Chapter 23 Adam
Chapter twenty-three
Adam
Ilook down at the legal pad in front of me and see a crude doodle of a woman’s face with long, flowing locs in the margin of my notes.
It’s safe to say I could never have gotten into Pratt with these skills.
At the time, I was busy “sowing my wild oats” on the other side of the country.
If I had met Maya then, like when I was home on break or something, would I have hit on her?
I pride myself on being a smart guy, but I was practically drowning in interested women in college.
Women who let themselves into my room while I was in class.
Women who installed viruses on their computer just so I could fix it.
Even multiple women at the same time, hoping to check “college threesome” off their bucket list. Honestly, I doubt I would’ve seen Maya through all that… noise.
Next to me, Eric clears his throat and nudges my foot under the table. The room of my colleagues looks at me expectantly. Busted.
“I’m sorry,” I say, chagrined. “I was reviewing my notes and missed what you said. Could you please repeat that?” Mr. Hallorann, my boss and a little bit of a hardass, leans forward in his chair at the head of the conference room table.
“How is the migration coming, Adam? It’s critical that our transition to RISE goes off without a hitch.” Right. The migration. That has only been my top priority for the past three months. Luckily, I can talk about that project in my sleep if necessary.
“It’s going well, sir. We are on track to finish on the 31st of next month, as projected.” Mr. Hallorann steeples his fingers on the desk and smiles approvingly.
“Great work, Adam. I knew you’d stay on top of it.” He stacks his papers emphatically. “Lets give everyone back,” he looks at his watch, “eleven minutes of their time.”
The meeting adjourned, everyone gathers their things and starts to clear out of the room. Eric gestures to my notepad as he shoves his laptop into his bag.
“Is that her?” I raise an eyebrow inquisitively.
“Is that who?” Eric gives me a smug smirk like he thinks I’m an idiot.
“Who? The girl that’s got you zoning out in status meetings, that’s who.” We both walk out of the conference room and head in the direction of the kitchen. I sigh, knowing I’ve got no choice but to spill the beans.
“Yes, that’s Maya. Though my lack of drawing skills definitely doesn’t do her justice.
” We reach the kitchen, and Eric grabs one of the bagels someone brought in this morning.
By the afternoon, only pumpernickel and onion are left, and there’s no cream cheese.
Pass. Eric clearly doesn’t share my reservations; he takes a big bite of the pumpernickel bagel… raw. I try to hide my grimace.
“Hey. Don’t judge me. I had to work through lunch to prepare for that meeting you just slept through.” I raise my hands in defense. Someone’s feeling fiesty today.
“Whoa, whoa, man. I tuned out for like a minute. Plus, I think I recovered pretty quickly.” Eric sighs and wipes his hand down his face. He looks exhausted.
“Sorry, man.” He sits down at one of the tables and I pull up a chair. “Sarah, our youngest, has strep…again. I was in urgent care and then we were up all night until her fever broke.”
“That sounds awful. Is she feeling any better today?” Eric lets out a mirthless laugh.
“That’s just it; she’s feeling great now.
After finally passing out at 5:00 AM and sleeping for six hours, she woke up fully rested like nothing even happened.
Meredith is home with her and apparently Sarah’s nonstop energy is driving her insane.
” I chuckle before I can hide my amusement with a cough.
Eric takes another bite of untoasted bagel.
“Laugh all you want, but someday, maybe with this Maya woman, you will know my pain.” Two months ago, that comment alone would have sent my running for the hills. Now…?
“Maya and I are hardly there yet, but thanks for the vote of confidence.“ Eric stops chewing and stares at me. “What?”
“Adam Park just used the word ‘yet’ about becoming a parent, that’s what.” Eric feels his forehead worriedly. “Maybe I’m coming down with strep and this whole conversation is just a fever dream.” I stand up to put some distance between myself and patient zero.
“Don’t tell me you came into work today contagious, Eric.” Eric ponders that thought before resuming his bagel “meal”.
“No…I don’t think so…Hmmm.” Eric feels the back of his neck. “You know what? I’ll take a Z-pack just in case.” I take another step back.
“Nice. Why don’t you call it a day before you cause an outbreak at the office.” Eric shrugs and grabs his things.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He polishes off his bagel, the last bite still in his mouth as he talks. “Once I’m home, I’m happy to spitball proposal ideas for that Maya girl if you want.” My eyes widen in shock.
“Go ahead and stop by urgent care, Eric. You’re clearly delusional.”
Eric just smirks and waves as he heads for the elevators. To think that Maya and I are that serious after just a couple months. That’s ridiculous…right?
In my right hand, I’ve got an English cucumber, and in my left, your garden variety cucumber. I step closer to Maya to avoid the teenagers playing bumper cars with their shopping cart. It’s a madhouse in here.
“Maya! Which one?” Maya looks up from the pineapples to inspect the cucumbers I’m holding. She’s got a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Hmmm.” She walks slowly over to me and takes each cucumber in her hand.
She makes a point of squeezing and stroking both while looking me in the eyes.
“I like this one,” she says of the English cucumber.
“It’s nice and long…and thick. It looks like it’ll be a really…
satisfying mouthful.“ At the last innuendo, Maya can’t contain her laughter and starts giggling like a schoolgirl.
The mom of the teenagers raises an eyebrow and shoos her kids along.
“Sorry!” I yell after her. “She really loves salad!” This sends Maya into another fit of laughter.
“You’re going to get us kicked out of Trader Joe’s if you keep this up.” I pull her closer to me and move her locs aside to plant a kiss on her neck. She’s warm and breathes out a little sigh that lets me know she likes what I’m doing. Even in public, she’s so responsive to me.
