“I definitely want to respond,” I finally answered, my bones feeling every millisecond of silence between us as Adam’s lips turned slightly up at the edges.
“With what?” he asked.
Ugh. It was an innocuous-sounding question, but it made the conversation feel suddenly like we were talking dirty to each other. So I tried to play it off with a shrug.
“I don’t know. Probably just the obvious.”
“Which is?” Adam asked, making me narrow my eyes.
“You’re really going to make me say it?”
“Apparently.”
“Well, for starters, do you pound women like sex toys?”
He smirked. “Only when they want me to.”
My tongue was running along the bottom of my teeth before I knew it. Oh my God, stop that. Put your tongue away, I scolded myself, but it was clearly too late because there was something different in Adam’s crooked little smile now as he watched me. Something… flirtatious?
For fuck’s sake, are we flirting?
I’d barely asked myself the question before I was putting on my poker face, forcing myself to sound as un-sexual as possible as I lowered my voice and said, “I’m just going to tell him that you… did make me come.”
The back of my neck felt like it was on fire as Adam’s curious eyes taunted me. “That’s it?”
I shot him with a look of mock irritation. “Hard—okay?” I added. “Harder than I ever have in my life.”
He nodded with satisfaction before adding, “Twice.”
My eyebrows went up. “Oh, really?”
“Gotta make it realistic,” he smiled just as Craig poked his head back in the room.
“Adam, quick question.”
“I’ll be right there,” he said without taking his eyes off of me.
God. I just wanted to chew the living hell out of my lip, but I suppressed the urge and gave him a little eye roll instead. “Right. Well, while I’m at it, I’ll go ahead and tell him you got the job done in twenty seconds flat.”
“You can if you want. It’s happened before.”
I burst out laughing. “Okay, look, I can believe your nine-inch, no-porn claims if I really have to,” I said with my voice lowered to a murmur as I gave a quick glance toward the door. “But what I can’t believe is that you’ve made a girl orgasm in a matter of twenty seconds. That’s literally impossible.”
“I unders
tand how it would feel that way when you’ve dated a guy like Caspar for five years.”
“You’re a dick.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“And speaking of dicks, you’d get about twelve thrusts in with twenty seconds.”
“You have no idea how many I’d get in with twenty seconds,” Adam countered, looking thoroughly entertained as he held his gaze on me. “But for the record, it wasn’t my dick I was using that time,” he said, lingering to watch my taunting smile promptly falter as I processed his words. Then with a chuckle to himself, he ambled off to meet Craig in the hall.
Leaving me standing alone in the conference room, tingling all over and wondering with hot reluctance what he’d used.
His hands or his mouth.