I tiptoe from my bathroom, down the hall to my office.
I check the time on my phone. Dawn should break soon.
Once my computer is powered up, I pull up a fresh, new document. A brand new book.
So what if I’m starting from scratch and I have only a couple of weeks until my self-imposed deadline? I have to start this story, and I have to start it now.
I sink into my words as they flow from my creative center to my fingertips. They rush to fill page after page on the screen. And with every paragraph—every sentence, even—a weight seems to lift from my lungs.
I can breathe again.
Matt didn’t kill her—the author within me. His and Marcy’s betrayal and the hurt I went through didn’t strip me of my ability to write.
Thank God.
Witty dialogue between my hero and heroine makes me giggle as my fingers fly over the keys. The tap-tap-tapping is sweet music to my ears. I’ve desperately missed the cadence and notes of their rhythm over these last few months.
My pussy throbs, and I’m wet from imagining my hot hero doing all those dirty and luscious things to my heroine.
A soft knock at my office door pulls me out of the sexy scene I’ve been spinning for the last half hour.
“Yes?” I turn my chair to face the door.
Adam is stark naked, his cock long, hard, and ready. “You snuck out of bed.”
I grin and tilt the screen on my laptop so he can see the writing I’ve done. “The words—they’re back.”
He spins me toward the desk. One hand rests on the back of my chair. The other finds its way beneath my T-shirt to cup my tit, as though he’s staking his claim.
“Let’s see.” He kisses my temple as he leans over my shoulder, looking at the screen.
Oh shit, he’s actually reading it.
What if he thinks it’s stupid?
My hands fly to cover the screen. “No. No. No. You don’t want to read that.”
His forehead wrinkles. “What do you mean I don’t want to read it? I helped you get your words back, right?”
The very fact that he’s halfway interested in reading my words, brings a lump into my throat. Matt never read so much as one paragraph. He had no idea if I was any good at what I do or not. But I can’t let Adam get to me.
This isn’t for keeps.
I shrug. “Might’ve been you—or maybe I only had to wait for them, and the time finally came.”
He pushes the hair away from my neck and sucks on the place where my pulse beats. “Well, you came—we came—last night. Maybe that’s why they came.”
My hands fall away from my computer, and I lean back as he moves his mouth from my neck to my lips. His tongue sweeps in, and his minty taste wipes away my every thought, except how much I want to have him fucking me and holding me.
He finds my bare slit. “Do you ever wear panties?”
I open my legs for him and shake my head. “Only when I have to and on very special occasions.”
He slips two fingers along my crevice. “Fuck. You’re already dripping wet.”
“Writing sex scenes always gets my juices flowing, right along with my words.” My hands smooth the hair at his nape.
Adam’s low chuckle warms me.
God, how he makes me smile.
“I guess it’s a good thing I came in here, huh?”
I pull away, gazing into his eyes. “Why’s that?”
He drags me from my seat. Before I can take a deep breath, he pushes my computer aside, yanks my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor, and bends me over the desk. The cool wood beads my nipples tight as my breasts flatten against it. The beveled edge of the desktop bites into the flesh across my pubic bone, putting a tiny bit of pressure on my clit. The pulse there thumps harder.
“To take care of your needs. Why else?”
Take care of my needs? Where did this man come from? Mars? Jupiter?
A hand is flat on my back, and the other slides between my ass cheeks to my pussy. Adam says in a husky voice, “You like it this way, right?”
The throb at the apex of my thighs triples.
I don’t care where he’s from, I’m just happy he’s here now.
The head of his erection nudges my heated core. “You want it now?”
I give a tiny nod.
He smoothes a hand around my hip and wedges his fingers between me and the desk. First, he circles my bud, and then he gives it a light pinch.
I lick my lips, and anticipation thrums through me.
His cock pushes between my folds but stops before it breaches my entrance. “Now, Kelsey? Like this?”
“Don’t tease. Yes. I want it now. Just like this.”
In a single hard motion, he rams inside. With his hand still on my back, and the other twisting and massaging my nub, Adam pumps in and out of my pussy. Each thrust sends a spear of pleasure through my being.