Break Me Slowly(46)

“Pleased to meet you, Miss Gunn.”

“A-and you.”

Adam tilted his hips and I closed my eyes, trying my damnedest to focus my breathing. But no matter how much I fought it, Adam was going to make me come again, and he knew it. So he adjusted, sending more of those hot tingles racing through me. His cock pulsed inside me. Every nerve ending was sparking against the feel of him sealed deep within my body.

Adam continued talking to Gary as if he wasn’t fucking me right there in front of him. The pressure built. My heart banged against my ribcage and goose bumps coasted over my skin. I gripped his thigh. His hand tightened around my waist.

Somewhere around mergers and acquisitions my body erupted. A powerful orgasm blazed through me. My pussy flexed and released around Adam’s cock. My inner walls slickened further. It took everything I had to look like I was sitting normally and not experiencing mind-blowing pleasure that had me wanting to throw my head back and scream at the intensity of it.

Gary didn’t seem to notice. He was babbling about something—

I felt the unmistakable hot jet of Adam’s release. He was coming, deep within me, while Gary continued to talk.

When Adam was spent, he stole a look at me and smiled. I was beyond dazed, spastically thrumming, and he was grinning, in control.

“It was good to see you again, Gary.”

“Oh, yeah, you too.”

It seemed like Adam had given the guy an abrupt dismissal…mostly because he had. Adam signaled for two shots and when they arrived, he slid out of me, repositioned my panties, and tucked himself back inside his pants.

“Give me your hand.”

I did as I was told, limp and staring like a mindless fool. He took my hand and placed it palm up on the table. Then he reached down and dabbed a finger in my soaking entrance. Soaking from him.

He trailed his newly wetted finger along my inner wrist. “Take your shot, lover.”

I looked at him. The sun itself was burning behind those blue eyes. I was entranced. Keeping my gaze fastened on him, I licked the salty taste he’d left from my wrist, then swallowed the shot whole. I gave him a saucy smile and his jaw clench with renewed heat.

“Delicious,” I rasped.

He cupped my chin and kissed me hard. Adam had laid down the challenge, and I had risen to the occasion. I felt proud, hot, happy. The part of me that was used to being caged and afraid was gone. In its place was Adam. His essence was branded on every nerve, every cell.

His tongue ravaged my mouth. I realized what true addiction really felt like.





Chapter Fifteen




I was on test duty. Midterms had come and gone, but Professor Martin seemed to have an affinity for pop quizzes. The class had finished in record time. I tried calling Megan to let her know I was on my way home early today.

No answer.

I sent a quick text to Adam.



Done early! Thinking of you. Can’t wait for tonight.



I’m always thinking of you. I look forward to it, too.



Have you packed all necessary items?



You mean my pajama pants? Yes.



The blue ones, right?



Yes. But a man starts to wonder when his girlfriend is so adamant about him wearing clothes as opposed to not…



Those PJ bottoms get me all hot. I only want you to wear them so I can take them off…with my teeth.



In that case, I’ll buy twenty more pair and wear nothing else.



I’m sure your business associates would love that.



I’m the boss. I do what I want.



I know you do.



You love it. See you soon.



I giggled. Our sexy-texting had made the walk home fly by. I fished the keys from my purse, unlocked the dead bolt, and opened the door. The house was dark. I heard cursing. A man.

“Megan?”

Something broke. Panic swept through me. A shadowy figure raced at me. Before I had time to react, he pushed me hard into the wall.

A splitting pain shot through the back of my skull and the whole world went dark.

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“Kate…Kate, honey, look at me.”

“Megan?”

I forced my eyelids to flutter open and was greeted with a screaming pain pounding from the back of my head. I looked around. I was on the couch. Megan was in her little pink robe hovering over me.

“Oh, thank God. Are you okay?”

Reality hit. “Meg! We need to get out of here, there was an intruder—”

“I know. He’s gone.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. I was in my room. You must have spooked him. I saw him run out and knock you against the wall.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Adam’s voice boomed from the doorway, and instantly he was kneeling beside me.

“I’m fine. It was a burglar, I think.”

“Jesus Christ.” He cupped my face and kissed my lips, softly, though I could tell he wanted to do it much harder.