This was absolutely real.

And so much better than I could’ve ever imagined.

23

ADAM

Brunch on Sunday was downtown at Summit, a rooftop bar overlooking Pershing Square. As long as I was in town, I was either right here every Sunday at noon or at the rooftop spot over on Sunset.

The crew consisted mainly of my friends from law school, though we occasionally had some new meat in the mix. Thankfully, today wasn’t one of those days. I generally had no problem meeting my friends’ friends or colleagues, but I definitely wasn’t in the mood today, considering I barely had the patience for just my friends themselves.

In their defense, they were doing what they did pretty much every Sunday here—hit on the table with the hottest girls by sending drinks. Usually, at some point, this game included the two brothers, Brandt and Theo, delivering drive-by pick-up lines on the way to the bar or the bathroom, to see which of them would be more successful.

The record this month was two to one in Theo’s favor, which explained Brandt laying it on thick today, enlisting Sully to wing for him and making this whole meal pretty fucking intolerable—especially considering today, the “hot girl table” was right next to ours, so I couldn’t even get a break from their shit without excusing myself to the bar.

“Don’t listen to that clown. He’s not even single,” Sully said of Theo, making some girl feign an offended little gasp.

“What about him? Is he single?”

I didn’t even have to look up to know the girl was asking about me.

“Who, Adam? Yeah, but he’s married to work. See? Can’t even look up from his phone.”

I offered a smirk as I peered up for a second, but that was all I gave before going back to looking at the last text AJ sent me on Friday.

AJ: Enjoy my panties :) And dinner

Five words and they made me want to groan right at this table.

I had spent Thursday on the golf course with Engelman—at Engelman’s insistence—which made Friday an annoyingly busy-as-hell catch-up day at the office. And considering Holland and Iain were visiting on Monday, I had even more things I had to rush to complete so I’d have that evening free for them.

It left me with little time to do what I’d been waiting to do since our second Knox meeting on Wednesday, which was get AJ behind a closed door so I could taste and touch her as I pleased. I knew I wouldn’t have time to see her over the weekend since she had to visit her parents in Torrance on Saturday to tell them in person about Caspar, and Sunday—today—was reserved for Georgia’s birthday brunch with Emily and their friends from high school.

It had me on essentially a deadline to get in my fix of her, which was what led to our rushed but hot-as-all-fuck encounter before I left for my evening meeting on Friday.

I was supposed to be in my car, already on my way to dinner when I opted instead to take a turn down the hall and stalk AJ into the back file room. Just the memory of her sharp little gasp as I came up behind her made my blood rush.

And that was only the start of it.

I had exactly five minutes to make her come, but despite yanking her skirt up and pulling her panties to the side, she wound up getting her way, turning around, sinking to her knees and sucking on my cock. She took as much of me as she could, as fast and wet as she could, and when I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, she looked up at me, holding those sexy eyes on me as she nodded, giving me permission to fuck.

When I filled her mouth with cum, she swallowed every drop, and as if that didn’t blow my mind enough, she wiggled out of her wet panties, handing them to me before sending me out to go to dinner.

And that was how we left off.

Which honestly made it a fucking miracle that I even made it to brunch today.

That was how we left off for the weekend.

It was also why I arrived mid-meal today. Because I’d spent the morning jacking it into her panties like a fucking animal.

I told myself it was a protective measure—to ensure that I didn’t have to deal with any public hard-ons, but here I was now, once again forced to tell my dick to chill the fuck out.

I was only vaguely registering my friends’ conversation with the girls, but eventually, Sully kicked me, and when I looked up, he shot me a quizzical look while nodding at the brunette in the crop top and ripped shorts. “Yo. You wanna talk to this girl or what?”

“Does it look like I want to?”

“Christ, okay,” Sully snorted. “The hell’s up with you, man? You good?”

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