“Well, I want to keep it that way, baby.” His voice was lyrical, magnetic. His lips hovered above hers. “But I do believe in giving you a little taste of what I want.”
His lips met hers, and this time it felt right. This time he was in charge, and all she had to do was be brave enough to follow. His mouth covered hers, rubbing their lips together. His hands moved in a restless pattern across her back and down her hips, finally cupping her ass and pressing her into him. His tongue licked along the seam of her lips, and she opened for him. How long since she’d been kissed? Forever. Like this? Perhaps never. Adam devoured her. He drank her down like a man who had been dying of thirst.
She softened, wanting to sink into him.
“Touch me, baby,” Adam whispered. “Don’t be shy. I want your hands on me. It’s the best of both worlds. I’ll let you play with me all you like, and Jake will tie you up. We can be everything you want.”
The words were seduction in and of themselves. Everything she wanted. Everything she’d fantasized about. She could tell Adam her desires, and he wouldn’t make her feel like a freak. She kissed him again, boldness taking over. She let her hands play along the lean muscles of his shoulders and down his biceps. Adam was cut everywhere. She kissed the strong line of his jaw, reveling in his scent. He smelled clean and masculine. His hair was just a little long. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, and he was offering himself up to her.
“That’s right, baby. You explore to your heart’s content.” He took her right hand and pulled it down. “I think there’s a part of me you missed.”
His cock. She could feel it pressing against the fabric of his pants as though trying to get out. She cupped him, feeling his strength. What would it be like to ride that cock? Would she finally find the pleasure she wrote about? She’d come before, but never without the aid of something that required double A batteries. Adam didn’t seem to need such aids. Adam seemed like he could handle the job just fine.
She kissed him again and wondered how it would work. Would he throw her against the elevator door or would he get down on the floor and let her lower herself on him inch by inch?
It was getting out of control. She kissed him, and somehow her hands were slipping past his belt, trying to seek out hot flesh.
And his phone rang.
“Shit.” Adam kissed her again, hugging her with one arm as he reached for his cell with the other.
“That fucking better not be you in the goddamn elevator, Adam. Maintenance just called and said some asshole stopped the elevator and guess what? They started out on my floor. Are you fucking the client in the goddamn elevator five minutes after I told you not to fuck the fucking client?”
She tried to pull away, Ian Taggart’s voice filling the elevator even though he was fifteen floors up.
Adam put the cell to his chest and gave her a reassuring grin. “He has a horrible potty mouth, baby. Don’t worry about him.” He brought the phone back up. “Well, boss, if you remember I did say I probably wouldn’t try very hard.”
“Goddamn it, Adam.”
Adam reached out and started the elevator again. It dinged, and Adam put an arm around her and began to walk out like nothing had happened. “I’m joking, boss. You need to develop a sense of humor. We’re on our way to her agent’s. Someone else must be fucking in the elevator. Trust me, when I get around to fucking the client, it’s going to be someplace more comfortable than an elevator.”
“One of these days I’m going to fire your ass, Adam.”
He clicked the phone off and slid it into his pants. “Come on. Let’s get this meeting done so we can have a little lunch. I’m hungry.”
Serena was, too, but not for lunch. She’d just developed a huge appetite for Adam Miles, but she wondered if it wouldn’t be bad for both of them.
Adam smiled at her, a look she was starting to call his “don’t worry about it” face.
But she was falling. And she was definitely worried.
Chapter Eight
Jake pulled his SUV up to the small bungalow-style house in a rundown neighborhood. Doyle Brooks hadn’t fared as well as his wife in the last few years.
“Do we have a workup on this guy?” Jake sighed as he steeled himself for meeting Serena’s ex-husband.
“Of course. It’s me reason for living,” Liam said, his accent thick. When Liam was alone, he preferred to let his Irish flow, but the minute they stepped outside the SUV, Jake knew his natural accent would be replaced with a flat, Midwestern cadence. It helped the Irishman blend in.
“Give it to me.” He should have done this himself last night, but no, he’d been reading Small Town Sweetheart and wanking off in the shower, all the while envisioning himself and Adam as the men of the book and sweet little Serena as the heroine, Gabby. He was a dumbass. And Adam had been fucking her in the elevator. Damn him. He didn’t buy that it wasn’t Adam. Not for one minute. It had been there in the self-satisfied voice that had come over Ian’s speaker phone. So much for taking her down together.
But then he hadn’t given his partner a lot of hope that he would be amenable to taking her at all. And nothing that had happened today made him more likely to fall into bed with her. She was trouble. Sweet, sexy, hot as hell, submissive trouble.
“Am I talking for my own benefit here?”
Damn it. He had to get his head in the game. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“I could have said the sky was falling and my dick is the only thing holding it up and you wouldn’t have noticed.” Liam sat back, his deep green eyes narrowing. “Adam’s not the only one crazy about this girl.”
“Adam is the only one crazy enough to do anything about it. We don’t even know if she’s lying to us.” He didn’t think so, but he’d been wrong before.
“God, not again. I swear, just fuck her and get a ring on her finger and spare the rest of us. Sean nearly killed me last year. I had to watch Gracie twenty-four seven because he couldn’t just get his shit together. You want my advice?”
“No.” Jake didn’t want anyone’s advice, especially not “love ‘em and leave ‘em before he really even knows their name” Liam O’Donnell. It was like taking ethics advice from a politician.
“Good,” Liam said, ignoring him entirely. “Here’s my advice. It don’t matter if the girl is a con or not. She’s cute and sweet and obviously submissive. If you want her, take her. Spank her ass, fuck her until she can’t see straight, and lay down some ground rules. No more fake stalking and no more of that pussy-Dom, BDSM-romance shit that makes women think they can walk all over us. That second bit is important.”