Adrian (Filthy Rich Alphas) - Page 32

She’d saved us both.

Now what will you do, Dad?

I snatched off my hat and my jacket and stormed into the crowd to go after what I’d wanted to possess all of these months. “Carmen!”

My therapist will probably think I should’ve done this differently, but I don’t give a damn.

The hoots and cheers ceased as I rushed through the audience like an escaped prisoner. “I love you, Carmen!”

The expression on her face was priceless—shock mingled with embarrassment, lust covered in love. She’d done it all for me, risked her career to get my dad off of our backs.

“Is that Adrian Ford?” Someone whispered as I passed. “Oh my God, quick. Give me your phone. Mine is out of battery. Shit. That is him.”

More phones came out as people recorded the moment when Adrian Ford decided to show the entire world that this beautiful, talented author was all his.

“Mine.” I got to the podium, captured her waist, and pulled her into me. “Marry me.”

“Uh—”

There was no need to let her respond. We both knew I would get what I wanted. She’d already had a ring on her finger, just from the wrong Ford. This time, it would be for real, and I’d never let her take it off.

I needed her.

She completed me in ways money, poetry, or even the world’s attention could not. She was shelter during storms, a fire rescue when things got hot, and a helicopter full of military men, prepared to sky dive into the air and protect it all.

People chattered around us as I consumed those lips. I missed you so much. She held on to me tighter and molded her body against mine. My dick hardened in my pants. I was shocked it hadn’t torn through and shown itself to the world. Cameras flashed. We didn’t care. This was our moment, one that had taken several months of anticipation and yearning. This was our day. We could finally be together.

She dragged herself away from my mouth. “I love you.”

I wrenched her back to me. “I love you more.”

Someone cleared their throat next to us as I went in for another taste of that tongue. I didn’t even glance in that direction. A few seconds passed, and Carmen tried to pull away.

I wouldn’t allow it. “No, they had their time.” I lifted her up. “Now, I get my time.” I carried her away from the podium and searched around for a private space.

My cock weighed me down, the tip throbbing with each step as Carmen and I nipped at each other’s lips every few feet.

“You’re absolutely insane,” she whispered. “This is going to be all over the news tonight.”

“Good. It will drown out your confession.” With her still in my arms, I rounded the corner to the fantasy section. “This looks like a good place.” I picked up my pace and got us to the end of the bookshelf. “Here.” I set her down.

“Here, what? This is the horror section.”

“Would you like to go to the erotica one?”

“Adrian, you can’t possibly mean that you—”

“Yes, I’m going to fuck you in this bookstore. Pick the genre, and do it fast, but pages are going to be torn, and fluid is going to end up on book covers. I’m done waiting.” I captured her lips and pressed her small frame against the bookshelf. “This is where I take you.”

“Oh, hell no.” She tried to push my hands away as I yanked up her dress. “We are in a crowded store.”

“I’m aware of that.” I nipped at her neck. “No one will bother us.”

“Says who?”

More clapping sounded behind us. Her mother’s voice rose in the space, as she must’ve gotten on the microphone and began answering questions.

“No one is coming.” I buried my face into her neck. “Now the owner knows that I’m here, she’ll make sure I’m taken care of. You and I have now increased the customers who will come in for the rest of the year. She’ll get exposure that she never would’ve gotten, otherwise.”

“And you know this how?”

“Because I always get my way.”

“Spoiled.”

“Oh yes.” I moved my hands up her thighs, slipped my fingers up to her panties, and pulled them down. “Let me show you how spoiled I am.”

There was a method to having sex in public. One had to be discreet, yet so entrenched in lust that they couldn’t wait a second more. I fell in that odd existence as I lifted the love of my life up and wrapped her legs around me.

“Are you sure you’ve been going to Dr. Engles?” She giggled when I unzipped my pants, yanked the front of my boxer briefs down, and freed my cock. “I’m thinking you may need some therapy tonight.”

I entered her and groaned. “God damn you’re so wet and tight. You’ve been such a good girl.” I thrust inside of her some more, and she moaned. “This is my therapy tonight, baby. Your body is what I need right now. I won’t leave you until every part of me is healed.”

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