26. Mia
Mia
I’m working way too late tonight. With Adam not being home, I’ve honestly worked way too late most nights this week.
I want to take tomorrow off and have the day with Adam. I need it—hell, we both need it. It’ll be our first full day off since finding out about the baby, and even then we’re going to be going to the doctor’s office and who knows what else.
But the main thing is that we won’t be at a baseball field or at this bar.
A knock comes to my door, and I’m positive it’s my bartenders checking for any sign of life before they close up.
“I swear I’m almost done. You’re all good to go whenever, just lock the door behind you.”
When I hear the door click as it opens, my eye threatens a twitch. I just want to finish up and get out of here.
“Even me?”
The deep voice sends a vibration down my spine. Adam.
Finally looking up from my spreadsheet, I have to blink a good three times before it registers that he is indeed standing in front of me.
“Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t getting in until the morning?”
I’m up from my seat and in his arms in an instant. Although I’m positive it’s our mouths that connect first.
My hands grip his shirt, while his roam my body from my waist and up my back. They thread through my hair as he pulls me closer.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers in between our kisses.
“I missed you, too,” I mumble, but then it clicks, and I yank my head back. “Okay, I know I was a little busy during your game, but I most definitely saw you playing, so did you ditch the team or…?”
This smug smirk comes to his face. “No, the team flew back tonight. I wanted to surprise you.”
Oh, I’m going to kill him. I’m so happy to see him, but also I’m going to kill him.
“You mean to tell me you lied about coming home tomorrow? What the hell? If I wasn’t so damn happy to see you, I’d—”
“You’d what?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Tell me, what would you do, baby?”
This man.
My brain is glitching. He’s so gorgeous and smells so damn good for, I’m sure, sweating all day at the ball field then the long flight home.
I want nothing more than to go straight home with him, but I have to get this quarterly budget report done tonight or it’ll be in the back of my brain all day tomorrow. It was on the list for must-get-done today; therefore, it must get done.
“You’re pushing it, All-star. Maybe I’ll make you put me down, and I’ll see you tomorrow at the time you told me you’d be home. I actually was in the middle of something. And if you’d told me you were coming, I could have planned for this.”
His smug smile still remains as he carries me back over to my seat. “By all means, baby. Don’t let me stop you.”
He angles my chair to the side, then drops to his knees.
My heart pounds heavy in my chest as I shift my weight back and forth on my hips. “What are you doing?”
That signature serious Adam look comes to his face. I’ve seen it so many times in this bar, but there’s something about this one that has a bit of deprivation to it.
“You finish up work. I’m starving after that flight.”
“Adam…” My words die off as he trails kisses up my thighs. I hook one leg over his shoulder. My breathing gets heavy. “Some of my employees could still be here.”
“Mia, you had two bartenders up front…but with the way I charged back here to see you, I think they got the hint.” He places one more kiss to my inner thigh before meeting my eyes. “I can stop if you want me to, and I’ll happily sit in that chair and watch you work.”
I want his head between my legs, I really do, but there’s this one part of my brain that yells louder than everything else.
“Don’t get up. I swear, I want sex right now, but there’s no way my brain will let me get there knowing I didn’t finish this. Two minutes, I promise.”
I feel Adam’s breath against my inner thigh as he chuckles. “Take all the time you need. I can wait right here.”
He bites my thigh gently and my core tightens.
“Adam, it’ll take longer if you keep distracting me.”
He switches to my other leg and trails a few kisses down from my knee. “I’m patient.”
My body shakes when he gives another playful bite. Is this what I have to look forward to every time he comes home? God, I hope so.
Taking a deep breath, I do my best to laser in on my screen. I’m almost done. I’ve done so many of these, and I really just need to enter a few more numbers, then I can just let Excel do its thing with the formulas.
That’s all I need. A few more numbers. But easier said than done when Adam’s mouth is tracing my legs.
Maybe I was wrong and I can orgasm without finishing this. When my hand threads through his hair, he looks up at me with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Finish it, Mia.”
My jaw drops. “How did you—”
“I know you, baby.” He brings my leg down from his shoulder and leans back. “I’m stopping this time. I won’t touch you again until you’re done.”
I feel the goosebumps sliding up my arms at the sight of him on his knees waiting for me. There’s not a hint of frustration on his face.
I really want to thoroughly enjoy welcome-home sex with him, so even though my lady parts hate my brain right now, I go back to the spreadsheet in front of me.
