Reckless (Irresistible 6)

God.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to force the image out of my head just as I heard a new email chime in—from Knox’s team.

Dammit. Knox news was always urgent, but just as I decided to put it off for another ten minutes, a reminder popped up on my screen about his meeting in ten minutes with the boss himself, Don Engelman.

Which meant I couldn’t put off facing Adam for much longer.

Not that you should. You got your big O out of your system and Adam has always been hot. You just know what his dick feels like now. But other than that, nothing has actually changed, so pull up your big girl panties and get in there, I told myself, letting myself fire off one more email before sucking in a deep breath and getting up to just get it over with.

Grabbing my notepad, I skimmed it as I headed into Adam’s office, but upon looking up, I saw the only thing at his desk was his jacket draped on his chair.

Which meant he was sitting over on the couch.

Dammit.

I braced myself for the manspread before turning my head to the right but it did little to prepare me because lord.

The full length of his height and muscle was on display with the way he sat half-reclined on that damned couch, a report in one hand and his other arm draped over the back of the couch, pulling his sleeve tight around his shoulder and bicep, and forcing my eyes there before they fell instinctively down to his muscled thighs and package.

Fuckin’ manspread, I thought before I finally looked up to find his eyes already on me, sparkling at me with sheer entertainment.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and sexy as ever, but tinged with enough humor that I narrowed my eyes in a wordless, mostly playful fuck you.

“Morning,” I returned, the weird energy in the air making my lips wiggle with the need to laugh or smirk or something. But I refrained. “Got a rundown,” I said with deliberate flatness. Adam smiled.

“Let’s hear it,” he said.

And so I rattled everything off my notepad, starting with Knox.

“His team emailed just now, and it looks like Knox wants one more meeting before he makes his decision. He says he’s interested in coming to LA, seeing the office since he still has time before the start of Spring Training, so if next Thursday at 9AM works for you, I’ll go ahead and confirm that.”

“Confirm it.”

“Great,” I nodded, jotting it down before confirming his availability for several video calls with clients today, and then getting into the itinerary Holland sent for her visit in a few weeks.

But all throughout, I felt a smile twitching at my lips, because while Adam and I spoke with utmost professionalism as we ran through the schedule, every time we looked at each other, there was laughter dancing in our eyes—enough that by my last note, I finally broke.

“Alright—am I really going to have to deal with you looking this pleased with yourself all day?” I asked. He grinned.

“Most likely, yeah. I mean I have to agree with Liza. You’re glowing.”

“And you’re taking all the credit for that, I assume?”

He feigned a frown. “Should I not?”

“Honestly, I think I just slept really well thanks to the intense workout I got from all that riding.”

“If that’s a dig at the amount of work I did last night, I’ll have you know that I was being nice by letting you have the top. But for the record, that’s usually my spot and in case you’re curious, I do my best work there.”

Just like that, I had a vivid image of the muscles in Adam’s long, hard torso rippling as he hovered over me. But I played it off.

“If you’re trying to entice me for round two, I’m good.”

“Sure?”

“Mm-hm. I got the full gist of what fucking Adam Maxwell is about, and I’m not all that curious about the rest,” I lied so confidently he looked legit annoyed for a second.

“I could make that pussy come a thousand ways with just my tongue, AJ.”