingers and I felt my tummy fill with butterflies. I knew that by the time he got back to me, he would more than ready to play. A week apart, the exotic room, the anticipation … this was going to be one hot night in Marrakesh.

Later that evening I found myself at Rio. I had to admit it was fun. We drank fruity drinks and Jason told us raunchy stories from his days as a dancer. Although I laughed, and yes, ogled a little, I behaved myself. I can’t say the same for all of my friends. The ladies and Jason were fine, but Bruce … oy vey. The show was wild, but he was wilder. I thought we might have to hose him down. I had a feeling Jason would be putting on a private show for him when we got back to the hotel. I had a few fruity cocktails, and I’ll be honest, I was feeling no pain. We had fun, dancing, laughing, joking and teasing each other. Finally, Gabrielle’s phone buzzed and she talked for a minute or two and then hung up and leaned over to whisper to me, sounding a little tipsy herself.

“Adam and Braden want us to come back.” She laughed. “They miss us.”

“So, you’re saying they’re horny and they want to get laid.” I joked.

“Exactly, but that’s okay with me, because so am I. I keep picturing Braden peeling off his clothes and strutting his stuff like that for me.”

“I know what you mean. Adam has the cockiness for it too.”

“They both have the body,” Gab said with a tipsy giggle.

“We’ve got some hot men waiting for us back at the hotel. What are we doing here?”

The others were still having fun, and wanted to stay a while longer, so Gab and I grabbed a cab back to the hotel together. When we walked in the lobby, I immediately saw Adam and Braden standing near the fountain, waiting for us. They would have been hard to miss even in this lobby full of other beautiful sights. They were laughing together and they really did look so incredibly good, my tall dark and handsome fiancé, and Gabrielle’s Norse god husband.

They looked up at the same time and both of them smiled. We walked up to them and I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around Adam and pulling him against me tightly. I just wanted to be touching him. In all kinds of places. The feeling seemed to be mutual and he was running his hands all over me.

“So, how was your naughty show?” I asked, smiling up at my naughty guy.

“Tame compared to you,” he answered, staring at my lips like maybe he was remembering that day in his office.

“How was
your
naughty show?” Braden asked, giving Gabrielle a hungry look.

“I was thinking that I would have you do those moves for me later.” She laughed.

“No time like the present,” he said smiling suggestively.

“Time for bed!” she replied. I had a feeling she knew that look he was giving her.

“Bed sounds good,” Adam said, stroking my back in the way that drove me wild.

“Let’s go now,” I said, swallowing.

We listened to a MUZAC version of Rhinestone Cowboy as we ascended to the twenty-third floor. Braden drummed his fingers on the wall. Adam tapped his foot. Gabrielle shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other and I bit my lip and fidgeted. We were two very amorous couples dying to get to our private places. In more ways than one. There was a lot of tension in that elevator. It wasn’t helped along by the six other people, from six different floors, sharing it with us. When one drunken looking guy accidentally pushed the wrong button, Adam looked at him like he was planning to throw him down the stairs.

Finally, the bell dinged for twenty-three and we practically sprinted out to our rooms, which were next to each other. There were hurried goodnights and Adam quickly put out the “Do Not Disturb” sign and flipped the latch. Then, he slowly turned, and gave me one of the hottest looks I’ve ever seen. I started breathing faster and getting all tingly.

He took off his jacket and tossed it aside. Then he untucked and unbuttoned his shirt and took off his belt, shoes and socks. He dimmed the lights, found
Skin
by Rhianna on my iPod and plugged it in to the speakers. Finally, he turned the chair from the desk around to face the middle of the room and sat down to wait.

I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, feeling my heart pounding in my chest and a tingling ache between my legs. He was beautiful, his dark eyes flashing, that sinful mouth curved up with just the hint of a sexy smile. Moments like this, I could hardly believe he was mine. The guy everyone had always wanted, that every girl had fantasized about. Now he was a man, a man sexy enough to have any woman he wanted, and he wanted me. And God knows, I wanted him!

I kept looking deeply into his eyes as I reached behind myself and eased down the zipper of my dress. I let the straps fall from my shoulders, and then let my dress fall to the floor. I stood there in a black lacy bra and panties, black thigh high stockings and high heels. I saw him swallow and run his tongue over his lips as his eyes slowly traveled up and down my body appreciatively.

“Come and sit on my lap,” he said thickly.