Considering I have the proper motivation, I get everything entered and watch as the numbers formulate. When the last one pops up, I don’t bother double-checking my work. I click save and turn off my screen.
“Okay, I’m done. You can touch me now.”
“Thank fuck.”
Adam pulls the chair closer and his fingers barely graze my legs before an idea comes to mind. “Wait.”
I pop up from the chair, and Adam groans my name.
“Hold on.” I sweep everything off my desk. If Adam had pushed everything off, it likely would’ve put me out of the mood so fast, but I can handle a mess I’ve made myself.
Adam glides his hands up my skirt and pulls down my underwear. “Can I eat this pussy now?”
“Please do.”
It takes no time at all for Adam to adjust our angle and lift me up onto the desk, without even standing. In seconds, my skirt’s around my waist and his head is between my legs.
I hook one leg over his shoulder and pull him in tighter as I lean back on my hands.
The moan that comes out of him has my back arching. Hell, is this desk big enough for me to lie all the way back? I don’t know if my arms are strong enough to withstand more of those sounds.
His mouth alone has my toes curling, but knowing that he loves doing this just as much as I love receiving it will get me to an orgasm faster than any twist or flick of his tongue.
His fingers tease my entrance and slowly work their way in and out, before two of them push in and curl up to tap on my wall. He sucks my clit into his mouth, biting it lightly.
My legs start to shake, and just as my climax is starting to build, he lets out another groan and bites me again. My orgasm shoots off so fast it even takes me by surprise.
The pleasure nearly consumes me to the point that my arms start to shake. Adam’s hands capture my hips, bringing me back to the edge of the desk as he smacks my pussy.
The sting sends a whole new wave of pleasure through me. One I’ve never experienced, and before I can even register what’s happening, I squirt on Adam’s hand.
“Fuck, that was beautiful.” Adam stands and immediately takes off his shorts. He runs his hand covered in me over his shaft.
Stepping forward, he runs his tip over my clit and I damn near jump off the table again.
My breathing might have slowed a little, but it’s nowhere close to normal. “Sorry, that’s extremely sensitive right now.”
Adam chuckles in a soft, sweet tone before taking a small step back.
“Don’t apologize, baby.” He rips his shirt over his head before working himself over again.
“I could come just like this.” His other hand takes my knee, spreading me wide again.
His eye trails from my pussy up to my eyes. “Fucking beautiful.”
That glint in his eyes is mesmerizing. Every muscle that flexes as he moves his hand up and down his length has my mouth going dry.
Finding some strength, I lean up and take over with my own hand. “I could say the same thing,” I mumble, still attempting to get my heart rate down.
Adam tilts his head back with a groan before capturing my face. “I fucking missed you so much.”
His lips are on mine before I can verbally respond, but I guess I’ll just let my kiss and hand do the talking. I really missed this man, too.
When his tongue glides against mine, and I can taste myself on him, a shudder goes through me.
“Actually, I need you inside me.” I gently glide his dick up against my center.
Adam glances down between us. “Need me to go slow?”
“No… I don’t know. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
When he pushes in, my nails dig into his shoulders. The mix of pleasure and a bit of pain is intoxicating. Part of me doesn’t know if I can handle another orgasm like that, but the other part of me craves to feel that rush again.
Adam pauses, his hands gripping my waist. “You okay?”
I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him. Even the tiniest friction has my body feeling like it’s on fire. “Very much so. Please move.”
Adam tilts me back, changing the angle slightly, but somehow it feels like he just went in two more inches.
His thrusts feel downright methodical with a rhythm I can’t even begin to describe. Each one carries just enough power and the perfect pressure. It’s not quick, but definitely not slow.
His head drops against my shoulder with nips and kisses that travel all the way up to my ear.
“Fuck, Mia, I love being inside of you. You’re so damn perfect for me.”
I claw at his back. “I think I might—” My words stop as my core tightens. It feels like they’re taking over me so fast. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that he’s been gone for two weeks, the hormone changes, or hell, the emotional impact our relationship has had this past month, but I’m coming again.
“That’s my perfect girl.” Adam picks up his pace as my walls pulse around him.
Just as mine slowly wavers, I feel his orgasm take over.
I scratch his back as each roll of his hips slows. He leans back with this blissful grin. We’re sweaty and so thoroughly satisfied.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I pant through a chuckle.
He kisses my forehead. “I’ll carry you home.”