Sandi Lynn - When I Lie With You

To my amazing and wonderful fans. Without you, these books wouldn’t be possible. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your love of romance and all your support. Your kind messages touch me every day and inspire me to keep writing. So, thank you from me to you. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of Ian & Rory’s story.

Rory

Our flight was scheduled to leave Paris at ten a.m. Ian didn’t bring his dad’s plane because Richard had taken a trip for the holidays. It was New Year’s Day and we were both hung over, not only from the alcohol, but from all the sex we had last night. Ian and I rang in the new year on a perfect note, and now it was time to get back to reality and head back to Malibu.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” Ian said as he kissed my head.

I lay wrapped tightly in his arms since it was only the two of us, naked on the bed, sheets torn off from last night’s escapades.

“Happy New Year.” I smiled as I lifted my head from his chest and kissed his lips. “I don’t want to go back to Malibu. I like Paris and I want to stay.”

“We can come back here any time you want to. If I could move here, I would. I would pack you up, keep you all to myself, and forget family and friends. But we have to live in reality, sweetheart, and unfortunately, we have to work, or at least I have to.”

I gave him a confused look before nipping his bottom lip. “What do you mean by you have to? Am I not working for you anymore?”

“No, you’re not. I’m firing you.” He smiled.

“Mr. Braxton, I’ll have you know that I’ve never been fired before. Would you care to explain to me the reason why you’re firing me as your assistant?”

A small smile graced his face as he placed his hand on my cheek. “I want you to do something that you want to do and being my assistant isn’t it. Pursue a career in music, take some classes. The world is your oyster, my love, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re happy.”

“I love you so much, Ian,” I said as I kissed his soft lips.

“I love you too, Rory, and I want to make you happy.”

“You do make me happy.”

“But one day, I might not, and I don’t ever want you looking at me with regret that you didn’t do what you wanted with your life.”

I didn’t like that he said that. I knew our relationship wasn’t going to be perfect. If it was, then something was wrong. But, I loved him, and I’d do everything I could to make him as happy as he made me. He rolled me on my back and stuck his hand down the front of my panties, cupping me below and inserting his finger.

“You’re wet.” He smiled.

“I’m always wet when you’re around.” I smiled as I took my bottom lip between my teeth.

He stared into my eyes while he hovered over me. “You’re so special, and I will never get tired of telling you how much I love you. Now, spread your legs, sweetheart. I need to fuck you before we leave for the airport.”

As Ian was shaving, I walked up behind him and watched him through the mirror. He looked so sexy and smelled so good. He stopped the blade and looked at me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Watching you shave.”

“Why?” He smiled.

“Because you’re sexy and I can’t help it.”

“I know the feeling, sweetheart. That’s how I feel when I look at you,” he said as he went back to shaving.

His eyes, once again, looked over at me through the mirror. He set down his razor and turned around so he was facing me. He slowly undid the tie to my robe and slid it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. He let out a low growl as he smiled.

“You’re begging me to fuck you, aren’t you?”

“Is that what you picked up from me staring at you shaving?” I asked.

“Yes. I know your look and you have that ‘I need you to fuck me right now’ look.”

He stood there, shaving cream still on his face as he plunged a finger inside me. I gasped as I tilted my head back.

“I knew you wanted it. You’re already soaking wet.” He smiled as he grabbed me by my hips, turned me around, and set me up on top of the sink.

I wrapped my legs around him and he wasted no time thrusting into me as he held onto my hips and fluently moved in and out.

“God, sweetheart, you’re so amazing.” He panted. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

My moans grew louder as he pushed in and out of me and my body jerked with excitement. He placed his finger on my clit and moved it in circles. My body tightened as a warmth of fluid gripped his cock.

“Fuck, Rory,” he said breathlessly as he lifted me from the sink and turned me around so I was facing the mirror. “Look at me through the mirror, sweetheart. Watch me fuck you from behind.”

I did as he asked as my heart pounded and my skin became moist. The sexiest part was that his face was still covered in shaving cream. He pounded into me as he grabbed my breasts and pinched my erect nipples with his fingers, causing the warmth to return between my legs. My body geared up for another orgasm as he pushed into me with force and spilled his come inside me, causing me to come again. He closed his eyes as he stood there, inside me, pushing out every last drop and then he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I said as I tilted my head back and looked up at him.

* * *

“Shit…shit…shit,” Ian said as he grabbed my hand and we ran through the airport to our gate. “This is your fault, sweetheart. If you would’ve left the bathroom instead of watching me shave, I wouldn’t have had to fuck you and we wouldn’t be missing our flight home.”

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your dick in your pants, Mr. Braxton.”

“Is that so? I’ll show you later how I can’t keep my dick out of you.” He winked.

I silently laughed because I knew we were going to miss our flight. They already made the last call for boarding. I didn’t mind if we stayed in Paris one more night. The truth was, I didn’t ever want to go back to Malibu and deal with Richard and Andrew. Ian pulled me along and, when we finally reached our gate, the door closed.

“We need to get on that plane,” Ian said sternly.

