A Lie for a Lie (All In, #1)(75)

“Bedroom?” I ask.

“Floor, couch, kitchen counter. I don’t really care.”

I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist, and we resume kissing. I’d like to say there’s some finesse once we get to the bedroom, but that would be a lie. I drop her on the edge of the mattress and follow behind her as she scoots back.

Lainey’s skirt bunches up, exposing the satin-and-lace panties underneath. Ones I’d like to take off with my teeth. Which then becomes part of my master plan, if I can get us to slow down from Mach 4 million to somewhere along the lines of Mach 2 or 3.

Lainey fumbles with the button on my pants while I loosen my tie and yank it gracelessly over my head. I unfasten the first few buttons on my shirt, and she drags the zipper down, the metallic vibrations making my cock twitch.

There’s zero teasing involved as Lainey reaches into my boxer briefs, wraps her gorgeous, soft hand around the shaft, and sets me free. She’s not even finished the first stroke before she leans in and wraps her lips around the head, sucking gently.

I groan several filthy expletives, which makes her both blush and smile around my cock. And then she takes me deeper, stroking with her hand and her mouth. She pops off for a second—likely to pull the freaking move that always makes my balls feel like they’re going to explode. The one I haven’t experienced in more than a year but remember so vividly it’s often the image-sensation combo I pull up when I’m in self-gratification mode—so I take the opportunity to pull her dress over her head.

And then she’s back to sucking me off.

I fumble with the clasp of her bra, highly distracted but very intent on getting her as naked as I am. It slides down her arms and drops to the bed between us. “God, I missed everything about you.”

She pops off long enough to say, “Same,” and then she’s right back at it.

Once her boobs are free, my stamina takes a terrible nosedive—and I issue a warning that I’m about to come. And as soon as I do, it’s like I’ve finally jumped off the sex speed train, able to focus again.

“Thank you. That was amazing.” I lay her out on the bed, taking my time now that 90 percent of my blood flow is no longer pooled below my waist. I cup her boobs, so full and lush, and pepper them with kisses.

“Just don’t squeeze too hard unless you want a shot in the face,” Lainey says, somewhat breathlessly.

I laugh into her cleavage. “Can I kiss and lick?”

“Yes—everything is supersensitive, though, so just be careful.”

I devote attention to her breasts, 100 percent enthralled with them and the fact that most of the time I’m not really allowed anywhere near them. Lainey writhes under me, legs wrapped around my waist, fingers in my hair.

Eventually I go lower, kissing my way over her stomach. And just like I planned, I tug her panties down with my teeth and kiss her until she comes.

She reaches over to the nightstand and opens the top drawer, rustling around until she produces a box of condoms. A spike of jealousy hits me.

Lainey puts her hand on my cheek and forces my gaze back to hers. “I bought them after you started coming over here every night. I wanted to be prepared, just in case all my restraint evaporated and something like this happened.”

Relief that I don’t deserve hits me, and I settle between her thighs and roll my hips. “I missed you. I missed us.”

“Me too.”

I open the box and tear a condom free. Lainey plucks it from my fingers and pushes on my chest. She rolls it on, and instead of pulling me over her, she settles in my lap, slowly taking me inside.

And when we’re together like this, connected in the most intimate way we can be, it’s like we’ve never been apart, like the year that separated us has been erased. We find a slow rhythm that allows us to kiss and touch and breathe each other in. Lainey comes first, and I get to watch her tumble over into bliss. I missed this with her—I missed everything in her absence, but this feeling, like my world has been tipped back into alignment, tells me what I knew then but failed to acknowledge: that she was and always will be my balance.

I don’t look away from her as my own orgasm hits, and afterward we stay wrapped in each other, kissing, hands roaming, relearning each other through touch.

I cup her face in my hand and meet her stunning chocolate gaze. “I love you, Lainey.”

She smiles softly. “I love you too.”

“I wanted to tell you that when we were in Alaska, but I ran out of time,” I admit.

“Well, you can tell me as much as you want now, can’t you?”



By the time we leave her bed we’re cutting it close for dinner—not that it matters, since they’ll hold my table regardless. Lainey checks her reflection in the hall mirror while we wait for the elevator. “Oh my God, did you leave a mark on my neck?” She tips her head to the side and inspects the right side of her throat.

I wrap an arm around her waist and press my chest against her back. “I don’t see anything, but if you want a mark I’m more than happy to put one there.”

I nuzzle into her neck and nibble on the spot just as the elevator doors slide open. Lainey elbows me in the side, and I take a step back—which is when I notice Walter standing in the elevator.

Lainey covers the side of her neck like she’s hiding something. “Walter! Hi!”