Nine
NAOMI
Two Days before Christmas
I’d called Adam from work, asking him to pick me up after he finished with his private appointment.
I’d been back in the office for two weeks, and the transition hadn’t been smooth.
While I missed Felix pretty much all the time, he was in expert hands with Ashley.
Yes, we’d hired him, and he was an absolute marvel with our son.
I missed Adam, even though my guy tried to sneak out of the Wildcatter’s training facility twice a week to treat me to lunch.
Still, I loved my job and had no desire to quit working…but I thought I wanted to work differently. That was something Clara, and I were going to discuss soon. Not yet. First, I needed to seduce my husband.
And I had a grand plan to do so.
I’d given Ashley the heads-up that we’d be home later than usual. He also knew not to tell Adam I had a surprise in store.
Like Keelie, Millie, and Ida Jane, Ashley was now in my inner circle of trust—he had to be in order to watch Felix. He’d joined Felix, Adam, and Mimi on the most important list. In fact, he’d turned into the father I’d always wanted, and even Adam saw him as a wise uncle.
I wasn’t sure what we’d do without Ashley, and I never wanted to find out. Felix adored the furry ex-military medic, and Ashley coaxed smiles out of our son with more ease than either Adam or me.
I wasn’t jealous of his ability. Nope, Ashley was too awesome for me to be jealous of. And he’d been the one to help me put together my epic plan to seduce Adam tonight.
So, yeah, Felix’s manny rocked.
“Naomi? Sweetheart?” Adam walked down the hall toward my office.
It was after six and Clara had left a while ago.
I had laid out our dinner from Adam’s favorite restaurant on the plates I had taken from the house.
I was lounging back in my chair, legs crossed, holding a half-filled wine glass, when Adam walked down the hall toward my office.
As Adam stepped into my doorway, he saw my long, bare leg in a black peep-toe stiletto and a white corset stitched with black threads and gleaming beads that pushed up my breasts, and I enjoyed feeling this sexy and powerful.
I had a silky black robe that caressed my shoulders and arms to my elbows. It was open, natch, to show off the corset…and my breasts.
Adam’s steps faltered, and his breath caught. Even from here, I could see his pupils dilate.
“Fuck, Naomi…fuck,” he whispered, awed.
“You like?”
“Yes.”
I took a sip of my wine before I set it on the small glass table and uncrossed my legs, rising in a fluid motion. Adam’s chest rose and fell.
He definitely liked my ensemble. As soon as I’d seen it in the catalog last month, I’d known this was the outfit for this moment: the first time Adam and I would be intimate since Felix’s arrival.
“Join me.” I waved toward the table.
“You ordered dinner?” Adam’s gaze slid from me toward the table.
“I did. Your favorite.”
He snaked his arm around my waist, tightening it so that my chest pressed to his.
Adam shifted a little to ensure we meshed hip-to-hip and thigh-to-thigh, too.
He nuzzled against my neck, his lips drifting along my jaw.
“You’re my favorite, Naomi. You taste so sweet, you smell delicious, and you look fabulous.
” He kissed me with all his lurid focus.
I loved it. My fingers clamped against his biceps as I held on as he ravaged my mouth with his tongue, nipping with his teeth, soothing with a soft caress of his lips.
Adam was a kissing god, and, though I’d never tell him so, all that practice before me had paid off.
He made me gasp and moan as my nipples grew taut and my panties damp.
I loved kissing Adam because I was his focus.
He didn’t just kiss me; he created a conversation—an erotic one that caused our bodies to warm as desire flowed from our lips outward and downward.
The growing bulge of his erection pressed against the soft give in my belly, and I tipped my hips to cradle him better. Adam responded by growling deep and low and spearing his fingers into my hair, pinning me in place as he shifted his lips to delve deeper into the recesses of my mouth.
I whimpered as I pressed tighter against him, desperate for more. He ripped his mouth from mine. His eyes were wide and wild, his expression fierce, his lips damp and plump. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes. Now.”
He didn’t ask if I was sure. I was. We were both needy…
desperate for him to be inside of me. He spun me around and I dropped my forearms to the table between the plates and Adam caressed my bare ass, gripping at my cheeks.
Kissing my shoulder first, he then trailed his lips down my spine as he slid my panties over my hips.
Adam settled on the ground between my parted thighs and kissed my lower lips with as much fervor and skill as he had on my other lips moments before.
My body tightened as my breath broke, the pleasure growing, building, unbearable…
He flicked his tongue over my clit and my breath halted.
