AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You made this happen,” I whisper. “If it weren’t for you, we would never have done more than glance at each other.”
“You made it happen. The both of you,” he corrected. “The two of you fought to be together and that’s what it means to truly love each other.”
Adrian is back by the time our words are exchanged and he tucks me in against his side. “Ah Russell, I need to treat you to a drink!”
“Sir, the bar is open, I don’t think that counts,” Russell responds, his stiff, professional attitude back.
“You can stop calling me sir now, you don’t work for me anymore,” Adrian grins.
“You’ll always be my employer, sir,” Russell says, but there is a soft affection in his tone.
The night quickly descends into chaos after that, with lots of dancing and drinks freely flowing, but everyone other than Johnathan seems to be having a great time.
* * *
A few weeks after the wedding, the inheritance is quickly promised to Adrian. He demands it in writing, of course, being the businessman that he is. Despite my husband’s objections, I still became his assistant. I mean, the pay is excellent, after all. He says I no longer need to work since he has the money to take care of me. But I refuse the handout.
“Didn’t you once say you like a woman with work ethic?” I say, sitting in front of my latest painting.
“Well, you could finally open a gallery that displays your art among others. Or you could do as many shows as you want,” he motions at all my work.
“If I do all that, I will do it on my own,” I tell him, standing up from my position and wiping my hands free of paint with a wet towel. “Without funding from my billionaire husband.”
I walk over to him and look at his face curiously.
“I just want to make sure you are happy,” he says.
“I would be the first to tell you if I was unhappy, trust me,” I laugh.
I look at our new puppy chewing at Charity’s ear while Jewel huffs on her bed.
“Maybe you should take the dogs for a walk,” I suggest, turning back to my work. “It sounds like you have some excess energy to burn. And Noble always has extra energy.”
“I can think of another way to burn that energy,” he growls, and his hand snaps out to drag me back to him and kiss me deeply.
“I have paint all over me!” I object sharply, pushing back from him in hopes of not ruining his suit.
“I have clean suits and two hours until my next meeting,” he says, pulling me back again.
I laugh as his kisses cover my body, and he scoops me up before heading to the bedroom. He drops me to the bed with a grin, and I can’t help but admire how Adrian’s expressions have become brighter lately. He is so much more likely to laugh and smile rather than his former defaulted scowl.
Slowly, he strips me of my clothes, and though I’m certain I smell of oil paints and a hint of turpentine, he still brushes almost every inch of my skin with lazy kisses. I squirm beneath him, pulling at his tie to loosen it even though my skin is flushing dark and my breath is coming out in harsh pants.
“I can’t be the only one naked,” I complain.
His lips curve into a smirk against the inside of my thigh and his teeth scrape across my flesh, each touch is languid and sloppy. It marks me in possessive love bruises as much as saliva. I warm under his fingers and lips and slowly his hands leave me as he drops his jacket to the floor and works his tie and shirt off.
Nothing is rushed. There was a point in our relationship where Adrian would already be fucking his fingers into me so he could ready me. But lately he’s been taking his time, watching as I gasp beneath him, and my pupils widen just because of his ministrations.
I shiver in his grasp, and everything starts to grow from indulgent and lazy, to aggressive and eager. His hands grip just hard enough to hurt so good, and my ribs ache from the way my chest heaves with painfully shallow breaths. I want more, I need more. I drag him to me, pulling him from worshipping my chest and I kiss him, all teeth and tongue and greed. It’s sloppy, it’s frustrated, and he laughs because he knows what I want without words.
“Adrian,” I whine in frustration.
“What?” he asks even as his fingers dance down my sternum, down my stomach, and paint a path over my pussy. “Is this what you need?”
He spreads me just to penetrate me, immediately pressing two thick fingers into my heat. It’s a gorgeous, eye roll inducing stretch. My breath catches and my spine arcs as he works me over, his fingers spreading me wide open until I’m clutching at his forearms and grinding my teeth.
“Wait,” I whisper.
