Billionaire's Inheritance Bride(9)

It usually took Lacey much longer to warm up to a stranger but Marie had  managed to lure her away from him with a simple, two-minute  conversation. "Daddy, can we go play on the swings? There's three open  over there." Lacey pointed to an empty swing set. He nodded, unable to  deny his daughter's request.

Squealing with glee, Lacey pulled Marie toward the playground. She  ignored all the other children and sat down in the middle swing. She  gave Marie an expectant look until the young actress sat down on her  right-hand side. Seconds later, her father sat down on the left-hand  swing. "One …  two …  three!" Lacey called out.

All three of them started to swing together. "I bet I can go higher than you!" Marie challenged with a mischievous smile.

"No way!" Lacey retorted, putting all of her weight into swinging as  high as she could. As she did so, the wind whipped up her hair, yanking  it forward and backward. "I'm so high! I can see all of New York from up  here!" She commented at the top of her swing. Adam looked out and  smiled. Through the trees, one could just make out the incredible New  York skyline, decorated with a multitude of impressive skyscrapers for  as far as the eye could see.         

     



 

"This is so cool!" Lacey giggled. Adam was glad to see his daughter like  this. Being gone so often meant that his wife spent most of her time  with Lacey, and since her passing, she had been very reserved. Though he  was angry with the judge, he was glad at how things had turned out for  the better.

Adam smiled, watching the two girls having fun. His eyes rested on  Marie's long, slender legs as she pushed herself higher and higher. His  heart tightened with an unknown want. Adam looked over at Marie, taking  in the fine, smooth features of her face. She had a soft button nose,  large hazel eyes, and a curvy beautiful smile. A strange and almost  unnerving feeling came over him, but it wasn't unwelcome. This woman was  different, and he had to know why.

Finally, the girls calmed down, bringing their swings to a standstill.  "That was a lot of fun," Lacey exclaimed, short of breath. Still full of  energy, however, she jumped off her swing and rushed over to Marie,  yanking on her hands. "Let's do something else!"

Marie's eyes went wide. The little girl had changed so much and so  quickly. She went from afraid to completely comfortable in an instant,  bouncing around and smiling ear to ear. "How about we take a break and  get some ice cream?" Marie offered.

"Ooo." Lacey cooed, looking to her father. Adam smiled, nodding in  consent. He reached forward, about to grab Lacey's hand, but she  immediately shook her head, her pigtails whipping back and forth. She  rushed forward and grabbed Marie's hand instead, a grin on her face.

"Two can play that game." Adam retorted, grabbing Marie's other hand. A  wild smirk appeared on his face when he noticed the blush on her face.  Adam couldn't stop himself. It seemed natural. She didn't turn away, so  they continued.

He squeezed her hand and took a step forward, leading them toward a  local ice cream shop. Lacey skipped along, singing all the songs she  could remember from the Wizard of Oz. Marie sang along, a smile on her  face. So far, so good, Adam thought. This was going to be easier than he  anticipated.

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"I can't believe how good you are with her," Adam whispered as they both  tiptoed their way out of her bedroom and toward the living room. Lacey  was fast asleep in her bed, tightly hugging her faithful stuffed animal.

"Oh …  it was nothing. I'm just glad that she likes me." Marie's cheeks  turned pink in response as she plopped down on the plush couch. She  looked around the living room, her eyes dancing over the huge fireplace,  the expensive paintings, and modern-looking light fixtures. "If you  don't mind me asking, how do you even afford to live here? New York  living costs an arm and a leg."



"I'm a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox." Adam tilted his head to the side  where a large, glass display case stood, glittering with numerous  trophies.

"Whoa …  no way!" Marie exclaimed. "I felt I knew you from somewhere! I  have seen pictures of you with your wife" She realized now who his wife  was, and the details of her passing. A car-crash. She bowed her head  meekly. "I'm sorry."