He grazed his teeth over the nub, and I broke.
The pleasure slammed into me as I dropped my head back and moaned, shook and finally screamed.
Adam rode the tidal wave with me, using two fingers to prolong the rush.
As my muscles eased, he rose and in the next moment, his cock pressed against my core, rubbing my delicate tissue, sending me back into the spiral of delight.
“Adam, Adam, Adam…”
His name was a litany, a prayer, a plea. He kissed my shoulder, my cheek, and as I turned toward him, the corner of my lips.
I’d gone back on the pill last month, which meant we didn’t need to worry about condoms. We’d talked about this next step over the past couple of days.
“You surprised me, sweetheart. I planned to take you out, romance you…you always seem to be a step ahead.”
With a glide of his hips, he slid inside me, heavy and thick and so fucking perfect my eyes rolled back in my head and my knees threatened to give out. He gripped my thighs, spreading my legs a little wider as he pumped in and out of my body.
“So good…Naomi, you feel amazing. Missed this…missed you like this…Love you, sweetheart. You feel so perfect…”
I moaned and gasped, past words as he fucked into me over and over, the strokes long and sublime. He edged me higher, closer to another burst of pleasure. His rhythm increased, his breath grew ragged. I scratched at the table, seeking purchase from his hard thrusts.
I rose on my tiptoes as desire built, spiraled, grew taut…and crashed over me once more.
This time, Adam pumped his release into me with a harsh groan. Adam and I were both breathing heavily, and he rested his forehead in the middle of my back..
“That was…” Adam paused.
“Sublime. And much needed, I think.”
He chuckled, then kissed my cooling skin. “Yeah. You’re amazing, Naomi.”
He withdrew, and I whimpered as my sensitive flesh parted for him. I shivered as tiny aftershocks rocked my nerves. Adam rubbed his palms up and down my back, soothing me. After a long moment, I inhaled, then sighed.
“Our food’s cold.”
Adam laughed. “Worth every bite of cold pasta to have been inside you, sweetheart.”
“Sweet talker.”
He scoffed as he finished buttoning his khakis that went along with his Wildcatters polo shirt—the unofficial uniform of the coaching staff.
“That, I’m not. I tell it like it is—and you, Naomi, my dear wife, are the most incredible fuck.” He shot me a wink.
I preened a little, enjoying the raunchy compliment too much. But, hey, I was sex drunk and quite pleased with my seduction plan.
He cupped my elbow and helped me up, which I needed because my legs were still languorous. I’d missed this feeling—this level of relaxation. He shot me a hooded look that promised more.
In response, I squeezed my thighs together. I sure hoped so because I wanted lots more of the pleasure Adam just gave me.
“Give me a moment,” I murmured. I gathered up my robe that he’d pushed off my shoulders during our kisses and beelined toward the bathroom I shared with Clara.
I ran down the hallway once I’d wrapped myself in the semi-sheer fabric, even though I was sure no one else was here.
It was one thing to be naked around Adam; I had no desire to flash my skin—or my naughty bits—to my friend and boss.
Once I’d taken care of business and cleaned up, I slipped on a new pair of panties and my work clothes, which I’d stored in the bag that had held my new lingerie.
I put the lingerie back in the bag and smiled at the items. As I washed my hands, I noted my bright, if sleepy eyes and my wild hair.
My lips appeared bee-stung plump and my cheeks flushed.
I looked well loved. I felt it, too. And I couldn’t be happier.
I reentered my office to find Adam looking out the window. He turned and my heart fluttered in my chest. This man, this large, hard man, was mine.
I padded forward, my feet light on the hardwood floors.
I went to wrap my arms around him, but Adam shook his head. A slight frown marred his brow.
“I love the lingerie, but I like you in this dress, too.”
I twirled, feeling perky, trying to remove the perturbed expression from his face.
“What? This old thing?”
It was a sweater dress from a high-end designer I’d bought last week when I went shopping with Ida Jane.
That girl kicked and screamed every time I headed toward the Galleria, but the minute I pulled into the Nordstrom’s parking lot, she was out the car door like a shot.
She had a lot more hang-ups about spending her man’s money than I did.
I wore items that made me feel feminine, beautiful, empowered. Adam benefitted from my feelings, so it was a win-win.
“Yes, that beautiful dress looks gorgeous on you, sweetheart. Though, knowing you, I won’t love the credit card statement.”
I fluttered my lashes at him. “You won’t hate it.”
His lip curled upward, but that infernal brow-pucker refused to dissipate.