Chapter 93

Mia

“Was it really?” he asked, looking doubtful as he rolled onto his back. Then he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight.

Not surprisingly, I loved being in his arms in this position, squished against him. I felt comforted and safe. It was as if I didn’t have to worry about a thing in the world, and if there were anything horrible that should affect me, I felt in my gut James would be there for me. An odd instinct to have for sure for a young woman in my unconventional situation. After all, I was merely his mistress, tied to him via a two-million-dollar debt.

I sighed and frowned darkly.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

I licked my lips and blushed profusely. Then I shook my head to indicate there was nothing weird I was thinking about right now.

James wasn’t buying it. “You’re lying. I can tell when you’re lying.”

Huh? He could tell when I was lying? How in the world could he do that when we hadn’t even been together that long?

Of course, Andy, my brother, knew instantly when I was lying or hiding something from him. That was to be expected since we’d known each other our whole lives.

I narrowed my eyes and asked, “How do you know?”

He chuckled. “Ah, I’m right then?”

My cheeks felt hot instantly. Damn!

I licked my lips and said, “That’s not the point.”

James leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Fuck! It’s warm.”

I sighed in exasperation. Of course my cheeks were warm because I was blushing.

He kissed me on the other cheek this time.

“Hmm… I think this one is warmer.”

I placed my palm on his jawline and gently nudged his face away from me. In irritation, I asked sternly, “James, I’m asking you a question. How do you know when I’m lying or when I’m hiding something?”

He cocked his head to one side and smiled cheekily. “No idea. I can just tell. Gut instinct.”

I made a face of distaste, and he chuckled.

“You’re so fucking adorable,” he said. And to show just how much he found me adorable, he kissed me again, on the lips this time.

When he finally decided to terminate the all-too-sweet and wonderful kiss, I was more than a little dazed, and my body was already warming up for another round of adventure.

James must have known because he chuckled. I swore he must have done that on purpose, teasing me and warming me up.

“So that’s your plan?” I asked, gazing at him through my lashes.

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, woman.”

I chuckled, pleased all of a sudden that he was showing this side of himself. The side he didn’t show to anyone, the easygoing, teasing, and playful James Maxwell.

I raised myself a little and planted my lips against his, kissing him lightly and gently to show him how much I really appreciated him in my life even if it had come about in a most unconventional way.

Before long, our gentle kiss turned into an all-out, hard-core, seductive dance as our tongues stroked and caressed one another, teasing and sucking until my mind turned numb and I was completely breathless.

When I desperately needed a breath of air, I pulled back, and my head collapsed on the pillows. James took the opportunity to sweetly explore my body.

His hands were light and gentle as he caressed and stroked every inch of me while his lips kissed and his tongue licked as if I were something so wonderfully precious, something that had to be savored. All this time, I basked in the delight of him pleasuring me, allowing him to taste every inch of my body. The pleasure was wonderful, so sweet and intoxicating I couldn’t help but groan out my love for him, singing a song of wonder and beauty.

“James… Yes… Mmm…” I kept groaning and moaning, my body writhing seductively beneath James’ firm, gentle touch, sensual lips, and expert tongue.

I had no idea how long he went about making love to me, tasting every inch of me, because time itself had no meaning during this intimate session. When finally James turned his attention to my lips and kissed me, my whole being was utterly hot and weak. I was so ready for him to ruthlessly fuck me that I felt I’d surely die if he didn’t satisfy what my body deeply craved right now.

James did not disappoint and wholeheartedly satisfied my deep desire. The moment he slid inside me, my body involuntarily shuddered with a beautiful, gratifying sensation. For the first time since our unconventional courtship, since James started making love to me, I finally felt deeply connected to him. The familiarity of having him bond with me this way, with him bare and united with me—skin to skin deep inside—made me feel special and utterly happy.

When he started moving, rubbing himself inside me, I groaned and felt as though I were in heaven, feeling the sensational delight that couldn’t be described. Then he went faster, driving into me so deeply I felt lightheaded in ecstasy.

James continued to intensely make love to me three more times. It was as if he couldn’t get enough, kissing me, licking me, and devouring me as if I were precious to him. This, of course, pleased me to no end and made me so deliciously happy I couldn’t help but express to him in my own way how gratified I was.

I did this by kissing him, pouring out all my love for him through my moaning and groaning, whispering words of love for him, of how wonderful it was to have him with me, doing this to me.

It was only when I was completely exhausted, when I couldn’t move an inch, that James finally relented and ceased his lovemaking.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he said, gathering me into his arms, allowing me to drift off to sleep.