“I’m sorry, sir, but it’s too late. We’ve already closed up,” the woman spoke in her French accent.

“It’s never too late, darling.” Ian smiled as he pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. “You call the pilot and tell him you have two passengers that are getting on the plane and he needs to wait. If you do that for me, you’ll be very well thanked.” He winked.

I rolled my eyes at his charm. I could see the woman swooning over him already. She picked up the phone and I guess she called the pilot, because before I knew it, the door opened and we were escorted to first class. I sat down in my seat and looked over at Ian.

“What?” he asked.

I sat there, shaking my head. “I can’t believe you were able to get us on this plane.”

Ian chuckled as he placed his finger under my chin. “I can do anything, Rory. Haven’t you figured that out by now?”

“Yes, I’ve figured it out. But I think the first thing you need to do when we get back to Malibu is you need to buy your own plane.” I laughed.

“I am.” He smiled.

My eyes widened and my laughter subsided. “I was kidding.”

“I’m not. I’m buying my own plane. It’s something I should’ve done a long time ago, but I always used my dad’s. Now that you’re with me, we’ll be traveling more and I think it’s best to have our own.”

He said “our,” meaning it would be mine and his. That made me so happy to hear him say that. The feelings of insecurities were gone and I felt complete. We each had a couple glasses of wine and I fell asleep with my head on Ian’s shoulder.

“Your father – your deadbeat, lousy cheating father – fucked my sister, got her pregnant, and ruined my life. You and your brother are nothing but a constant reminder of that.”

I jumped and sat up straight. My eyes were wide and it took me a minute to focus on where I was at.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Ian said as he grabbed my hand.

I took in a deep breath. “I’m fine. It was just a dream.”

“About what? You haven’t had a nightmare in a long time. Have you?”

“It was just about my aunt. Nothing to worry about. I’ll continue to see Dr. Neil when I get back.”

He brought my hand up to his lips and softly kissed it. “That’s a good idea.”

“I kept meaning to ask you something. If I’m not your assistant anymore, are you hiring someone new?”

Ian gave me a small smile and ran his finger down my jawline. “Are you worried I’ll hire another beautiful woman to take your place?”

“Yes. I need to know so I can train harder to kick her ass when she steals you away from me.” I smiled.

“No one will ever steal me away from you, Rory. And to answer your question, no, I’m not hiring another assistant.”

“Why?”

The corners of his mouth curved up slightly when I asked. “I created that position for you because I wanted to see you every day. After you moved out, I felt alone, and it made me realize how much I wanted and needed you around.”

“Ian,” I whispered.

“I wanted to take care of you without having to admit that I was in love with you, and hiring you as my employee allowed me to do that. You’ll still be considered my employee. You’ll get paid every week and you’ll still be on my health insurance, but you won’t be doing any secretarial work.”

“Then what will I be doing to earn all that?” I smiled.

“Nothing. Just you being around is enough,” he said as he leaned over and kissed my lips. “Try to get some more sleep, sweetheart. We should be landing in about three hours.”

I propped my pillow against his shoulder and laid my head down. What the hell was with that nightmare?

As soon as we walked through the door, Ian picked me up and carried me up the stairs.

“What are you doing?” I laughed.

“Something I should’ve done a while ago. I’m taking you to our bedroom.”

He kicked the door open lightly with his foot and laid me down on the bed. He pushed a few strands of my hair back as he looked into my eyes.

“This is our bed, sweetheart. Our bed to sleep in, fuck in, and relax in. There has never been a woman in this bed until now.” He smiled.

The butterflies started to flutter when he said that. My mind instantly wondered about the other room. Do I ask him about it? Or just leave it alone? I decided to leave it alone, since it was our first night back.

“Hold on a second,” Ian said as he got up from the bed and grabbed his phone.

“What are you doing?” I laughed.

“I’m taking a few pictures of you on our bed. I like the way you look in it.” He smiled.

I knew this was a big step for Ian, and being the only woman that ever sat or lay on this bed made it more surreal. I posed for him and he took in a sharp breath. He set his phone down and crawled towards me on the bed, licking his lips the whole time and staring at me with that carnal look. As I bit down on my bottom lip and smiled, he pushed me flat on my back and hovered over me with a smile.

“You make me happy. I’ve never been happy like this. When you’re with me, I’m happy. When you’re not, I’m sad. I just wanted you to know that.”

I brought my hands up and ran my fingers through his hair. “You make me happy too, and I don’t want anything else in my life but you. I need you, Ian.”

He leaned down and locked his lips with mine, parting my lips so his tongue could enter my mouth. Our kiss became deep and passionate as he fell on top of me and held my head with his hands. He broke our kiss so his lips could explore my neck. As I wrapped my legs around him, I felt his erection pressed against me. Our breathing became rapid and so did our hearts. I wanted to make love to him. His hand traveled up my shirt as his fingers tugged at my hardened nipple.

“Fuck me, Ian,” I said with bated breath.

“I will, right now,” he whispered as he tugged at my pants.