I bite my lip. There’s not enough naked Adam in my life.
“And we get in when?” I tear my eyes away from his ass, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and double-checking for any signs of last night’s activities. I found a couple marks while I was showering: bruises on my hip bones where his fingers held me tight as he thrust inside of me, and a red mark on the inside of my left breast. I’m wearing one of Davis’s old band T-shirts that says “Pluck Me Good” on it, so the likelihood of anyone seeing those marks is low.
Anyone but Adam, that is. But I like our secret.
“We’re supposed to meet there at four.”
That gives me time to catch an Uber and do a little shopping. From the Google results, there’s a mall not too far from the venue. I have plans for tonight. Just because Davis lurks around doesn’t mean Adam and I can’t enjoy ourselves. After last night’s taste, the only thing I want to do is jump him again.
Adam comes out from the bathroom, drops his towel, and bends over to swipe his boxer briefs off the floor. He chucks them onto the bed and grabs his jeans.
“Going commando?” I tease.
He smirks at me over his shoulder. “My dick got a good workout last night. I think he needs to be rewarded with a little freedom today.”
“I’ll remember that.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
He shakes his head in mock dismay. “Haven’t you had enough of me?”
I run my eyes over the strong plane of his back and all the lines and curls of ink that I haven’t even begun to map. “Not even close.”
He throws his shirt over his shoulder like a towel and hooks a hand around my ankle.
“Wait! Stop!” I laugh as he drags me to the edge of the bed.
He sweeps a hand up my outer thigh. “What’re you going to do today?”
“Shopping.”
His hand ducks under the hem of my T-shirt and pushes my panties out of the way. “What’re you planning on buying?”
I fall back on the bed as his fingertips glide against my tender flesh. “It’s a surprise.”
“I’m a big fan of red,” he says. His fingers push inside me.
“Yeah?” I gasp.
“Yup. It makes your freckles stand out.” He bends to place a kiss on my shoulder.
“I don’t have freckles!” I use copious amounts of sunscreen to avoid those spots.
“What’s this then?” he teases, moving downward to tease one taut nipple and then the other.
“So I have a few freckles.” I arch into his caress.
“They’re perfect. You’re perfect.” He moves lower, pressing his lips against my pelvic bone, nuzzling the trimmed hair between my legs, then lower still. All the while, his fingers pet and tease me.
My thighs fall open in anticipation. I wait and—
Ring! Ring!
He falls back onto his heels. “Fuck.” Withdrawing, he wipes his fingers on his discarded boxer briefs and grabs his phone. “What?” he barks into the phone. “No, I’m not in my room. I had to run an errand.”
Our playtime is over. I roll off the bed and grab my clothes. Adam gives me a pained, unhappy look but makes no move to stop me from getting ready.
“I’ll be down in five,” he says with a sigh.
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