His hair caresses my face as he kisses a path down my neck.
I raise my arms, letting him know what I want. He removes my tank top. I hear the soft thud of it hitting the floor.
He kisses down my chest, between my breasts. The whole time, his erection is pressed up against me, and he’s moving ever so slightly, creating this amazing friction. I’m starting to feel hot all over, and all I know is that I want more of what he’s doing.
I need more.
His tongue traces over the rise of my breast before he presses a kiss there.
Suddenly feeling brave, I reach back and loosen the string tied behind my neck. Then, I untie the string behind my back, letting my bikini fall away.
I watch his face as he takes me in for the first time, his expression almost undoing me.
So many emotions, it’s hard to capture one, but all of them are good, and they are making me feel amazing.
“God, you’re beautiful, Evie. So very fucking beautiful. And you’re all mine.” Then, he’s kissing me again with the same ferocity as he did downstairs. His tongue is in my mouth, claiming me, just like his words did.
His T-shirt-covered chest is pressed on my bare one, and it kind of feels unfair.
It’s not that I haven’t seen Adam shirtless before because I have plenty of times at the beach, and seriously, his body is smoking, but I want his shirt off right now more than I want my next breath.
I need to feel his skin against mine.
Grabbing the hem, I drag it up. Adam breaks away from my mouth long enough to let me get it over his head, and then he’s back, kissing me.
And we’re skin to skin, and I have never felt anything like it in my life.
Then, when his head moves to my chest and he takes my nipple into his mouth, a feeling so intense brings my hips up off the bed and has me squirming. I’m pressing against his erection, needing the friction.
His tongue is swirling around my nipple, and my hands are in his long hair, pulling at it, as it tickles my skin.
“I’m gonna take your shorts off now. Is that okay?”
I love that he’s checking with me, but it just serves as a reminder that I don’t have many items of clothing left on.
I swallow, feeling a little nervous, and give him a nod.
“Are you sure?” He looks me in the eyes. “You have to be sure about this, babe.”
I bolster my confidence. “I’m sure.”
His eyes linger on me.
“I promise,” I reassure him.
He’s seemingly happy with my words as his fingers find the button on my shorts. Without taking his eyes from mine, he undoes them and slides them down my legs.
I’m lying here in only my bikini bottoms and my blush as he stares down at me.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
And I feel it—not just because of his words, but also because of the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
He leans down and begins kissing a path up my stomach, starting at my belly button. When he reaches my mouth, he pauses. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you, Evie. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but…I’m crazy about you.”
I curl my fingers into the strands of his hair. “I’m crazy about you, too. I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t.”
A growl escapes him. “You have no fucking idea what hearing that does to me…what you do to me.”
His hand moves down my stomach, his fingers tickling, as he reaches the edge of my bikini bottoms. Then, he slides his hand inside and he’s touching me there, and lights explode behind my closed eyes.
“Oh,” I moan, pressing my head back into the pillow.
He starts to move his finger over that spot, which feels so very good.
“That’s it, babe,” he whispers over my lips. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Oh God, you are. You really are.” My hand grabs hold of his arm.
The sensations he’s creating in me with that magic hand of his has me feeling like I need him to stop but also never, ever stop touching me there again. It’s so confusing.
I feel like I could climb out of my own skin. I’m restless and needy, searching for something I don’t understand.
My other hand curls into the bedding, gripping it like a vise.
My body is tingling, and my sole focus is narrowed down to that one spot between my legs and what his hand is doing there. I feel like I’m climbing toward something unknown—but something really freaking good.
“Evie, I need to taste you.”
What?
“Your pussy. I want to go down on you,” he says the words so easily.
Me? My face feels like it’s currently on fire.
“You want to”—I gesture south with my hand, my eyes still closed, unable to look at him—“go…down there?”
I hear his deep chuckle.
“Evie, look at me.”
I force my eyes open to find him staring back at me.
“Yes, I want to go down on you.”
Something dark and hot flashes through his eyes, making me tremble.
“I want to taste you. It’s all I can think about.” He brings his mouth to mine, his lips brushing softly. “But more than anything, I want the first time you come to be in my mouth. So, what do you say?”
Holy shit!
Really, what am I supposed to say to that?
I part my lips, and what comes out is, “Ermahgerd.”
Adam laughs a sexy-as-hell sound. “Babe, I don’t speak anything other than English, so you’re gonna have to clarify for me.”
I clear my throat, pretty sure my face is the brightest shade of red known to man. “I mean, yes. I would really like…you to do that to me, please.”