“How much more do you need, babe. We should’ve gotten a cart.” She smiles, a little embarrassed.
“You know how I get in TJ’s. My shopping list goes out the window. Let’s get a bottle of rosé and we can call it done. This is going to be delicious.” I take her hand as we walk to the wine section.
“Deal. I can hardly complain when I’m getting another delicious meal out of it. Though, in fairness, every meal you make is delicious.” She squeezes my hand gently and pulls me toward the bottles.
Maya comes out of the kitchen with a plate of lemon bars and sits next to me on the couch. Her soft hips mold perfectly against my body.
“Ribeye, fancy wine, and now lemon bars? What’s the occasion?” She shifts to put her legs in my lap before grabbing the remote.
“Nothing really. I just like to show off sometimes…And…” She bites her lip, suddenly nervous. “I also want to thank you for being so cool at brunch last weekend. My girlfriends really gave you the third degree.” I lean down and kiss her nose.
“You’re adorable when you’re nervous, but you have no reason to be. I said I had fun and I meant it.”
Seemingly satisfied with my answer, Maya turns towards the TV to find our evening entertainment. For some reason, she looks especially beautiful tonight. Her hair is down, her pink tank top is showing off her collar bones and breasts, and her short polka dot skirt is barely covering her bottom.
Maya browses her watchlist, but I can’t stop thinking about that word.
“Yet”. Maya and I weren’t to the point of having kids YET.
Eric definitely caught me off guard with that comment, but alarm bells still aren’t sounding in my head.
Maybe Maya is the real deal. Maybe realizing she’s the real deal is why she’s so irresistible tonight.
Maybe it’s time to take things to the next step and see for real if we sink or swim.
But first, I ought to give some attention to the beautiful woman in front of me.
My dick twitches under her smooth legs and I can’t help rubbing them.
I love the way my hands look against her dark skin.
It makes making love to her even more erotic.
While my left hand keeps stroking her legs—moving from her ankles to the hem of her tiny skirt and back down—, my right slips under her shirt to undo the clasp of her bra.
The straps fall down her shoulders and she turns towards me. The arousal in her eyes is clear.
“Did you change your mind about checking out ‘Squid Game’ with me?” I pull the straps down her arms and slip the bra from under her shirt. Her nipples are already hard.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” I nod and move my left hand to between her legs. She spreads her legs to give me better access.
“Who would’ve thought that a ribeye and roast potatoes was an aphrodisiac?” she ponders aloud. I stop briefly and look into her eyes.
“Are you serious? Steak for a guy is like chocolate covered strawberries for a woman.” She presses her lips together to keep from laughing and I resume caressing her skin and her cute pink panties. I move further down the couch and position myself between her legs.
“Earlier, you mentioned something about a ‘satisfying mouthful’.” I reach under her skirt to the waistband of her panties and she lifts up her hips so I can remove them. I smell her flower and lean forward to take a deep breath. Goosebumps appear on her thighs.
“Adam!” She covers her face bashfully but doesn’t close her legs.
I kiss down her thighs and see the wetness easing out of her pussy.
I lean further down and lick slowly from her seeping opening to her eager clit.
Her skirt is bunched around her generous hips and her nipples are straining against the thin fabric of her shirt; she is the epitome of sex.
I take her clit in between my lips and hum to send vibrations through her. Her hips buck hard and I reach under her ass to hold her in place.
“Don’t go anywhere, baby.” I hum again against her clit and smooth her juices up and down her seam with my index finger. Her hips strain against my grip, but she stays in place.
“Holy shit, Adam. This is new.“ I run my fingers up from her opening, around her clit, and back down, over and over again.
“What can I say? I like to try new things.” I keep humming on her clit while rubbing around her pussy, driving her crazy with need.
I don’t penetrate her, enjoying teasing her as long as possible before granting her release.
Her hand moves to the back of my head to force the issue, but I shake it off and continue my torture.
“Fuck, Adam! This feels sooooooo goood…Uhmmm…But are you not going to let me cum?” I smile against her lips and finger her opening without pushing in.
“In time. I’m really enjoying this at the moment.“ Her pussy is dripping for me now, and I push my finger further inside her. She starts straining even harder against my grip.
“God, Adam. I’m so fucking close. Please!
” Once I hear the magic word, I cover her clit fully with my mouth, vigorously move my finger in and out of her wet passage, and press down on her mound to add pressure and push her over the edge.
She explodes, flooding my mouth with her essence and screaming so loud I hear Khan run to the bedroom. Apparently we had an audience.
Her legs keep quivering as the aftershocks flow through her, and she pushes me off, the pleasure too intense. Both of us are sweaty and breathing hard. I rest my head on the inside of her leg. She lazily runs her fingers through my hair as she comes down.
“Will you come to dinner with my family this Sunday?” I ask, still out of breath. Her strokes stop abruptly and she sits up on her elbows.
“What?” I lift my head and look her in the eyes.
“Would you come to my parent’s house this Sunday to meet everyone? All my brothers are going to be there and it’s a big celebration before Damon has to go back overseas.” She blinks a few times, her expression unreadable.
“Did you really just ask me to come meet your parents with your head between my legs?” She cracks a small smile and I smile in return.
“I figured you’d be in a good mood, so you wouldn’t say ‘no’.” She puts her feet on the floor and faces me, a serious look on her face. Uh-oh.
“Adam Park, I would love to meet your family.” I pull her in for a hug, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. “And just so you know, I would’ve said yes even without the…dessert,” she blushes, “though I did enjoy it.”
With that weight off my chest, I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom to finish what I started.