***

When I woke, it was to find myself still embraced tightly in James’ arms. I blinked twice, trying to remember what had happened earlier that evening. Suddenly everything came back to me in a flood of memories, and I found myself blushing profusely.

Gosh! What a day this had been. First I had enjoyed myself tremendously at Disneyland, not only with James but with Aria as well. Then after dinner, I had seduced James.

I sighed as I raised my eyes to look at the man sleeping beside me. To think he took me four times, thrusting into me so vigorously, making love to me so passionately, was beyond imaginable.

I rested my hand on his cheek and smiled, thinking how handsome he was. Wondering why on earth he was so attracted to me, the sister to a young man who owed him two million dollars.

I sighed and then snuggled my face against his chest, inhaling his scent I had come to love. Then slowly I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep once again, content.

When I next woke up, I realized it was nearly dawn and I really had to get back to my own room. After all, I didn’t want anyone to walk in and encounter me in James’ bedroom, in his arms and in this very intimate state. Not to mention I was butt naked. I’d surely be so embarrassed, and of course this would only confirm the staff’s suspicions of me that I was trading my body in order to get my hands on a luxurious lifestyle.

I wiggled myself gently so as to not wake James. Once I was out of his embrace, I wondered what I should do in order to get myself back to my own room unseen. Obviously, I couldn’t just walk out into the hallway and run to my room stark naked. And there was no way I could wear my dress or underwear now since James had already destroyed those during our intense lovemaking. Of course, wrapping a bedsheet around me was out of the question since, if anyone were to see me, it’d look even more suspicious.

I drifted my gaze to James’ wardrobe, and my mind clicked into gear. His work shirt would have to do for now. There was simply no other option.

My mind made up, I rushed over to his wardrobe and raided his closet for something to wear. I grabbed the first one that caught my attention, which was a blue button-down. I quickly put it on, and thinking it was best not to waste time, I headed back out of the walk-in wardrobe as I was buttoning up.

I was just halfway done when I felt as though someone was watching me.

Hesitantly I raised my head, and not surprisingly, my eyes met James’.

I licked my lips as my heart raced. Shit! I was caught red-handed. No, I wasn’t stealing. I was simply borrowing James’ shirt—without his permission. But then again, he was asleep and I didn’t want to wake him. That’d be bothersome. And I was going to inform him in the morning at breakfast anyway. So surely there was no harm done.

“Hello,” he greeted, his eyes intense on me. Well, more specifically on the blue shirt.

I replied guiltily, “Hi. Erm… I needed something to wear back to my room.”

James narrowed his eyes and said, “Who said you’re allowed to go back to your room?”

What is this? Why did he sound cold and controlling all of a sudden?

“Well…” I began, licking my lips. “I certainly didn’t want anyone to barge in here and see me naked in your bed right next to you; that’s for sure. Especially Aria.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because,” I said, but I didn’t know how to continue. Honestly, he of all people should understand how fragile this situation was.

He changed the subject. “Mia, have you been having any pain or irritation?”

I cocked my head to one side. What was he going on about now? Pain? Irritation? I frowned in confusion. As far as I knew, I didn’t have pain or irritation anywhere. I shrugged and said, “No, why?”

He seemed to be relieved by my answer.

When he didn’t probe further, I took a step toward the door.

“All right then,” I said. “I’m going to go now.”

James made a noise that sounded like a snort. Then he said darkly, “Is my shirt your clothing now?”

I raised my brows, wondering why he’d ask me such a question. I’d already told him why I needed it, didn’t I?

I held my head high and said haughtily, just to get back at him, “It is.”

With that, I continued my way toward the exit, thinking no more needed to be said. Surely he understood.

I was about to turn the door handle when, in a flash, I felt James behind me. Curious, I glanced over my shoulder, and to my horror and surprise, I found him looming over me, a dark smile playing about his sensual lips.

Then I was in his arms, and a moment later, I found myself on my back on the bed. Hovering over me was James, his eyes and face passionately dark.

“James?” I asked. “What are you doing?”

“You look beautiful in my shirt, Mia,” he said, smiling. “I should have let you wear it sooner.”

I smiled cheekily. “So you like me wearing your shirt?”

His reply was a kiss on my lips. “I fucking love it on you.”

His words excited me, and I knew what his intention was. It would be the fifth time tonight if he was going to make love to me again, which I was sure he was.

And I wasn’t wrong about that. James slowly unbuttoned his shirt and arranged it so it sat haphazardly around my body, my front completely bare, an enticing view for him to feast upon.

A moment later, I found him kissing me passionately, his tongue exploring me wildly. I responded to his kiss by wrapping my arms around him, drawing him even closer.

I cried out softly, moaning and groaning into his mouth. It wasn’t long before James drove into me and made me cry in pleasure.