Voyeur Extraordinaire(66)

“Fuck,” Adrian growled. He spread me even wider and slowly ran a finger over the length of my folds. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Tell me how many men have touched you like this,” he ordered roughly.

“Only you,” I gasped.

“Yes,” he said harshly. “Mine.”

Adrian dipped his finger into my opening, just barely, coating his fingertip with my wetness, then spread it gently over my folds. “I can’t believe how wet you are,” he said in a low voice.

I arched my back and he kissed me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth, then he gently sucked at my lower lip and caught it between his teeth while his finger drew lazy circles on my clit. “If you agree to my offer,” he murmured against my ear, his tongue darting out to lick the skin beneath it. “I’ll lick and suck your sweet pussy until you scream.” He drew my earlobe into his mouth, then softly bit down. I clutched at his shirt, curling my fingers around the crisp fabric. “I’ll show you pleasure unlike anything you can even imagine. I can teach you so much if you let me, Nora.”

I was falling apart, any moment now I was going to burst, to combust, to lose my mind. Adrian slipped his finger back into me and slowly started pumping in and out; his thumb circled my clit, driving me higher and higher toward a peak I’d never reached before.

“I’m going to break the rules,” Adrian whispered against the hollow between my breasts, then he nudged the towel down, revealing my nipples.

I curved my spine, and Adrian took the invitation and closed his hot lips around my nipple. His tongue darted out, barely brushing my sensible skin. His fingers down below got faster, in and out, circling, driving me insane. He pulled back, blowing on my nipple. “I’ve never been so hard. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your hot warmth.” He sucked at my nipple hard, his fingers slipping into my core faster, and then he grazed my clit with his fingernail, and I exploded. Waves of pleasure shot through me, drowning me with their vehemence. I buckled, my head rising off the pillow. Adrian’s lips collided with mine, swallowing my moans. For a moment my vision turned black, my toes curled and my muscles tightened until it became almost painful. My body trembled as it slowly came down from the high.

I released Adrian’s white shirt, which was now too crumpled for him to wear to work, and one button was actually lose. “I ruined your shirt,” I said in a raspy voice, pressing my forehead against his shoulder.

Adrian laughed, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. “It was worth it.”

I had to agree with him. Slowly I opened my eyes, but I didn’t sit up, actually embarrassed to face Adrian. “So what do you say? Will you be my lover?” He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face until I was looking into his eyes. My lips felt swollen and if his were any indication they probably looked that way too. I nodded.

Adrian smiled, then pressed another kiss against my mouth and straightened, glancing at his watch, an expensive Breitling. “Now I really will be late.”

“I should get going too,” I said, wrapping the towel around me. Adrian stood and I did too, not sure what to do now.

“How will you get into your apartment?” He asked from the doorway.

I picked up my phone. Amy had left five messages for me. “Amy is home. She’ll let me in.”

“Good,” he said distractedly, taking his iPhone out of his pocket and scrolling through emails. “I’ll have to change. Do you want to take a shower and let yourself out later?” After what just happened I definitely needed another shower.

I shook my head. “No, I’ll just get dressed and shower at home.”

He nodded, still focused on his screen. He opened the door and stepped into the hall, then disappeared from my view. I didn’t know what I’d expected. I wrapped my arms around myself. Adrian had made it clear that he didn’t want an emotional attachment and I’d agreed to a physical relationship with him, so I had no reason to feel so…rejected. Bruno ambled into the guestroom. I quickly got dressed in yesterday’s clothes, grabbed my purse and my phone, then tiptoed into the hallway.

Adrian’s voice was coming from the living room. “That is bullshit. We won’t accept that. You go against everything we agreed on.” He sounded angry and cold. Probably something work-related.

I slipped out of his apartment and shut the door without a sound. I put my high heels on and hurried toward the elevator, suddenly wanting to leave.

When I passed the lobby desk, a new and much older concierge sat behind it, but I ignored him and practically ran outside. The air was cool and fresh – cleansed from the rain. My eyes darted up to Adrian’s apartment. Why had I agreed to be his lover?