When I Lie with You (A Millionaire's Love 2) - Page 1/63

Chapter 1

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, na**d 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 h*ps 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 cl*t 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 f**k 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 br**sts and pinched my erect ni**les 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 f**k 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.