kissing her, feeling her, trying to be gentle. Finally, when he could stand it no longer he positioned himself above her. Her eyes stared up at him, clear and steady. Slowly, he inserted himself inside her and immediately had to shut his eyes.
Then the wave reared, and he began to move inside her, helpless.
Suddenly, he felt her inner muscles grow tight, then tighter, her wet warmth gripping him. Stunned, he could only stop and the wave subsided.
“Wait for me,” she whispered.
Her arms were draped gently across his back. But inside, she was holding him fiercely, with no apparent effort. She lay there quietly looking up at him. He was totally in her control. It was the most incredibly erotic sensation he had ever experienced.
“Oh my G od,” he whispered hoarsely.
Her lips turned up in a small smile, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. She released him then tightened, repeating the exquisite pulsing rhythm for several minutes. Then she let go and began to move her hips rhythmically, her breath coming in short gasps. She raised her legs to take him deeper, pulling his back, as her climax tore through her body. With a final quivering thrust and cry, he collapsed.
He was breathing hard and his back hurt from where her fingers had dug into his skin. But he was completely, gloriously spent, bathed in sensation and sweat.
“I wanted to make it good for you,” he whispered against her neck.
“You did,” she said.
They lay there, entwined, as the room grew dark. After a while Adam moved to his side so he could see Elizabeth’s face. Her eyes were closed, her red hair fanned out on the pillow, a half smile on her lips, one hand draped languidly across her breast. She looked so blatantly sensual, and the way she had moved, and held him like that —- where had she learned such things?
His ego was slightly bruised and he felt vaguely disconcerted, unable to reconcile the fact that this woman he had held up as some ideal goddess had sexually manipulated him as no prostitute ever had.
She opened her eyes . “Hello, husband,” she said softly.
“Hello, wife,” he said.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They returned home to take up residence in a suite at the Mark Hopkins until they could find a house. Elizabeth said she didn’t mind, but Adam did. He had lost the house on Vallejo to Lilith in the divorce and the rest of his finances had been greatly limited. He had retained majority ownership in the Times and the paper in Sacramento, but Lilith had extracted high alimony payments, her lawyer claiming she was entitled to be supported in the style equal to her social position.
The irony of his situation was not lost on Adam. Here he was, just married to the widow of one of the country’s wealthiest men, yet he was so financially strapped himself that he could not afford to buy her a new home.
Elizabeth had inherited $100 million from Reed but it was tied up in stock holdings, set up in a trust directed by a board of executives from her late husband’s company. The revelation had come as somewhat of a disappointment to Adam. He certainly hadn’t expected to plunder Elizabeth’s fortune but he had expected to have some access to it eventually. As it was cunningly set up, however, Elizabeth could sell small blocks of stock and spend the capital as she wished but Adam could lay no direct claim to it. She could buy whatever she wanted. But nothing could be in his name.
Someday she would also inherit money from her father. But Charles Ingram, Adam was sure, would do whatever was necessary short of disowning his daughter to prevent Adam from using Elizabeth’s inheritance for his own means.
So money was, for Adam at least, an unspoken issue. To have all that money so close yet so far was unbearable. Especially since he was so eager to get on with building his newspaper empire. He had plans, such big plans. But no big money of his own to back them up.
He often thought about bringing it up to Elizabeth, asking if she
Then the wave reared, and he began to move inside her, helpless.
Suddenly, he felt her inner muscles grow tight, then tighter, her wet warmth gripping him. Stunned, he could only stop and the wave subsided.
“Wait for me,” she whispered.
Her arms were draped gently across his back. But inside, she was holding him fiercely, with no apparent effort. She lay there quietly looking up at him. He was totally in her control. It was the most incredibly erotic sensation he had ever experienced.
“Oh my G od,” he whispered hoarsely.
Her lips turned up in a small smile, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. She released him then tightened, repeating the exquisite pulsing rhythm for several minutes. Then she let go and began to move her hips rhythmically, her breath coming in short gasps. She raised her legs to take him deeper, pulling his back, as her climax tore through her body. With a final quivering thrust and cry, he collapsed.
He was breathing hard and his back hurt from where her fingers had dug into his skin. But he was completely, gloriously spent, bathed in sensation and sweat.
“I wanted to make it good for you,” he whispered against her neck.
“You did,” she said.
They lay there, entwined, as the room grew dark. After a while Adam moved to his side so he could see Elizabeth’s face. Her eyes were closed, her red hair fanned out on the pillow, a half smile on her lips, one hand draped languidly across her breast. She looked so blatantly sensual, and the way she had moved, and held him like that —- where had she learned such things?
His ego was slightly bruised and he felt vaguely disconcerted, unable to reconcile the fact that this woman he had held up as some ideal goddess had sexually manipulated him as no prostitute ever had.
She opened her eyes . “Hello, husband,” she said softly.
“Hello, wife,” he said.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They returned home to take up residence in a suite at the Mark Hopkins until they could find a house. Elizabeth said she didn’t mind, but Adam did. He had lost the house on Vallejo to Lilith in the divorce and the rest of his finances had been greatly limited. He had retained majority ownership in the Times and the paper in Sacramento, but Lilith had extracted high alimony payments, her lawyer claiming she was entitled to be supported in the style equal to her social position.
The irony of his situation was not lost on Adam. Here he was, just married to the widow of one of the country’s wealthiest men, yet he was so financially strapped himself that he could not afford to buy her a new home.
Elizabeth had inherited $100 million from Reed but it was tied up in stock holdings, set up in a trust directed by a board of executives from her late husband’s company. The revelation had come as somewhat of a disappointment to Adam. He certainly hadn’t expected to plunder Elizabeth’s fortune but he had expected to have some access to it eventually. As it was cunningly set up, however, Elizabeth could sell small blocks of stock and spend the capital as she wished but Adam could lay no direct claim to it. She could buy whatever she wanted. But nothing could be in his name.
Someday she would also inherit money from her father. But Charles Ingram, Adam was sure, would do whatever was necessary short of disowning his daughter to prevent Adam from using Elizabeth’s inheritance for his own means.
So money was, for Adam at least, an unspoken issue. To have all that money so close yet so far was unbearable. Especially since he was so eager to get on with building his newspaper empire. He had plans, such big plans. But no big money of his own to back them up.
He often thought about bringing it up to Elizabeth, asking if she
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