Chapter 11 #2
“I get hard every time I lay eyes on you, so I’d say that ship’s already sailed,” Adam said straightaway, his utter nonchalance sending a shiver down my spine that settled into a hot pulse between my legs.
Still, I steeled myself, doing my best to look impassive, even despite the words he spoke next.
“I’m not doing another week of this, AJ.”
My pulse picked up some more as I arched an eyebrow. “Of what?”
“You avoiding me,” Adam replied swiftly. “Acting like a total stranger around me. We can’t afford this total lapse in communication when we have this much work ahead of us, so I want to take care of this. Now.”
The way he spoke was so assured that I couldn’t hide the bewilderment that pulled my eyebrows together.
“What exactly are you proposing, Adam?”
His reply was unapologetic. “That I give you the orgasm you’ve needed since last week in Palm Beach.”
I inhaled sharply. My heart slammed and my every muscle clenched. Everything inside me was rioting right now, but I pretended to be unfazed.
“What makes you think I didn’t already get it?” I asked.
“It’s painfully obvious you haven’t,” he said.
Okay.
My jaw clenched and I looked away for a second, knowing well that I couldn’t really argue that.
“Well, whether or not I have, it’s only a matter of time, and the last person I need to get it from is you.”
“We both know that isn’t true. You’ve had a week to fuck anyone else, AJ, and judging by how incredibly tense and fucking awkward you’ve been around me all week,” he said, pausing half a beat to soak in my ire, “I’m the only person you actually want it from.
So what I’m proposing right now is that I make you come all over my cock.
” He paused another beat to enjoy the look on my face.
“And after that, we can both stop thinking about this and carry on with our lives.”
I exhaled like I’d been socked in the chest.
“You realize that’s crazy, right? We would be risking our entire working relationship.”
“That’s already gone or we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Adam said, making my ears burn. “As far as I can tell, it can’t get worse than where we’re at now. Which is why I suspect we don’t have a whole lot to lose.”
My toes curled in my shoes.
God, was I crazy or did he have a point?
“Hey, guys?”
I nearly jumped when I heard Liza’s voice behind me.
“Sorry to scare you,” she laughed, touching my arm. “And so sorry to interrupt, Adam. I just wanted to know if you had those signed forms for me to scan.”
“Right here.” Adam held out a folder that I stepped forward to grab before handing it off to Liza.
“Thanks so much. I’ll be right back.”
And once Liza was gone, I turned back to Adam, our eyes boring into each other as I waited for her footsteps to walk far enough away so I could tell him no. That this was crazy.
But when I opened my mouth, different words came out.
“Just this once.” My voice was confoundingly calm. Assertive. My mind was at war with my body, and clearly, it wasn’t winning. “Just this once,” I repeated, “and then we’ll never speak of it again.”
Despite his easy gait, Adam’s eyes were vibrant, lit with an unmistakable thrill.
“You know we’re good at that,” he said calmly. “Anything else?”
My mind raced for a moment. “No kissing,” I decided. “My mouth or my pussy.”
“As long as I get to fuck you, AJ, I’m good.”
I writhed a little as I let his words sink in. They made me feel hot, my clothes feel too tight—like I could feel every shift of fabric against my skin as we gazed at each other in silence, both of us listening to the sound of Liza’s footsteps coming back.
In seconds, her voice was behind me again.
“Here we go,” she said brightly, handing me back the forms and then bringing her smiling eyes to Adam. “Thanks, Adam. Have a good night.”
“You too,” Adam said, his gaze returning smoothly to mine as Liza turned and went. He kept it fixed on me even as he said, “Anyone else out there?”
“No,” Liza called over her shoulder from halfway down the hall. “You guys are the last ones left.”
I suppressed my smirk, shaking my head at the pleased look in Adam’s eyes, and for the next ten seconds, our stares remained locked, unwavering.
But once we heard the ding of the elevator, the air shifted. I caught the flicker in his eye as we listened to the doors open.
And as soon as they closed, he broke the silence.
“May I have those forms back, please?” he asked with a courteousness we both knew was a farce.
There was nothing professional about this moment, so I shot a sarcastic look as I obliged, walking the forms over to him and trying not to melt under the blaze of his stare.
But it felt like I was under the most erotic spotlight.
The entire office was silent save for the neat click of my heels and with Adam’s wolfish gaze roaming freely all over my body, I felt so keenly aware of my breasts in my lace bra.
My hips and thighs wrapped in my tight skirt.
I had literally never been more eager, more aroused.
Of course, I refused to show it.
I was determined to hide any sliver of emotion—to act like this was just something I wanted to get done for the sake of efficiency. It was a little absurd, yes, but I strictly did not want to give Adam any more reason to be smug.
So I kept a fairly straight face on as I finally stood in front of his desk, a wry look in my eye as I handed over the folder.
“Anything else I can do for you?”
It was a question I asked him ten times a day, but this time was obviously different.
A wicked smile on his lips, Adam let his eyes linger on my chest before he said it—the same words that kicked off my dirty little dream.
“Take your clothes off for me.”