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  Adam’s brown eyes were no longer bright or relaxed. He glanced at his watch. “It’s eleven fifteen. They are probably more than ready to get us out of here.”

  Eleven fifteen? We’d been sitting there for hours. How was that possible?

  He grabbed the bill and opened his wallet.

  “How much is my half?”

  “Dinner is on me.” He stacked several bills on top of the check and stood up. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

  I looked at his outstretched hand. It felt like a turning point. I could still walk away. But taking his hand somehow seemed final. Like I was sealing the deal. His fingers were worn and rough, probably from working on his cars, and all I could think about was how amazing they would feel against my skin. I took his hand.

  Adam yanked me up out of the seat, sending an electric current up my arm.

  Was that excitement? I hadn’t felt that in a long, long time…

  “Good night, Hannah. Thanks for letting us stay so late,” Adam called as he ushered me out of the restaurant, onto the street and the ten steps to the door that led up to my apartment, never releasing my hand.

  “Thanks for walking me home, I know it was terribly out of the way,” I joked, looking up at him and smiling softly. How was it that we still hadn’t kissed?

  I wanted him to kiss me.

  He chuckled. I liked (far too much) that I made him laugh. “You like living here?” he asked, looking up at the building.

  “What’s not to like? Food, beach, walking distance to work.” He was close, but not close enough. It was like the game he played at dinner. Teasing me.

  It was time I played back. I stared him directly in the eye and let him hear my altered breathing. He was affecting me and I wanted him to know it. I licked my lower lip and took a deep breath, letting my breasts rise and fall seductively.

  Adam’s gaze dipped to my lips and then to my chest exactly as I suggested. He may be in control of me, but I was in control of him. I could feel the electricity building between us. The anticipation had me lightheaded and wet.

  To my relief, he stepped into me, grasping my free hand so he had just my fingertips held lightly inside his. It was the only part of us that was actually touching and the pressure built up behind that touch was explosive.

  With the wicked smile I’d been waiting for all night, Adam gently tugged on my hand, pulling my body flush against his, and kissed me.

  And oh sweet Jesus—Adam was a phenomenal kisser. His arm came around my waist, pressing my hips into his, while his other hand fisted at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back and opening my mouth to him.

  His tongue was foreign and strange, but I loved how it felt to have his soft tongue stroking mine.

  My body melded against his, seeking more contact, more friction. God, I needed some friction.

  And then—his fucking phone rang. I hadn’t heard the damn thing all night. I just assumed it was off or on silent. But no, it chose now of all times—when I was just about to yank my new fuck buddy upstairs—to finally ring.

  Adam looked at me, startled. “Um, I’m really sorry, I have to take this.” But he didn’t move. He kept me pressed against him as he slid the clamoring electronic device out of his pocket and shoved it against his ear. “What?”

  I liked how strong Adam was. His arm was wrapped firmly, possessively, around my waist. I ground my hips slowly against his thigh and hips while he talked, a dark curtain falling over his eyes with each rock of my hips.

  Maybe I didn’t really need him after all. Just his arm and his leg…

  “No, I’ll be right there.”

  Adam shoved his phone back in his pocket and his jaw flexed. Angry Adam was hot.

  “Bad news?”

  “There is a problem and unfortunately, it can’t wait.”

  I pressed against him again, flexing my fingers into the firm muscles of his biceps. “Not even fifteen minutes?” What kind of problem could possibly be more important than sex?

  Adam flushed, pushed me against the brick of the building, and kissed me hard. His body arched into mine and I felt the telltale firmness of his erection. “Fuck,” he swore as he swallowed and leaned his forehead against mine. “I can’t. This can’t wait and I can’t do you in fifteen minutes. I need more time than that.”

  “Please?” I groaned. It was sad and desperate, but I was so turned on. He’d been on my mind all day and I needed a release.

  “Fuck,” he swore again, “Do you have your key?”

