Adam didn’t take his eyes off me, but he took his time responding. “And what makes you say that?” he asked once I was done with my drink.
“Oh, just the fact that you have a full roster of eager fuck buddies in every city,” I replied, my tipsy gaze fluttering down to his broad shoulders in that black suit, and that white shirt so perfectly fitted against his hard chest. “I can’t imagine that you’ve been sexually frustrated anytime in recent memory,” I said, bringing my eyes back up to find his gaze heavy on me.
“I think you’d be surprised,” he said, his voice suddenly husky, prickling over my skin. “Believe it or not, the past twenty-four hours haven’t exactly been a cakewalk for me.”
A shiver darted up my spine as I swallowed. “Because my Caspar drama cock-blocked your date last night?” I asked hopefully.
He looked at me with a knowing smirk that he let sink into my skin, waiting till I was fully hot all over before he answered. “Because I saw you damn near spilling out of that black lingerie and then I told your fiancé that I was going to fuck you all night,” he said bluntly. “And since then, I haven’t had any time alone to…” His eyebrows pulled slightly together as he wet his lips and chose his words. “Take care of myself. As you would say.”
My heart slammed against my chest as I processed his words.
Unless I was hammered again, my boss just admitted to wanting to jerk off to the thought of me.
Wow. Okay. I was shocked. And floored.
And so completely turned on.
But I refused to show it.
“Well… you could have gotten it done in the shower,” I pointed out smartly.
Adam eyes glimmered with amusement. “Seemed like a bit of a risk with you right outside the door.”
“I mean I doubt I would have heard you jerking your dick over the sound of the water running.”
“No.” He took a drink. “But you would’ve heard me come.”
Oh.
I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth, the casual filth of his words making my pussy clench so hard I wondered if it was physically possible to be turned on any harder than I was.
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nbsp; But just as the thought crossed my mind, Josh’s voice reentered our space.
“Hey, babe—” He spun around only to bump directly into the server passing in front of us. “Shit!”
My pulse spiked as two flutes of champagne toppled off the tray. But in a flash, I felt Adam grab my waist and jerk me close, my body crashing against his just as the glass splintered at my feet.
“Miss!” The server was immediately frantic. “Miss, I apologize! Are you hurt?”
Eyes wide, my heart pounded. “No, I’m okay! I’m fine,” I assured him as he held his arms out to block anyone else from passing. And as a few other servers rushed over to clean, I joined everyone around me in reacting to the scene, making sure I wasn’t in the way.
Of course, it was all an act.
Because while I had my head twisted around, staring wide-eyed at the sea of champagne and shattered glass at my feet, all I actually processed was the fact that Adam was still grasping me tightly in his arms, the front of my body still pressed flush against his and every inch of him feeling so hot and hard against me. His chest. His abs.
His cock.
Holy fuck.
My mouth fell lightly open as my fingers curled hard against his chest, and though I was still looking behind me at the mess, it was all just a cover at this point. A ploy to direct everyone else’s attention to the ground so they wouldn’t see what was happening right in front of them.
My boss pressing his steel erection against me.
And my cheeks flushing as I leaned into him, lightly writhing against it.
I convinced myself it was for balance till I felt Adam’s hot breath near my ear.