Chapter 15
I ’m drinking tea at the dining room table, and Adam sits silently beside me, likely mentally preparing for the conference call.
“The Renter owes my dad.” A text from Kelsey pops up on my phone. I unlock the screen and start reading it aloud to Adam.
Kelsey Wagner
My dad is the mayor of Lake Geneva, I swear.
He has more power than that fat fuck. The chief of police couldn’t care less about what happened.
Turns out Coke Poke tested positive for cocaine at the hospital and was over the legal limit for alcohol.
He’s a degenerate, and they’re moving on with their day.
If only we could never see him again. But that’s a townie for ya. Love you.
Adam and I sigh audibly when I finish reading, and he asks me to screenshot it and text it to him. I notice my name pops up on his phone as “Little One.” He changed it.
Adam’s feverishly texting, not looking up from his phone. After a minute, I decide to text Kelsey back.
Dani Sommer
THANK YOU! Sorry about everything!
Kelsey Wagner
I’m happy Adam punched him. I’d like to punch Sorin sometime myself. He deserves worse.
Also, The Renter is HOTTT.
I agree—with both of those texts.
Adam stays glued to his phone for a few more minutes before finally saying, “Lucky us, no conference call.”
“Adam.” I interlace my fingers and place them on the table, ready to make my point. “Little One is how people talk about their kids. So, you?—”
He grimaces and interrupts, “I like Little One. You’re so small, and … well, we’ll brainstorm something else.”
He’s cute.
“I should go. My car is still in Lake Geneva, and I have work to do tomorrow.” I stand up.
Before I can walk away, he looks deep into my eyes and gently grabs my arm. “I know today has been tough. How can I make it better?”
A surge of heat courses through my body. I hadn’t planned on screwing in my aunt’s house all summer, but here we are. If I sleep with him right now, it means I have just as many crazy feelings for him, too. Feelings that make me lose all sense of logic.
“I have a few ideas,” I tease, moving closer to him.
He gets up from the table and meets me. “Tell me,” he whispers, placing his hand under my chin and running his thumb over my bottom lip.
This was one of them, I think. He leans in for a kiss, and as I kiss him back, I accept that he’s more than some hookup.
“Have I mentioned you’re extremely good-looking?” I ask between kisses as we stumble toward the bedroom.
“No, you’ve barely said one nice word to me,” he teases.
“You are, like, exactly my type,” I say, pulling his white T-shirt over his head. His abs look perfect.
“Really?”
“Seriously, you’re exactly my type,” I say with a slight laugh. “Brown hair, blue eyes, tall … your side profile … you’re the whole package.”
I unzip the back of my sundress and let it fall to the floor. “And now that I know how successful you are … you’re Adam fucking Harris. That’s wild. You’ve invested in, like, two hundred companies. That’s so attractive to me.”
A desire-filled smirk crosses his face. “Now that I know how talented you are, that makes you even more attractive to me,” he says, gliding his hands down my arms to my hips. Adam picks me up, pinning me against the wall. “You deserve the world,” he says, melting my soul. “Don’t forget that.”
We kiss, slow and tender.
“You were saying you had some ideas,” he teases. “Tell me what you need.”
The way he says need makes my heart race, and I accept that I’m falling for this man. My desire for him is unbearable.
Biting my lip, I whisper, “I need you. All of you.”
He moves his mouth to my neck, placing soft kisses along it. “How would you like to come first?”
“I want your tongue inside of me.”
He carries me to the bed, gently placing me down.
“Just so you know, you’re exactly my type,” he whispers before kissing me passionately, his tongue sliding across mine, making me instantly wet.
“Because I’m twenty-five?” I tease.
He laughs, shaking his head. Rubbing my clit over my nude thong, he says, “I love short girls …” His lips meet mine again.
“I love your curves.” I feel his finger enter me, slowly pulsing.
“I love strong girls,” he says, kissing my stomach as he picks up the pace with his finger, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
I moan in response to his words.
“Your body is what they write songs about and what wars are started over,” he whispers.
I let out a mock chuckle, then feel like an ass as another moan escapes me.
“It’s corny. But it’s true.”
I’m already on the edge. “I need you,” I whine, undoing my strapless bra.
He smiles and kisses me hard, pushing me back onto the bed. “Not yet. You have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen, too.” He slowly pulls off my thong and spreads my legs.
I smile, feeling like I might melt into the bed. He’s so genuinely nice and affectionate—and in tune with my needs.
“I need you,” I say, grabbing at his waist to pull him into me.
“Are you in a rush?” he asks, and I shake my head. “I want to make you come once and then again before I even think about giving you this,” he says, glancing down at his bulge.