  I grinned. Yes, this was happening. I handed him my key and he yanked open the door. Just inside was a small foyer and a set of stairs. It was empty and quiet. He shut the door, dropped my keys, and pushed me against the wall. “Keep an eye out, gorgeous.”

  I swallowed as he ran his hand over my clit. We weren’t going up to my room? “I’m just one floor up…”

  “No time,” he gasped as he nuzzled my neck and worked my clit some more.

  “No time?” I asked, throwing my head back against the wall as Adam lifted my skirt. “Oh fuck it. I don’t care.”

  I felt his grin against my skin a split second before he kneeled in front of me, hooking his finger around my panties and pulling them to the side. With two fingers he plunged deep and I cried out.

  Dear god it felt good to have part of him—any part of him—inside me. I’d take what I could get. Warm, firm, insistent, just like Adam. He moved his fingers in and out of me slowly, then, just as slowly, his warm tongue made contact with my clit. The combination of sensations was overwhelming and my knees went weak.

  Adam reached up with his free hand and held my hips in place. I wasn’t going anywhere. But we were out in the open. Anyone else could come home at any moment and Adam had some stupid emergency he needed to get back to, so I needed to find that release fast.

  His fingers curled, his tongue stroked, and I reached inside my blouse, caressing my breast and moving my sensitive nipple against the fabric of my bra until it was free. I pinched lightly at first, then rolled it between my thumb and forefinger.

  That did it. The buildup hit me all at once—there was nothing slow about this climax. I released my nipple and clapped my hand over my mouth to quiet my moans. Adam didn’t let up. He worked me inside and out, fingers and tongue, until I sagged, panting against the wall.

  If he was this good in five minutes in a foyer, I was going to love a full night in a bed.

  He withdrew his fingers then moved my panties back into place, sliding my skirt down my legs, and adjusting my blouse before taking the lapels in his hands and looking down into my eyes. “Call that a preview of the next two weeks.”

  I nodded. I was completely speechless.

  “Have breakfast with me?” His voice was soft, but insistent. “I don’t want to wait until tomorrow night.”

  Yes. Breakfast. My foggy mind was willing to do anything for more of what Adam Callaway was selling.

  “Where?” he asked. He sounded breathier now, too. The bulge in his pants was straining against the seams.

  I pointed behind me. “Diner across the street.”

  He nodded. “Ok. Six?”

  “Six,” I agreed with another nod, just in case I wasn’t actually speaking.

  “Good,” he replied, dropping several soft kisses on my lips before he pressed my keys into my hand and left.

  Chapter 3

  Monday late

  I didn’t sleep. Not really. Mostly I lay awake staring at the ceiling fan as it swirled overhead. What the fuck was I thinking?

  I knew exactly what I was thinking: sex. Adam sex, to be specific. I wanted all of it. There was something special about him that my body responded to in a way that it had never done before. Sex was always easy for me. All it took was a guy I was attracted to who had a modicum of talent. If he wasn’t up to the task I was more than happy to take control, get what I needed, and get out.

  But Adam sex wasn’t like that. It was easy, intense, and satisfying…and we hadn’t actu
ally had sex yet. Which was precisely why I was lying in my bed counting down the minutes until six o’clock. He’d left me satisfied, but wanting more. As I shifted, my sheets grazed across my naked body. I was hyper stimulated from my earlier encounter and it didn’t take much to arouse me all over again.

  But did I wait for Adam, draw it out so that I was wet and waiting in the morning, or did I give in and satisfy my craving in order to give myself a level head?

  I gave in.

  It was as much fun to fantasize about what Adam would be like as it was to feel his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside me. He was tall and muscular, which meant he’d be heavy on top of me. He’d be firm in all the right places.

  I spread my legs and arched my back, the sheet dragging along my nipples until they broke free. Tiny spikes of pleasure shot through me. That was going to be number one on my list: I wanted Adam’s mouth on my nipples.

  It was dark and quiet. My breath was the only sound in the room as I slid my finger down and touched the same spots Adam had touched earlier.

