Novels by A novel by Nancy

Adrianna’s POVFive years agoI felt him freeze. He was like a statute, unmoving and unresponsive. I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue trace his, eager for a reaction.Nothing.I moved away, my face burning. “I… I think it was the wine.”He moved suddenly, his hand cupping my nape and pulling me to him. The kiss was fast and urgent, almost desperate. His fingers fisted in my hair and tilted my face backward so he could spread slow, drugging kisses along my jaw and my ear. I bit back a moan, scared that any sounds I made would ruin this moment.His hand pressed at the small of my back, bringing me even closer to him. The hand in my hair let go, brushing the buttons of my blouse and I felt his lips against my neck.“I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He whispers close to my ear, his voice low with desire. “Everyday since you became my assistant.”His low, deep words sent heat pooling in my belly. His fingers made short work of my buttons, easing me back so I lay on the carpet, bared

Adrianna’s POVFive years agoI sat in the living room with the woman who introduced herself as Portia. She seemed to blend in with the silent sophistication of the living room. The interior of Lance's home was elegant in a soft way, with well matched nude couches and walls. The floors were panned with wood. There was an electronic fireplace below the television set.My eyes fell on Portia again, the lady who exuded so much sexuality and charm that even I was impressed. Was she Lance's girlfriend?I suddenly felt stupid, feeling the urge to do up my buttons. Why would he even look at me if he had such a sensual woman waiting in his home? Yes, she was a bit older, but I doubted Lance was the kind of man to let something so trivial as age get in the way of a relationship he wanted.She poured herself some wine, her eyes next straying from me.“You said you were Adrianna? His assistant?” she asked, settling down on a couch opposite me. I nodded.“And you came over tonight to give him…” h

Adrianna’s POV(Five years ago)“We’re having a group of entrepreneurs over at the office today at two.” Lance said one morning as we rode in the elevator together. There were about three other people in the elevator with us so we were forced to stay with our shoulders pressed together.“Entrepreneurs?” I echoed.“The founders of Canyon.” He said. “You know, the underwear brand?”I felt a blush heat my face. I wasn’t prudish or anything, it just felt a bit too Intimate talking about underwear with Lance.Lance had zeroed in on Canyon stock prices as having great potential to skyrocket in a year or two. It had taken less than a week to reel them in.“Sweetheart, I know this is too much to ask, given the amount of work I've piled up for you,” He said sheepishly. “but I’d really appreciate it if you could keep the minutes of the meeting for me.”With Lance, words like “sweetheart” or “darling” were not endearments but mere placeholders for names. Or being nice. Knowing that didn't stop my

Adrianna’s POVInstinctively, I pick my purse up and attempt to stand. His hand on my knee stops me cold.“Sit.” He commands curtly. “Don't cause a scene.”I shove his hand off my knee, ignoring the wave of dizziness that hits me. “What the hell are you doing here?”“Your assistant damn near stalked me to get my location.” He says conversationally. “You mean to tell me you didn't expect to see me?”No. Because you’re not a French Marquis.“So go on and tell me.” He says. “Why did you seek me out with…” I feel his gaze roam over me and my cheeks heat up. The dress was a mistake. “…all your most desirable assets on full display?”“You… you’re …” I stutter. I didn't know he was out of jail already. How has he managed to convince everyone that he's the heir to a Marquisat?Lance had had all his assets seized and his house sold off. Even if he got out of jail, he should be broke, not possessing an aristocratic title.“Out of jail, sweet? That's pretty obvious, isn't it?” He says, his face

Adrianna’s POVHis mouth drags its way up my neck and his lips part at a spot right underneath my ear, finding the birthmark that hid there. I broken sob escapes me and I sink my teeth into my lip to stifle it.I feel his smile against my neck. He likes to do that, to drag it on till I can’t take it anymore. To tease me to I think I am going to explode. His fingers grip my thighs tighter as he thrusts into me again, pressing my back against the sand of the beach.My eyes lose focus and tension coils deeper in my stomach. His thrusts continue, slowly, like we have all the time in the world. I feel my toes curl and my head falls back. The tension buildingup in me reaches a breaking point and a scream escapes me as I climax. His thrusts become wilder, deeper, riding out the last ofmy release before he stills above me and shudders, failing against my breasts. I feel his breath hot against my neck in the spot where he had kissed.“You're so beautiful.” I hear him mutter, his fingers strokin