Yes, I would really like you to do that to me, please.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I sound like he’s just offered to give me a shoulder rub, not put his mouth on my girl parts.
Jesus, Evie! You could at least try to be sexy. You are in bed with the hottest guy in California. He’s offering oral sex of the best kind—or so I’ve heard—and you’re acting like a total doofus.
Seemingly unaffected by my lack of sexiness, Adam gives me a panty-melting grin and then starts to move down my body, his eyes pinned on mine.
Every part of me tightens.
He hooks his fingers into the band of my bikini bottoms, and I swallow.
Then, very slowly, he pulls them down.
My bikini bottoms now on the floor, Adam settles between my legs.
Oh God.
I’m stuck somewhere between total embarrassment and awe right now.
Biting his lip, which is such a sexy look on him, he runs a finger up my center, making me shiver.
“You’re soaking wet, Evie. It’s really fucking hot.”
Sweet baby Jesus.
I bite my lip.
Then, he puts his mouth on me.
And reality ceases to exist.
I lose my mind. It goes, kaboom!
And for the next minutes, hours, days—I’m not actually sure—I experience the kind of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.
His tongue is magical. Out-of-this-world amazing.
I want to marry it.
Then, I feel his finger pressing against my entrance, testing, asking silently for my permission.
“Yes,” I moan, pushing against it.
And then his finger is inside me.
Oh my God!
His tongue is licking me, his finger moving in and out of me, and I’m gripping his hair, fairly sure I’ve pulled some of it out. My hips start bucking up off the bed as I scream his name so loud that I’m pretty sure that everyone in the western hemisphere can hear me.
Oh. My. God.
I’m panting, and my heart is racing. Every muscle in my body is locked up tight, and I just feel…incredible.
I just had my first orgasm. And it was the best thing ever!
I feel Adam press a kiss to my stomach and then one between my breasts.
Then, his lips touch my mouth.
I can taste myself there.
I open my eyes. He’s looking down at me with such tenderness that my chest opens up, and my heart exits, going straight into his and taking up residency.
“You’re amazing.” He brushes my hair back from my face with his hand.
“Um…I think that award goes to you.” I give him a goofy smile.
He chuckles as he settles back over me. I feel his very prominent erection pressing against my hip.
And I know now what I want to do, more than anything.
“I want…can I touch you?” I ask him.
Something deep flickers in his eyes.
“You don’t have to. That’s not why I did this.”
“I know.” I touch his face with my fingertips, tracing the line of his brow. “But I want to. I want to make you feel good.”
“I already do feel good.”
“Well, I want to make you feel gooder.”
He lets out a laugh. “Is that actually a word?”
“Probably not.” I grin. Then, I slide my hand around the back of his neck and bring his mouth to mine. “I want to make you come.”
That has an effect on him. The next thing I know, Adam’s on his back, and I’m on top of him, my legs on either side of his hips. His hands are in my hair, my lips crashing down to his.
He kisses me deeply. And I kiss him back, needy. My hands pressed against his hard chest, I start to move them lower. I feel the tremble in his body, and it gives me the confidence I need.
When I reach the waistband of his board shorts, I move off him. Fingers hooked, I start to ease them down. He lifts his hips, allowing me purchase.
He’s naked beneath his shorts, which, of course, I expected. I just didn’t expect him to be…so big.
I haven’t ever seen a penis in real life before. I know. I sound like the virgin I am.
There’s just something fascinating about it—the size and strength of it, the thick veins running through it, how it looks so very hard yet soft and silky at the same time.
Adam kicks his shorts off the rest of the way, but I barely notice. I can’t stop staring.
And he doesn’t seem abashed by the fact.
“Can I…touch it?”
“You don’t have to ask. I’m all yours, babe. Do whatever you want.” He puts his hands behind his head, a confident smile appearing on his face.
Reaching a nervous hand out, I touch him, running a finger up the shaft.
A hiss escapes him.
Looking up, I see his eyes have darkened with lust, and they are fixed on me, that hunger on his face again.
Shifting my position, I kneel between his legs and wrap my hand around him. Then, I do what I think is right. I start to move my hand up and down.
God, I’m so nervous.
I look at him to make sure I’m doing this right.
“Just squeeze a little harder,” he tells me, his voice rough.
I tighten my grip a little and keep my hand moving.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, Evie. Jesus…” He groans, a flush rising on his cheeks.
I love that I’m doing this to him. It gives me a sense of power.
“I’m not gonna last, babe. It’s been…a…long while. Fuck.”
His hips jerk up, then, he starts to move himself up and down, pumping his cock faster in my hand, so I quicken my movements to give him what he needs.