  He was good. Normally I needed to guide my lovers the first time. But not Adam. He didn’t need any coaching—he just knew.

  I froze, one finger on my clit, one stroking the entrance to my sex. He knew me. Adam just seemed to know what to do whether it was talking or touching. It was natural. Too natural.

  I banished the thought, squeezing my eyes shut, pinching my nipple with my other hand.

  Pleasure. This was all about pleasure. Nothing else mattered. If Adam was as good in bed as he’d been earlier, then the next two weeks were about pleasure and nothing else. If I was lucky, Adam would satisfy me so well I wouldn’t need to look for another man for weeks.

  Or months.

  I moved the base of my palm over my clit so I could slide two fingers inside, just like Adam had. I wondered how big his cock was. Would he fill me? Would his hips rock against mine so that his dick reached placed my fingers couldn’t?

  Normally I was quick to satisfy myself, but I let my fantasies take over. The more I thought about Adam, the more I wished it was him inside me. My hand was suddenly completely unsatisfying.

  I gave up with a groan and rolled over to my nightstand, digging down beneath the notebooks and pulled out a bag. I knew where it was even in the dark. Unfortunately my lack of desire for relationships also meant I had to call in a bag of toys from time to time. One-night stands and the occasional fuck buddies were nice, but they were hard to come by and didn’t last long.

  I felt inside the bag and my fingers fell on the large, shockingly lifelike dildo almost immediately. I tossed the bag aside—lube wasn’t going to be an issue. I was ridiculously wet.

  It was large and took several strokes to get wet enough to move inside me. I liked them big—the bigger the better. A little pain with my pleasure always added to the fun. I pushed and stroked until it glided all the way inside to where I’d just fantasized about Adam reaching. Would he feel like this? Satisfy me so completely by stretching me until I thought I might scream?

  I rocked my hips as if it were Adam on top of me, his weight pushing back against me. My body ached and contracted around the invasion and my arms quivered as my breath quickened. Yes, I knew Adam would feel this good. I knew he would because he’d been this good with just his mouth and fingers. If I had all of him…well, I was confident in his skills as a lover.

  I slowly pulled the dildo out until I was empty and my body was aching for more before I slid it all the way back in. I loved the feeling of expanding until my body could accommodate the girth. I was so wet it was everywhere, on my fingers and palms, and dripping down onto the sheet beneath me.

  It had been a long time since I’d been this turned on. I left it buried inside me and my body throbbed until it ached, the pressure of so much being inside me when all my body wanted to do was explode. What would it feel like when Adam’s hands were massaging my breasts? I let my legs fall open, freeing up my hands to explore. Would he be gruff and grab? Or gentle and caress? I tried out both motions, deciding either one worked. Then I ran my thumb over my erect nipple. It took my breath away.

  My entire body heated and trembled. I brushed my thumb again and again and called out when the pleasure became too much. My hips rocked automatically and the dildo moved just enough to drive me wild from the inside out.

  I ran my other thumb over my other nipple and gasped. Even better. Having both of Adam’s hands and his mouth at my disposal was going to be a fantasy come true. I teased both nipples at the same time, groaning and calling out incoherently until I needed more, rolling my nipples between my fingers, taking the pleasure up one more notch.

  My core was painfully throbbing now. The large fake cock was on the edge of being too much for my body to handle. I released my right nipple and fumbled for the toy, yanking it out a split second before I slammed it back in. The bite of pleasure and pain overwhelmed. I did it again and again until I was panting and seeing stars. Then I buried it deep inside me, imagining Adam burying himself inside me just before coming hard and long, then rolled both my nipples one more time, throwing myself over the edge of insanity.

  I yelled out, groaning and grunting, pinching my nipples, rocking my hips, and letting the dildo move inside me until I collapsed against the bed, completely incapable of doing anything but panting.

  Chapter 4

  Tuesday morning

  I actually slept pretty soundly after that. I was just about to walk across the street to the diner when my phone rang. It was Allison.

