Chapter 7 #2
Ugh. It was an innocuous-sounding question, but it made the conversation feel suddenly like we were talking dirty to each other. So I tried to play it off with a shrug.
“I don’t know. Probably just the obvious.”
“Which is?” Adam asked, making me narrow my eyes.
“You’re really going to make me say it?”
“Apparently.”
“Well, for starters, do you pound women like sex toys?”
He smirked. “Only when they want me to.”
My tongue was running along the bottom of my teeth before I knew it. Oh my God, stop that. Put your tongue away, I scolded myself, but it was clearly too late because there was something different in Adam’s crooked little smile now as he watched me. Something… flirtatious?
For fuck’s sake, are we flirting?
I’d barely asked myself the question before I was putting on my poker face, forcing myself to sound as un-sexual as possible as I lowered my voice and said, “I’m just going to tell him that you… did make me come.”
The back of my neck felt like it was on fire as Adam’s curious eyes taunted me. “That’s it?”
I shot him with a look of mock irritation. “Hard—okay?” I added. “Harder than I ever have in my life.”
He nodded with satisfaction before adding, “Twice.”
My eyebrows went up. “Oh, really?”
“Gotta make it realistic,” he smiled just as Craig poked his head back in the room.
“Adam, quick question.”
“I’ll be right there,” he said without taking his eyes off of me.
God. I just wanted to chew the living hell out of my lip, but I suppressed the urge and gave him a little eye roll instead. “Right. Well, while I’m at it, I’ll go ahead and tell him you got the job done in twenty seconds flat.”
“You can if you want. It’s happened before.”
I burst out laughing. “Okay, look, I can believe your nine-inch, no-porn claims if I really have to,” I said with my voice lowered to a murmur as I gave a quick glance toward the door.
“But what I can’t believe is that you’ve made a girl orgasm in a matter of twenty seconds. That’s literally impossible.”
“I understand how it would feel that way when you’ve dated a guy like Caspar for five years.”
“You’re a dick.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“And speaking of dicks, you’d get about twelve thrusts in with twenty seconds.”
“You have no idea how many I’d get in with twenty seconds,” Adam countered, looking thoroughly entertained as he held his gaze on me.
“But for the record, it wasn’t my dick I was using that time,” he said, lingering to watch my taunting smile promptly falter as I processed his words.
Then with a chuckle to himself, he ambled off to meet Craig in the hall.
Leaving me standing alone in the conference room, tingling all over and wondering with hot reluctance what he’d used.
His hands or his mouth.
According to my imagination, it was his mouth.
“Fuck,” I whispered harshly, squeezing my eyes shut for a second and opening them to find that Adam had caught my little moment from the door. Crap, I thought, our eyes locked as he broke into a little laugh before returning swiftly to whatever he was saying to Craig.
Okay.
So this is definitely flirting, I concluded, completely disturbed but also vaguely fascinated, because how the hell did this happen?
For five years, there had been literally nothing between us.
We were practically brother and sister. But suddenly here I was, staring in disbelief at my phone as I held off on texting Caspar about my pretend fuckfest with Adam.
Because it wasn’t to spare Caspar’s feelings.
It was to control my own.
I had denied it since last night, knowing that nothing I felt after all that chaos could be remotely trusted. But clearly, I wasn’t out of the woods today.
Because according to every fiber of my aching hot body, I wanted to fuck my boss.
Which was bad. Very bad.
This weekend was madness, yes, but anything I did this weekend would still have very real consequences on Monday. The kind that would affect the career I’d been busting my ass for since college, and any chance of respect I’d ever have in my industry.
Reminder: this isn’t even real, I told myself.
Yes, Adam Maxwell was objectively hot as sin, but I’d also spent an entire week hyping myself up for a night of wild, sweaty, all-night-long sex.
I’d done my hair. Bought new lingerie. Got a frickin’ Brazilian.
I’d gotten myself all worked up for absolutely nothing to happen—and then I found myself wearing lingerie in front of Adam.
Who definitely did notice my efforts.
So of course I had a case of misplaced horniness.
If it wasn’t an official medical term, it needed to be, because that was exactly my problem right now.
To a tee. I had so much sexual energy pent up inside me and to make it worse, I was sharing a damned hotel room with Adam.
To make it doubly worse, my ex was still wreaking havoc on my emotions, which meant I had no idea what exactly was going on in my head right now, but if there was any one thing I did know, it was this:
Under no circumstances would I be sleeping in the same room as Adam tonight.
I just wouldn’t.
Because for a million and one reasons, I couldn’t let whatever craziness I was feeling right now get any bigger. I couldn’t risk another night like last night.
And I most definitely could not fuck my boss.
No. Never.
Just not gonna happen.