Chapter 9 #2
“Oh, just the fact that you have a full roster of eager fuck buddies in every city,” I replied, my tipsy gaze fluttering down to his broad shoulders in that black suit, and that white shirt so perfectly fitted against his hard chest. “I can’t imagine that you’ve been sexually frustrated anytime in recent memory,” I said, bringing my eyes back up to find his gaze heavy on me.
“I think you’d be surprised,” he said, his voice suddenly husky, prickling over my skin. “Believe it or not, the past twenty-four hours haven’t exactly been a cakewalk for me.”
A shiver darted up my spine as I swallowed. “Because my Caspar drama cock-blocked your date last night?” I asked hopefully.
He looked at me with a knowing smirk that he let sink into my skin, waiting till I was fully hot all over before he answered.
“Because I saw you damn near spilling out of that black lingerie and then I told your fiancé that I was going to fuck you all night,” he said bluntly.
“And since then, I haven’t had any time alone to…
” His eyebrows pulled slightly together as he wet his lips and chose his words.
“Take care of myself. As you would say.”
My heart slammed against my chest as I processed his words.
Unless I was hammered again, my boss just admitted to wanting to jerk off to the thought of me.
Wow. Okay. I was shocked. And floored.
And so completely turned on.
But I refused to show it.
“Well… you could have gotten it done in the shower,” I pointed out smartly.
Adam’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “Seemed like a bit of a risk with you right outside the door.”
“I mean I doubt I would have heard you jerking your dick over the sound of the water running.”
“No.” He took a drink. “But you would’ve heard me come.”
Oh.
I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth, the casual filth of his words making my pussy clench so hard I wondered if it was physically possible to be turned on any harder than I was.
But just as the thought crossed my mind, Josh’s voice reentered our space.
“Hey, babe—” He spun around only to bump directly into the server passing in front of us. “Shit!”
My pulse spiked as two flutes of champagne toppled off the tray. But in a flash, I felt Adam grab my waist and jerk me close, my body crashing against his just as the glass splintered at my feet.
“Miss!” The server was immediately frantic. “Miss, I apologize! Are you hurt?”
Eyes wide, my heart pounded. “No, I’m okay! I’m fine,” I assured him as he held his arms out to block anyone else from passing. And as a few other servers rushed over to clean, I joined everyone around me in reacting to the scene, making sure I wasn’t in the way.
Of course, it was all an act.
Because while I had my head twisted around, staring wide-eyed at the sea of champagne and shattered glass at my feet, all I actually processed was the fact that Adam was still grasping me tightly in his arms, the front of my body still pressed flush against his and every inch of him feeling so hot and hard against me. His chest. His abs.
His cock.
Holy fuck.
My mouth fell lightly open as my fingers curled hard against his chest, and though I was still looking behind me at the mess, it was all just a cover at this point. A ploy to direct everyone else’s attention to the ground so they wouldn’t see what was happening right in front of them.
My boss pressing his steel erection against me.
And my cheeks flushing as I leaned into him, lightly writhing against it.
I convinced myself it was for balance till I felt Adam’s hot breath near my ear.
“Don’t do that unless you want to get fucked, AJ.”
My eyes glazed over as I stared at the shattered glass, the low murmur of his threat sending both a chill up my spine and a flood of heat in my panties.
Holy hell.
This is your fucking boss, AJ, I reminded myself as the servers began sweeping at my feet. The man who employs you, so for the love of God, peel yourself off his rock-hard body and throw your panties in the trash like this never happened, I implored myself as Josh’s laugh pierced through my fog.
“Damn, babe. Got you all wet.”
He leaned down, dabbing a napkin to the back of my calf and alerting me to the fact that clean-up was over now—that I was standing on my own two feet, staring at a fully swept floor as I felt the remaining bit of Adam’s touch—his hand on my hip—slide slowly off my body.
“My bad, AJ. Let’s get you another drink,” Josh said as I finally lifted my head to look over at Adam. And as soon as our eyes locked, my heart leapt in my throat.
He was leaning casually against the bar and at first glance he was stoic, impassive.
But I could see the thick, hot lust behind his heavy-lidded gaze, and the half-second clench of his jaw as our eyes remained locked for another few seconds.
Don’t do that unless you want to get fucked, AJ.
Did he really say that to me? It was ten seconds ago, but it felt like a fever dream now.
“Come on. I got some friends to introduce you to,” Josh said as he placed a flute of champagne in my hands.
I was still staring at Adam, but without protest, I let Josh usher me away, because I needed to separate myself right now.
I needed to be as far as physically possible from Adam for the rest of the night, because as many times as we’d played things off this weekend, the tension was now unmanageable.
I mean how could it not be? I had just felt the full length of Adam’s cock throbbing against me and my pussy hasn’t stopped clenching since.
My head was still spinning and I was so worked up I could barely handle Josh touching my back as he introduced me to some people whose names I didn’t even try to catch.
Still, I stood up straight, giving my best smile and chatting along, faking perfectly normal despite the fact that Josh was letting his hand slide down to the small of my back.
And the fact that Adam was still watching me like a hawk from the bar.
I didn’t have to look to know. I could feel it. I’d always been able to feel his stare and generally, I didn’t mind that. I liked it. It made communication between us faster. Easier. But tonight, he was weaponizing it. Using it to remind me of what I felt before.
Which was admittedly the hottest ten seconds of my life.
Shit. I needed to text Georgia.
No.
As soon as I had the thought, I changed my mind, because I knew I couldn’t.
My best friend had been suppressing Team Adam vibes for years now, and I knew she’d only be the devil on my shoulder—especially when she heard the full story.
That Caspar cheated. That technically, I could sleep with Adam if I really wanted to.
So I whipped out my phone to text the strictest voice of reasoning in my life.
ME: Tell me I can’t sleep with my boss.
EMILY: Excuse me??
EMILY: Obviously you can’t?? Why are you texting me this??
When I didn’t answer right away, she called, but I ignored it, so she texted again.
EMILY: What is happening right now?? You are ENGAGED Adrienne are you on drugs???
I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth.
I was not engaged. But I couldn’t rule out the drugs.
I hadn’t taken any, but they would certainly explain the absolute batshit crazy taking over my mind right now.
It was bad, taking on a life of its own and forcing me to imagine a scenario in which I just went home with Adam tonight and let him fuck me as hard as I knew he would.
Okay, no.
I needed out.
So once I finished chugging my champagne, I flashed a smile to the group, ignoring Josh’s bewilderment as I abruptly excused myself to the bathroom, where I found Liza sighing with boredom as she texted. Looking up, she cracked a grin.
“You look like you’re over it,” she snorted. And when I only blinked in response, she went back to texting. “Girl, I’m over it too. Me and the Melissas are sneaking out soon to hit a club. You in?”
My eyes lit up as my brain saw flashes of hope. Sweaty dancing. Sexy strangers.
Zero signs of Adam Maxwell.
I didn’t need to think before I was nodding vigorously.
“Hell yes. Let’s go.”