I understand what he’s about to do only a fraction of a second before his does it, and so I don’t have any time to protest. And then his finger is pressing against my rear entrance, working in just the tip, bringing nerves I didn’t know I had flaring to life.
“Adam... I... aah!” I curse as an unheard of for me third climax shudders through me. I’m dimly aware of Adam swearing himself as my heat milks his cock. He comes with a shout that’s either a plea or a prayer, thrusting up into me with an intensity that’s almost brutal. I can feel his heat inside of me, branding me. Marking me as his.
I push against him with matching intensity, understanding the feeling. It’s like I can’t get enough, like I need to be inside his skin before I’m sated.
After what could have been seconds or possibly forever the earthquake subsides, leaving trembling little aftershocks in its wake. Our frenetic movements still, and we sit quietly, wrapped around one another, the heat we generated sealing us together.
And in that moment, for once in my life I’m able to keep the demon of worry at bay. I’m entirely in the moment, and nothing has ever felt so good.
Chapter Twelve
We close the drapes against the neon lights from outside, and the hotel room is shrouded in ebony darkness. We’ve showered (together), ordered from room service (spaghetti for him and steak for me), and come together yet again, eager fingers exploring the planes of each other’s bodies.
Now we lay in this velvety darkness, my head resting on his shoulder, his arm holding me tightly to his side, I savor the sensation of our skin cooling, of sweat drying, of the reassuring thump of his heart beneath my cheek. The smell of our pleasure hangs heavy in the air.
“Where do we go from here?” I’m surprised that Adam’s the one to ask, because aren’t girls supposed to be the needy ones?
“I don’t know.” I want to be completely honest with him. Here, we’re wrapped in a little cocoon that belongs solely to the two of us, but once we leave this hotel room...
He’s a rock star. He’s going to return to flying around the world. And everything that makes me who I am won’t allow me to give up my own life, disastrous as it is, just to be with him.
I learned by example that one person molding their life around another will never work. So as much as I want Adam, as much as I want this...
There has to be a way.
“I can’t promise you forever more than any other new relationship.” Adam’s words are more hesitant than anything I’ve ever heard him say, his tone raw and honest, stripped of all affectation.
“I know.” That’s not what worries me. Rather, I’m concerned about losing myself in him.
“But I’m going to tell you something that I’ve never told anyone else in my life.” Rolling to his side, Adam props his head up on his elbow. Dark as it is, I can barely make out his face, even though our faces are so close that our noses bump together as we talk.
“Yes?” My stomach clenches, a bit. I’m torn, part of me terrified that he’s going to make a declaration of love, and the other half dying for him to.
“I want to find a way to make this work. I want us to be together.” My nerves stop screaming. “Because I’m into you, Carly. I don’t know how this started or why, but I am seriously, crazily into you.”
My lips curve into a smile.
“I have to go back to New York and finish school. I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t.” I can feel him tense, so I continue. “I graduate in six months. It’s not that long.”
“Would you be working for Miss Black while you go back to school?” His hand slides through my hair, tugs slightly, making me wet even as I recognize the gesture for what it is—a sign of possession.
I heave out a breath. “I don’t want to. But I need the money. My mom needs help. I owe it to her. And I can’t go six months without eating. I suppose I could try to juggle a few part times jobs...” My voice trails off—the thought isn’t at all appealing. Neither, however, is returning to work for Miss Black.
“You know I’ll give you the money.” Adam tugs at my hair again, waking the nerves of my scalp. I know he’s holding himself back by not simply demanding that I accept it. “Seriously, Carly. I’m fucking rich. I’ll never miss it. Think of it as, you’re taking Amy’s salary since I fired her ass and I won’t be paying her anymore.”
This sparks an idea and I sit up straight.
“I can’t let you give me the money. I can’t.” I hear him growl, clearly frustrated, and ignore it while I think this through. No, I can’t accept the money as a gift. But taking it as a loan, then working it off after graduation...
I have to swallow hard to get past the knee jerk reaction of not wanting to be beholden. But this... if I can get him to agree, and I think I can... this could work.