"Please, don't be," Adam grinned, walking over to a mobile bar before  squatting down and looking at his selection of wines. "We've had a  wonderful day, so why don't we celebrate?" He opened a cabinet, shaking  his head. "I'm sorry, but my wine stock is currently a little low. Will  some Richebourg be okay?"

Marie's jaw dropped. "You're kidding. That's 12 grand a bottle." She rushed forward and took the bottle before he could open it.

"Of course I'm serious. After making my little girl smile today, you  deserve it." He took the bottle back, popping it open with a sigh. He  smiled, pouring them both a drink. He handed her a sparkling,  crystal-cut glass before sitting down next to her on the couch.

Without taking her sight off Adam, she took a sip. Her heart was racing.  She couldn't believe she hadn't recognized him. She couldn't stop  herself from staring at him.

With the dim lighting in the living room, shadows danced across Adam's  rugged face, making him look even more handsome. Marie bit the corner of  her lip, trying to stay professional. This was a job, after all. What  kind of actress was she if she fell for the leading man? As her cheeks  turned red at the thought, she looked up, her eyes locking with Adam's.         

     



 



Marie's eyes grew wide as she realized how close he suddenly was. Their  knees were touching and his arm was stretched across the back of the  couch, his fingertips playing with her hair, making her shiver. Her  breath caught in her throat, her heart hammered and all she could see  were his lips, approaching her own.

In no time their lips melted together in a passionate kiss. Adam's  large, powerful hand gently pressed against her cheek. Marie couldn't  help but think about how many baseballs he had held in that hand; how  many all-stars he had struck off the field. But as the kiss intensified,  her mind went numb and all she could focus on was the man, not the  baseball player who had his tongue in her mouth, making her whole body  tingle.

Adam quickly took control, pushing Marie down on the couch and kissing  her a little harder. In her lustful daze, she dropped her glass of wine  on the white carpet. She was about to apologize, but Adam didn't even  bother to turn his head. He kept his attention pinned on Marie.

Marie was left breathless as she melted further into the kiss,  completely blown away. Soon enough, Adam's fingers made their way up her  milky white thighs, slowly hiking up her skirt. A soft moan escaped her  lips, muffled by the kiss. She could feel his large, muscular body on  top of her own. Her body burned with desire as she ran her hands along  his thin shirt before lifting it up and admiring his well-defined  six-pack, hiding underneath. Her eyes lingered there for a moment,  impressed by the baseball player's physique.

"Like what you see?" Adam teased, tossing off his shirt. His arms  rippled with muscles as he moved down, positioning himself between her  legs.



"Mmm." Marie found it nearly impossible to properly express herself. Her  mind was abuzz with excitement. Every time he touched her, she felt a  jolt of pure pleasure running up her spine. It was like nothing she had  ever experienced before. Her pussy was already soaking wet. She wanted  this man.

"Now, let's see what you're hiding under these clothes, shall we?" Adam  smirked down at her before his head disappeared under the fabric of her  dress. Unable to see what he was doing, each touch and caress came as a  pleasant surprise. His large hands gripped her inner thighs, spreading  her legs wide open.

Blinded by lust, Marie obeyed him without hesitation, allowing him full  access to her quivering pussy. Suddenly, she felt her panties being  pulled away from her body as his teeth locked onto their fabric. He  tugged on it slightly, shaking his head as if he were some sort of dog.  Marie giggled at the gesture as she reached down, trying to pull her  dress up so she could see him, but before she could, he yanked it back  down. He softly slapped her pussy, as if reprimanding her. From that  moment onward, Marie kept her hands to herself.

Adam dove into her wet folds. The feeling of his rough, grainy tongue  made Marie arch her back. She moaned out loudly, the sound echoing  through the room. Instantly, Adam pulled away, his head popping out from  beneath her dress.

He gave her a wild grin before settling himself between her sprawled out  legs. Marie was breathing hard at this point, her eyes locked on the  baseball player, wondering what his next move would be. To her delight,  she finally saw him working on freeing his penis. Her eyes grew wide  when she saw how long and thick he was. Soon enough he rammed himself  inside of her.