Strangers At the Altar by Lacey Wolfe
A Billionaire Romance Novel
Iâm the whole package.
Sexy as hell.
Brilliant in bed and business.
So why the hell is it so hard to settle down? I want a woman to see me for who I am, and thatâs hard when most only see me with dollar signs in their eyes. So I signed up for some crazy experiment to be married to a stranger. Never knowing a thing about the person.
I was ready for true love. When I married Adeline at the altar, I had to make sure that she didnât know a thing about me as well. So I did what I thought was best. I lied about who I was.
If we find true love, Iâm sure she will forgive me when she learns who I really am.
Content Warning: Explicit sex and adult language
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Adelineâs point of view
âI hope youâre not taking me into the woods to kill me,â I said, half joking. The other part of me wondered how smart it was to be going into the woods with a man I met yesterday.
âLucky for you, I know just the place to leave you so no one will find you.â
I stopped walking and he turned toward me with a sexy smirk.
âIâm kidding. The experts did a back ground check, remember? No killer.â
I walked up next to him, trying to keep up with his pace, but his legs were longer than mine and it almost felt like I was running to match his stride.
Iâd barely touched lunch, but how could I after that kiss. Isaac had taken charge, kissing me in a way Iâd always wanted. So intense I felt every desire he had for me. I could sense the anger from our first almost kiss being interrupted. The way heâd held me and his fingers dug into my skin. No man had ever handled me the way he had and I liked it. Heâd really turned me on. Hell, I was still turned on. I didnât want to be on this walk in the woods, I wanted to be naked in bed with him.
âYou okay?â he asked.
He stopped by an old pine tree that had fallen and sat on it, patting next to him. âYou sound a little out of breath. Letâs talk.â
âWe are.â I sat beside him.
âNo, letâs open up and really say how we feel. We got married yesterday and met at the altar. This could be a real bonding experience if we share our emotions. It isnât like we have anyone else to contact.â
I did have Sarah. Today was her wedding and she was probably going through all the things I was yesterday. Isaac was right though, we only had each other, and the people who had done this on TV, making the big bucks.
âWas my kiss too much?â
Yes, you stole my breath away. âNo.â
âAre you sure? I can get intense. Iâm passionate and a take control kind of man in that aspect. Well, really all aspects of life. I go after what I want.â
I remembered reading that in his âabout meâ paragraph. âAnd you donât share.â
He chuckled. âThatâs right. I donât.â
âThe kiss was good.â
âYes.â The best Iâd ever had.
âDo you want to kiss again?â
He sat straight. âNow?â
I chewed my bottom lip as he took my chin in his hand.
âIâm worried I scare you.â
You do, but not in the way you think. âI donât scare easy.â
He came toward me and I braced myself for another one of his kisses. This time it was softer, as if he were holding back, but I wanted what he gave me before. That kiss made my toes curl.
âIs that what you want?â he asked.
âNo. It was too sweet.â
He tugged me into his lap so I straddled him. This time he cupped my face in his palms and kissed me hard again. The way I wanted. No, the way I needed. Holy shit, I almost stopped breathing. His erection pressed into me and I ground against it, making sure to rub just the spot I needed. He met me with his thrust. I couldnât believe what we were doing on top of the fallen tree, but I couldnât stop. Anyone could happen upon us and see us dry humping, but I didnât care. I needed to release. I needed him to release.
âHoly shit!â Isaac broke the kiss and stilled me.
He lifted me off of him and got up, moving away from me. Had I done something wrong? He adjusted his shorts then bent over, taking deep breath.
âIsaac?â I stood.
He glanced at me, his eyes dark. âStay over there.â
My cheeks burned, almost as if they were on fire. Iâd made a fool of myself. I walked away, but he called my name and jogged up to me.
âWhere are you going?â
My eyes were wet but I tried to hide it from him. âAway.â
âDonât. Letâs finish our walk. Come on.â
âIâm really not in the mood to walk anymore.â
He brushed his fingers across my cheeks. âYou did nothing wrong. In fact, you did so good I almost lost control.â
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