“I would accept the offer of a loan.” I say slowly, placing my hand over his mouth to muffle his interruption. “A loan that I will pay back, plus interest.”
I can hear his protest through my hand, and, sighing, I remove it.
“Carly, please just take the money. There’s only one way you’d be able to pay me back, and I don’t want you working for Black. Not only is it dangerous, but I don’t share. No other man is going to fuck what’s mine.”
“Don’t be crude,” I reply mildly, though in truth his words have me wet and wanting again. Damn it, how does he do that? “And that’s not the only way.”
“What, then?”
“After graduation, I come work for you.” Saying the words out loud makes them fit a bit better. Adams makes a surprised grunt of satisfaction, but I press my finger against his lips. “I’m not going to work for you forever. I’ve worked too hard for my degree to not use it. But I have no problem with some grunt work to pay off a debt. I’ll pay my dues.”
I sense rather than see Adam cocking his head, thinking it through. Finally, he sighs.
“I suppose this is better than nothing.” Without warning, he pulls me in for a quick, hard kiss. “But I get to set your wage when that happy day comes. And there will be no bitching about how high it is.”
“You know how crazy that sounds, right?” I laugh lightly, my lips tingly from the kiss.
I shiver when he traces my lips with a finger, then kisses me again. “It sounds crazy because I’m crazy about you.”
I nip at his finger, and he growls. Shifting my weight, he slides on top of me, and I can feel the weight of his cock, hard for an impossible third time, pressing against my inner thigh. “I don’t think I can go for six months without you.”
“Well, you do have that big fancy private plane. You could come visit.” Please, let him come visit. I don’t want to go six months without seeing him either.
“Conjugal visits?” He thrusts rudely against me, and I laugh and gasp at the same time.
“Are there any other kind?” My voice is breathless as Adam rolls me over, then urges me to my hands and knees. He traces a finger down the column of my spine, before delivering a light smack to my ass.
“I’ll visit. But only if you show me how much you want me to.” His fingers slide between my legs, slide right into me, and I cry out.
The man is a very fast learner, and I savor his new knowledge as he works his fingers in and out of my damp heat.
“Oh, I want you.” I groan, shoving my hips back to meet his touch. “But I have to warn you. I show my affection for people by knitting them socks.”
“I’ll wear them for my next photo shoot.” He doesn’t slow his movements.
“Just the socks?” Reaching between my legs, I grope for his erection. When my fingers brush the velvety steel, I fist the length and start to work it up and down.
Adam pulls his fingers from between my legs and loosens his grip on my cock. Before I can inhale, he’s pressing against my opening, then slamming home, hilting in a way that makes me shudder.
“For you?”
I clench around him, and feel at home.
Slowly he pulls back, the
n thrusts home again, long, lazy strokes designed to drive me crazy. I’m on edge within seconds, begging him for release, which he teases out of me with fingers that seem to delight in finding new ways to pleasure me.
“For you, Carly Daniels? Anything.”
Six months later...
CELEBRITY NEWS PLUS
Adam Kincaid, the rocker behind the new hit Red Light Love Affair, made an unexpected and uncharacteristically low-key appearance at University of New York’s spring convocation ceremony. Dressed to hide in a suit, fedora and sunglasses, he was still recognized by many of the female graduates as he sat quietly in the audience, causing his security team to come out in the open. Why was this rocker famous for loving and leaving as many men as he can find attending this graduation ceremony? A source at a small local airstrip tells us that he’s been putting his private plane to good use over the last six months, flying to New York as frequently as he can to visit... a woman?
While this is still little more than a rumor, when CNP hustled over to the school to sniff out the truth, our photographers did manage to snap one picture that seems to support this theory... taken in the parking lot after the ceremony, it shows our man-loving rock star in a passionate clinch with a pretty, fresh faced brunette in a UNY cap and gown. A source identifies her as a model he met while on a photo shoot in Palm Beach with Victoria’s Secret model Shanti.
Could Adam Kincaid have found love in the last place he thought he might?
It’s hard to say. But given the blissful look on the couple’s faces as they climbed into Kincaid’s limo, we here at CNP think it’s safe to say that they’re off to a good start.
The End.
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