I walked up to him slowly and swung a leg over his lap, straddling him and bracing my hands on his shoulders. That cocky smirk that used to annoy the hell out me now set my body on fire. Now I knew first-hand that Adam had something to be cocky about.

“What do you want me to do now?”

“You know what I want you to do.”

With my feet planted on the floor, I began slowly circling my hips to the beat of the music, rubbing up against his cock. He held my waist and his breathing grew heavy.

“You like that?” I asked seductively.

“Oh, yeah.” He groaned. I started mixing in hard little thrusts with my movements, and his eyes got hazy, as he started moving into a state of intense arousal.

“Did watching those dancers turn you on?”

“Made me want you. Made me want this. Oh yeah, like that.” I was moving faster now, circling and thrusting against him, massaging him with my pussy.

“You want it harder, baby?”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse.

I paused and unzipped his pants, reaching into his briefs and freeing him. I felt so powerful knowing that this sexy, strong, confident, man was helpless with desire beneath me. That I could bring him to orgasm just by rubbing my body against him. I started riding him harder and faster, rubbing against his bare cock. His breathing was ragged and his face was flushed. I liked the way it made me feel too and I was so wet I was soaking through my panties. The beat of the music urged me on and he started praising me, pleading and swearing.

“You want me to make you come like this?”

“Yes!” His grip became like a vice around my waist as he tensed up. Pushing his hips up against me, he threw his head back and groaned loudly.

“Do you feel it, baby? Are you going to come?” I kept it up relentlessly, rubbing and circling and thrusting my wet pussy against his dick to the rhythm of the music.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes! Please! Oh my God!”

“Come on, baby,” I coaxed. “Give it to me.” Clearly, I was channeling my inner porn star and he was loving it.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming! Yes!” he yelled out and then froze, moaned and exploded all over my tummy in pulsing hot waves. Then I felt his muscles relax beneath me as he blew out a deep breath. He looked stunned and disoriented but he pulled me in for a passionate kiss and stroked my back.

“Why don’t we take a shower?” I asked when he pulled away from my mouth and started kissing my neck. He mumbled something incoherent in reply and I got up and took him by the hand to lead him to the bathroom.

While he undressed completely I turned on the faucet, let the water get nice and warm. I stripped down and stepped under the delicious spray. We washed each other off lovingly in between deep, sweeping kisses.

“Let me make you feel good now,” he said and then he sank to knees and braced one of my feet on the edge of the tub while I held onto his head and shoulders for support. As the warm water flowed over my back and shoulders he went down on me expertly, licking and lapping at my entrance and sucking on my clit.

“Oh yes.” I gasped. “Oh God. Like that.” I pushed my hips against his mouth while a thrill traveled through me from head to toe. The steam and the heat and the wetness made it seem positively erotic, like sweaty bodies sliding together on a hot summer night.

“Mmm.” He groaned, driving me out of my mind. We usually didn’t finish this way, since I usually begged to have him inside me, but that night, I wanted to come against that tantalizing tongue. I let him keep working me until I felt my orgasm starting to build.

“Adam. Oh Adam, baby. Oh God.” I panted.

He slipped two fingers up inside me, and began stroking my G Spot while he sucked on my clit. Then another entered me from behind and it was more sensation than I could handle. My muscles became rigid and my belly dropped like I was falling from a ten story building. I became lightheaded, and almost swooned, when I felt myself go over the edge and my inner muscles began contracting. I screamed his name and it echoed off the bathroom tiles while I shook harder than Sparky ever had. My legs gave out and I would have fallen if he hadn’t held me up. He rose and pulled me close. We stood there holding each other under the warm water for a while, and he helped me out. We dried each other off tenderly with big fluffy towels.

We climbed into bed together and laid kissing for a long time, gently letting our hands explore. He stroked and rubbed my back, knowing how much I loved that and I touched him in all the places I knew he loved best.

“You’re not worried anymore are you?” he whispered to me after we had made love.

“No. I’m not worried. I’m just happy.”

“Me too.”

We made love again, slowly with him on top of me, rolling his hips and looking into my eyes and saying wonderful things. And after that, I was never afraid that he would ever leave me. I knew that I wouldn’t be alone anymore.

We slept late, but we did, eventually, have to get up and greet our guests who were arriving in waves. Family got there first, and maybe for the first time ever, my mother didn’t stress me out. My father arrived at about eleven, without the younger woman he had threatened to bring. It turned out that she had bored him. Go figure. He and my mom seemed to be having some kind of serious conversation, which kept them occupied. I had a gut feeling that they would be returning to Florida together.