about to let me forget who’s in charge here. “What about this?”
Those teasing fingers pinch the peak of my breast, just hard enough to send a surge of liquid heat through my core.
I stifle a cry against the hot satin of his chest, and my hips buck wildly. Writhing against him, my mouth seeks his again, desperate to get lost in the warm, wet heat of his kiss.
This time when his tongue slips past my lips, he palms the curves of my ass and lifts, urging me to wrap my legs around his lean, sexy as sin hips. He purrs with satisfaction when my skirt rides up, bring my heat against his hardness.
He could take me like this... the flimsy crotchless panties that Amy provided me with are hardly any kind of a barrier. In fact, they leave my sensitive flesh wide open to rasp over the fabric of his trousers, and each rock of his hips makes me shudder with need.
Yes, he could drive into me right here, just like this. All he’d have to do is lower the zipper of hit pants, and we could burn together.
I’d let him. Hell, I’d lead the way.
From the look of his face, he knows it. But beneath that cocky exterior, there’s a hint of wonder, like what he’s experiencing with me is a slice of heaven that he never expected to find. So, instead of slipping his fingers between me, sliding his cock into my waiting heat, he kisses a trail of damp caresses down my neck, over my shoulder, then back up to my lips.
The small nip on the tender flesh of my earlobe nearly does me in... and the soft, sweet kiss he plants on my mouth after absolutely does. Wide eyed, I bury my face in his neck, overcome with the emotion that drives this thing between us.
My body is wracked with shudders as intense as if he’d made me come, and I can’t stop the sensations from rioting through me.
“You’re tearing me to pieces.” Adam whispers in my ear, his breath ragged. I can feel his pulse thundering against my own.
“Mmm.” I have no words, murmuring into his chest instead.
“You asked me what you were doing here.” Slowly, carefully, he lowers me back to my feet. I kick aside my shoes, toes curling into the carpet instead.
“Does this answer some of it?” When he cups my chin in a gentle palm, feathers his fingers down over my throat in an unmistakeable mark of possession, I feel so cherished I could cry. I actually have to blink hard to keep the prickle of tears at bay, I’m so overcome with emotion, with the feeling of rightness that I feel, here in Adam’s arms.
I don’t cry. To grow up in one piece in Green Acres, I learned that at a very young age. And because of that beginning, I can’t just give in that last bit, can’t just take Adam by the hand and lead him into the bedroom of the suite. I need to be sure, need to know that I’m not making a mistake.
“How do I know I’m not just entertainment?” I don’t finish the sentence, but I don’t have to.
He hired me for the week. Ultimately, if he plays the Miss Black card, I’ll have to do whatever he wants. And at the end of the week he can send me home and never look back.
The way his expression changes, I instantly know that I’ve said the wrong thing. Abruptly, mechanically, he steps ba ck, runs a hand through his hair.
His lips are set in a tense line as he unwinds my arms from around his neck, removes the necktie that binds me and stuffs it in his pocket. Eyes fixed on mine, he removes the key card for our room, opens the door, then gestures for me to go inside.
Silently, not sure how this changed so quickly when my mouth is still swollen from his kisses, I pick up my shoes and carry them inside.
He doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything else, so I go to stand by the wall of glass, looking out at the cotton candy hues of the sun setting over the ocean.
I don’t hear him approach, and yet I’m not startled to feel his lips move against my ear.
“You don’t know that you’re not entertainment anymore than I know I’m not just another john.” I
Those teasing fingers pinch the peak of my breast, just hard enough to send a surge of liquid heat through my core.
I stifle a cry against the hot satin of his chest, and my hips buck wildly. Writhing against him, my mouth seeks his again, desperate to get lost in the warm, wet heat of his kiss.
This time when his tongue slips past my lips, he palms the curves of my ass and lifts, urging me to wrap my legs around his lean, sexy as sin hips. He purrs with satisfaction when my skirt rides up, bring my heat against his hardness.
He could take me like this... the flimsy crotchless panties that Amy provided me with are hardly any kind of a barrier. In fact, they leave my sensitive flesh wide open to rasp over the fabric of his trousers, and each rock of his hips makes me shudder with need.
Yes, he could drive into me right here, just like this. All he’d have to do is lower the zipper of hit pants, and we could burn together.
I’d let him. Hell, I’d lead the way.
From the look of his face, he knows it. But beneath that cocky exterior, there’s a hint of wonder, like what he’s experiencing with me is a slice of heaven that he never expected to find. So, instead of slipping his fingers between me, sliding his cock into my waiting heat, he kisses a trail of damp caresses down my neck, over my shoulder, then back up to my lips.
The small nip on the tender flesh of my earlobe nearly does me in... and the soft, sweet kiss he plants on my mouth after absolutely does. Wide eyed, I bury my face in his neck, overcome with the emotion that drives this thing between us.
My body is wracked with shudders as intense as if he’d made me come, and I can’t stop the sensations from rioting through me.
“You’re tearing me to pieces.” Adam whispers in my ear, his breath ragged. I can feel his pulse thundering against my own.
“Mmm.” I have no words, murmuring into his chest instead.
“You asked me what you were doing here.” Slowly, carefully, he lowers me back to my feet. I kick aside my shoes, toes curling into the carpet instead.
“Does this answer some of it?” When he cups my chin in a gentle palm, feathers his fingers down over my throat in an unmistakeable mark of possession, I feel so cherished I could cry. I actually have to blink hard to keep the prickle of tears at bay, I’m so overcome with emotion, with the feeling of rightness that I feel, here in Adam’s arms.
I don’t cry. To grow up in one piece in Green Acres, I learned that at a very young age. And because of that beginning, I can’t just give in that last bit, can’t just take Adam by the hand and lead him into the bedroom of the suite. I need to be sure, need to know that I’m not making a mistake.
“How do I know I’m not just entertainment?” I don’t finish the sentence, but I don’t have to.
He hired me for the week. Ultimately, if he plays the Miss Black card, I’ll have to do whatever he wants. And at the end of the week he can send me home and never look back.
The way his expression changes, I instantly know that I’ve said the wrong thing. Abruptly, mechanically, he steps ba ck, runs a hand through his hair.
His lips are set in a tense line as he unwinds my arms from around his neck, removes the necktie that binds me and stuffs it in his pocket. Eyes fixed on mine, he removes the key card for our room, opens the door, then gestures for me to go inside.
Silently, not sure how this changed so quickly when my mouth is still swollen from his kisses, I pick up my shoes and carry them inside.
He doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything else, so I go to stand by the wall of glass, looking out at the cotton candy hues of the sun setting over the ocean.
I don’t hear him approach, and yet I’m not startled to feel his lips move against my ear.
“You don’t know that you’re not entertainment anymore than I know I’m not just another john.” I
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