Reckless (Irresistible 6)

“I highly doubt that,” I said as I remembered the wet heat of

his tongue on my tits and imagined it between my legs. As if he could see into my head, Adam cocked an eyebrow.

“Wanna bet?” he asked, flashing me that sexy, boyish grin that was such an unfair weapon I didn’t even have to fake rolling my eyes.

“Look, as happy as I am that we’re back to placing stupid bets, I think we should probably take this moment to just dungeon what happened last night. From here on out, no talking about the sex we had, even if it was… decent.”

“Judging by the claw marks on my back, it was better than decent,” Adam said with such an unbothered smile I felt my pride flare up.

“Fine,” I said coolly, soaking in his smug expression as I decided to play his game. “It was the best sex I ever had, Adam,” I admitted, letting him have two seconds of triumph before I went on. “I was so wet I could feel my pussy dripping down my thighs when I was in the elevator last night,” I said, enjoying the flash of surprise in Adam’s blue eyes. “And when I got home, I fucked myself with my fingers while thinking about how hard your cock was inside me. And then I did it again this morning while thinking about the sounds you made when you came.” Eyebrow arched, I cocked my head at him. “Happy now?” I asked with a little smile that curled wider as I watched the lust darken Adam’s eyes as he stared back in silence for a second.

And when he spoke again, his voice was tight.

“Yes,” he said, adjusting his dick and making me smirk.

See? Two can play that game, I thought wickedly as I put on a cheery voice.

“Great. Well, anyway, you have a meeting with Engelman in the conference room. It starts in two minutes, so I’d suggest you do your best to will down your dick,” I said with a placid smile, peering briefly down at Adam’s hard-on snaked down the leg of his pants and reveling in his utter silence before waltzing out of his office.

But not before I caught the little laugh of disbelief he breathed out like he’d been socked in the chest.

It filled me with a twisted sense of satisfaction, which was actually a pretty familiar feeling when it came to Adam.

Well, how about that? We’re officially back, I thought with delight as I returned to my seat at my desk.

We weren’t back to normal, per se.

But whatever this was, I could handle it.

14

ADAM

I woke up on Saturday to the sound of my phone ringing off the hook—to Holland’s ringtone, which she’d unfortunately set to “Barbie Girl” the last time I saw her.

With a groan, I shot my hand out, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. And before the song could play again, I picked up, grumbling, “Why did you do this to me?”

Holland’s giggle made me laugh despite myself. “It’s been the most effective way of getting you to pick up the phone. Were you asleep?”

I rolled onto my back. “Yeah? It’s 6AM on a Saturday,” I said, though as soon as the words left my mouth, I remembered all the alarms I slept through.

“Uh, it’s actually a quarter past eight,” Holland snorted. “And I wouldn’t have called if you weren’t usually up by the crack of dawn every morning. Were you out crazy late or something?”

I winced as I stretched. “Yeah,” I lied, since that would make a lot more sense than the truth.

Which was that I’d been wound up tight after a full day of catching AJ’s lingering glances and having to will down my own dick every twenty minutes or so. It was fairly exhausting, so after getting out of work late and bailing on a client’s birthday party by 10PM, I went home, jerked off in the shower, then lay sleepless in bed, staring at the ceiling and getting painfully hard every few hours.

Not exactly a story to tell anyone, let alone Holland, so I quickly changed the subject.

“So, what’s going on with you this morning?” I asked, earning myself an instant sigh.

“Oh, nothing, just dealing with Dad calling me all morning because Mom’s in another tizzy. She tried to visit me at work yesterday, but I told security not to let her up.”

My eyebrows shot up as I blinked several times, feeling officially awake. “Christ. Are you kidding? How’d she find out where you worked?” I asked, though I should’ve known that this aspect of my sister’s life would eventually get out given that she worked at a company as high profile as Minx.

“I’m not sure. I’m guessing it’s Google-able information now, especially with the promotion. It was only a matter of time before she found out, but security’s been briefed on the situation and luckily, she still doesn’t know my home address,” Holland said, sounding so casual that I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, because already, she was used to living like this.

And the only reason she lived like this was because of me.