Rising Star by JS Taylor Page B

know about that,” I say.
    “It would be my pleasure,” he says sincerely.
    “It’s really generous of you. But I don’t like the idea of not paying you back.”
    Adam rolls his eyes, exasperated.
    “How about we say, you pay me back when you make your first million?” he suggests.
    “But what if I never…”
    “I have absolute faith in you,” he says, cutting me off. “Talent like yours can’t fail to succeed.”
    “It’s very generous of you,” I say, smiling weakly.
    Adam smiles. “You don’t know the store yet,” he points out. “I could be taking you to the 99p shop.”
    I laugh. “Somehow,” I say, “I don’t think that’s your style.”
     

Chapter 16
     
    We finish our breakfast, and Adam settles the bill.
    All the drama of earlier has faded away, and I feel almost completely at ease again. The problem with Dez has vanished under Adam’s deft management. And suddenly the future looks much brighter than it has in days.
    I glance fondly at Adam, thinking how much I like him.
    I hadn’t realised how much stress I’d been under. But now it’s gone, it’s like my feelings for Adam have turbo charged.
    As he guides me out of the restaurant, he drops his hand to just above my ass. And it’s like a lust bomb has detonated.
    Jeez. Is this what they mean about danger and sex?
    Suddenly I’m beyond desire for this man. I feel like a lust-soaked teenager.
    Does he feel the same?
    I sneak a glance at Adam’s expression, but it’s unreadable.
    Just me then.
    All the same, I’m relishing being close to him as we move into the empty corridor exiting Roast. Since we missed out on the date last night, we’ve got some lost time to make up. I let my imagination wander over what might happen later.
    Mmmmm.
    As I’m indulging in a fantasy of a later date, Adam’s arm moves to wrap around my waist. And before I know what’s happening, he’s pushing me up against the wall.
    Oh. Wow.
    His lips slam into mine, and my body explodes in desire for him. Adam’s hands tunnel roughly under my skirt, as our mouths search deeper.
    This is so hot.
    I have a fleeting thought that we’re in a public corridor. But it’s smacked back down by a hot lava flow of desire. Right now, I want him so badly, I can’t control myself.
    Adam moves me a few steps, and I catch a sign for the ladies bathroom. Then we’re tumbling back through the door and into the washroom.
    I inhale clean soaps and citrus fragrance as Adam half walks, half carries me inside. Then he’s bundling me into a stall, and shutting the door.
    We’re about to make out… In a bathroom stall?
    The inappropriateness of our environment barely registers. Adam wrenches up my skirt full around my hips, and pauses to assess my barely-dressed lower half.
    “I want you,” he growls, “now.”
    His hands are under my T-shirt now, freeing my bra, and roaming over my breasts. I gasp as his fingers find out my nipples, and tweak them.
    “Take your shirt off,” I gasp, fighting for air beneath the passion of our deep kisses.
    Adam draws back for a moment, and then his shirt is up over his head, and off.
    My eyes roam his taut chest. The array of colourful tattoos.
    Adam moves so his fists are clutching the side of my panties, and before I realise what’s happening, he rips them clean away.
    Shit! He’s just ripped my panties off!
    The tattered remains of my panties drop to the bathroom floor.
    “Now,” he says, emphasising the word with his eyes, and unbuttoning his jeans.
    I nod, keeping my eyes on him, and then I feel his hardness spring free and press against me, as he yanks himself clear of his boxers.
    He pulls a condom from his pocket, rips the foil and slides it on. I’m trembling with anticipation at what he’ll do next.
    Then he lifts me square onto his hips, as though I weighed nothing. And he’s inside me. Deep inside me.
    Oh!
    I’ve never had him this deep before. The position allows me no escape from his length. My body weight forces