  “Good morning!” She was far too chipper. She was on London time and probably on her third cup of coffee.

  “Good morning,” I replied as I searched for a hair tie.

  “You have time to talk before work?”

  I bit my lip. Allison was going to know something was up the minute I said no. “Actually I’m about to have breakfast with a client.”

  The line was silent for a moment. My position on the historic preservation board meant that I occasionally met with business owners about renovations and construction projects around town. But I never had breakfast meetings. I wasn’t a morning person. Allison had lived with me for years and knew this all too well.

  “Who with?” she finally asked.

  I hesitated, and that was what did me in.

  Allison gasped. “You met someone. You’re having breakfast with someone!”

  “I didn’t meet someone. I met a guy I want to bang while I’m bored.”

  “And he’s taking you to breakfast.”

  My chest ached. I didn’t want Adam to be someone. “It’s just breakfast.”

  “Liz, you can’t hide for the rest of your life. I know you think you’re doing yourself a favor keeping everyone at arm’s length, but you’re not. At some point you have to let people in.”

  “I let you in. That’s enough.”

  “No it’s not. I’m not there and I won’t always be there for you, Lizzy. You need more than two people in your life.”

  A small part of me knew she was right, no matter how much I hated hearing it. “I don’t think a vacation fuck is the place to start.”

  That got a giggle out of her. “Vacation fuck? So he’s only in town for a few days? Score. He’s perfect.”

  “How is he perfect?”

  “No strings, sweetie. You can have fun, eat breakfast, and let yourself go for a change. He’ll be gone soon enough. You couldn’t find anyone more perfect for you.”

  She sounded just like Adam.

  “Well, I’m supposed to be meeting him in two minutes.”

  “Just live in the moment for a change. Seriously, you can’t control everything. And what… what might happen? I promise it’s not the end of the world to feel something.”

  That was where she was wrong. I liked being numb. Numb and alone were safe and I’d come to treasure my safety more than anything else.

  “Have a good day at work Allie.”

  “You too.”

  I slid my ph
one into my messenger bag, slung it over my shoulder, and locked the door before heading across the street. I loved eating breakfast at the diner. The food was exceptional and fantastically greasy. It was perfect for hangovers.

  At exactly six o’clock I was seated in my favorite booth next to the window. The morning news was playing on a television mounted on the wall and the waitress set a steaming cup of coffee in front of me without asking.

  I was halfway through my cup when Adam ducked through the door. His hair was more tousled than I’d seen it and he didn’t look like he’d slept particularly well, but he looked fantastic. His black t-shirt was tightly fitted and instead of pants he wore red basketball shorts and sneakers.

  I stood up as he strode toward me. He lightly grabbed my fingertips with his again, the simple connection sending a jolt of electricity up my arm, before he gently tugged and planted a soft kiss on my lips, sending my head back into a tailspin. “Thanks for meeting me.” His voice was still husky from sleep.

  It was hot.

  “Thanks for making me come.” This time I meant it exactly how it sounded.

  Adam grinned and bounced his eyebrows. “The pleasure was all mine.”

  He quickly looked over the menu and we both ordered. I got my usual: an omelet with hash browns and sausage. Adam grinned like a fool at the way I’d emphasized the sausage order.

  “Did you get your problem taken care of?”

  Adam grunted and took a sip of coffee. “Yes. It took several hours but it’s handled.”

  “I guess that explains why you look so tired.”

  “Actually, it was this girl. I had her on my mind all night. It made sleeping difficult.”

  I looked at him over my mug as I tried to come up with something witty to say. Anything that would turn the banter back into something playful. “You should watch out for girls like that. I’ve heard they can be dangerous.”

  Truth and deflection all in one.

  He stared me down, a frown pulling on the corners of his lips. “I’m not worried.” His face hardened and I noticed he was making a tight fist around his coffee mug. And then all of a sudden he relaxed, a friendly smile washed away everything I’d just seen.