Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“You stand on your feet the whole shift, don’t you?” Adam asks as he starts massaging me.
“Yeah,” I say.
We’ve grown used to some physical contact, although it’s limited to things like him slinging his arm around my shoulders when we walk side by side or me leaning my head on his shoulder.
I’m not going to lie, I’m starting to forget why I don’t want us to be together.
Adam’s shown himself to be a reliable, responsible dad for William. He’s also been around enough for me to know for sure that he’s here to stay.
Besides, the way his fingers bring joy to my tired ankles makes me want those same fingers elsewhere. Everywhere else.
So, when his hand moves up to my calves, I make no comment about it. I continue to sip my tea while I listen to Adam tell me about his day.
But instead of going all the way up to the top, Adam’s being a complete gentleman.
Not surprising, really, since I’ve told him, again and again, that we weren’t getting back together.
Maybe he’s worried I’m going to freak out and tell him to go away again. Or maybe to some extent, he doesn’t want to rock the boat either, for William’s sake.
Whatever it is, I know I have to be the one to tell him I’ve changed my mind.
“Adam,” I say, my heart pounding. This is terrifying.
“Yeah?” he looks up at me.
“Remember when I said you were going to cause instability and you were an uncertainty?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“I was wrong,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
I’m hoping he remembers that argument was the main reason why we broke up, and he’ll connect the dots.
“Don’t worry about it.” He smiles.
Damn it. Of course, he doesn’t understand. I need to be more obvious.
“Adam, um . . .”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been thinking . . .” I ignore the hammering in my heart and just start talking. “I don’t remember why we broke up anymore.”
The smile on Adam’s lips grows wider. “I know.”
“You do?” I didn’t expect that at all.
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
“You had to realize it on your own,” he says, leaning closer toward me.
“What do you mean by that?” I feel the couch cushion dip under me, making me slide ever so slightly closer to Adam.
“Would you have listened to me, had I told you we should get back together?” Adam puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me closer. He leans his forehead against mine.
“No,” I admit.
“So, you’re admitting that you want us to get back together?”
“Do you?” I ask softly. “Do you want us to get back together?”
Adam smiles. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss what we had.”
I swallow past the lump forming in my throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I had to wait,” he says with so much emotion in his voice my heart clenches for him. “It was hard. Really hard to wait. But I knew I had to do it. And now, hearing you say what you just said—” Adam takes a deep breath and smiles “—that was worth all the wait.”
“When did you—”
Adam doesn’t let me finish my sentence. He sweeps in, crushing my lips with his, ravaging my mouth. “I’m tired of waiting,” he says breathlessly before he continues to kiss me. “Tell me you trust me. Tell me, kitten.”
My heart flips when he calls me “kitten” again. I’ve missed that. I didn’t think I was ever going to hear it again.
“I trust you, Sir,” I say.
“That’s all I need to know.”
Adam drowns me in his desire, overwhelming me with his hands in my hair, with his kisses on my lips and my throat. I lie on my back, letting Adam use my body to satisfy his long-buried lust.
As he pulls my clothes off, I tug at his. Before long, we’re both naked, our limbs tangled together on the couch.
“You’re wet,” he says, smirking as his fingers find my soaked pussy. “Good. Because I’m hard, and you’ve made me wait long enough.”
“Please don’t wait, Sir. Please use me right now.” My voice drips with desire.
Adam spears into me, filling me up completely. I miss this primal, animalistic side of him. I love it when he unleashes his inner beast on me and lets it devour me.
He fucks me hard, making me gasp with every thrust. My body rocks back and forth on the couch until Adam puts a hand on my head to keep me still.
I can only spread my legs and let Adam use me. The fact that I’m completely vulnerable only fuels my arousal.
Adam gets up to his knees and grabs my waist.
“You look so sexy, kitten,” he says, grinding into me, eliciting a moan from between my parted lips. He grabs my nipples and pinches until I whimper. He smirks. “When I hurt you, you tighten up real nice, kitten. You like pain?”