I can feel that need between my legs again, and my body starts to tremble.
“Jesus…Evie…fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I feel his cock jerk in my hand, and then hot spurts hit my skin as he comes. I keep moving my hand until I’m sure he’s done.
I look down at the sticky mess covering my hand and his stomach.
I made him come. My hand made Adam come.
I mentally high-five myself.
I glance up at Adam, and he’s staring down at me with awe written all over his face.
I’m feeling pretty awestruck myself.
“Come here,” he says.
Letting go of him, I lift my sticky hand up. “Do you have anything I can clean myself with?”
“Oh, sure.” He gives a little laugh. Reaching over, he grabs some tissues from the bedside table and hands them to me.
I wipe my hands clean, and then I clean up his stomach. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time.
Adam takes the used tissues from me and deposits them on the bedside table.
Feeling kind of funny, being totally naked, I reach down and get his T-shirt from the floor. It’s his favorite shirt, which makes it my favorite. It’s a black Rolling Stones T-shirt, the one with the tongue sticking out of a mouth.
I pull it over my head, covering my body. It smells like him, and so do I.
It makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.
“I like my shirt on you,” he says, holding his arms out to me.
I crawl into them, loving the feel of his arms wrapping around me.
“But I like you naked an awful lot more.”
I grin up at him. “You do realize, you’re not getting your shirt back, right?”
He pulls the covers over us and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I have no problem with that, babe, so long as I’m the one who gets to take it off your body.”
“Oh, you definitely will be.” I press a soft kiss to his mouth, loving as he hums a delicious sound of assent beneath my lips. “And if I haven’t told you this already, I like you, Adam Gunner—a whole lot.”
His eyes smile into mine, and it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.
“And I like you a whole lot, too, Evie Taylor.” His lips press to mine again. “I think you’re fucking amazing.”
Smiling and happy in a way I’ve never felt before, I tuck my head under Adam’s chin, burrowing closer to his body, not ever imagining myself being anywhere else but here with him.
“Adam, your mother’s on her way up. Serena did ask her to wait, so she could call up to make sure you weren’t busy, but Ava ignored her and bypassed reception. Do you want me to head her off?” the voice of my assistant, Mark, fills my office.
For fuck’s sake.
I let out a sigh. Then, I press the button on the intercom, answering him, “No, it’s fine. Let her in when she arrives.”
“Okay, will do. Just to let you know, I’ll be away from my desk for a few minutes after that. I need to go see Simon in HR.”
“Sure, no probs.”
I let out another sigh, a tired one this time, as I lean back in my chair. I haven’t been sleeping well all week, and I could really do without a visit from the devil.
I wonder what Ava wants this time. I only see her when she needs something from me.
And my lack of sleep has nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t heard from Evie all week. I went to see her on Monday, and it’s now Friday. I told her to call me the next day, so we could talk, and she hasn’t.
And it’s pissing me off.
When leaving the hotel, I’ve seen her at the coffee shop, but there is no fucking way I’m going back in there to ask why she hasn’t called me.
Maybe she doesn’t think us still being married is a big deal. I mean, she didn’t care ten years ago, so why would she care now?
Well, whatever. I did my part. I told her the truth, unlike what she has done with me.
The ball is firmly in her court now.
I hear the familiar click of Ava’s high heels on the wood floor outside my office. It makes my skin prickle, and annoyance grows in my chest. Funny how just the sound of Ava walking can piss me off.
I hear her speak—or should I say, I hear her talking down to Mark.
The door opens, and I repress another sigh.
Here we go.
“Adam.” There isn’t any niceness in her tone, not that I’m surprised. She’s spoken to me with the same level of intolerance ever
since I can remember.
“Ava.”
She narrows her eyes at me. She doesn’t like it when I call her by her first name. Fuck knows why. It’s not like she enjoys or cares to be my mother—well, apart from when I can give her something or do something for her, which is clearly why she’s here.
“What do you want this time?”
She frowns at me—well, frowns as best as she can with all the Botox and skin-tightening she’s had done over the years.
She takes the seat at the other side of my desk. “Is that any way to greet your mother?”
I tip my head to the side. “Sorry. I’ll rephrase. What the fuck do you want this time, Ava?”
Tut-tutting, she shakes her head at me, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “You really are such a disappointment. Other children treat their mothers with respect.”
“Other children don’t find their mothers having a threesome with their best friend’s parents.”
I never did tell Max that. I didn’t know how to. I mean, it’s not something that comes up easily in conversation.
Oh, by the way, I came home from school the other day, and my mother was fucking your mom and dad.
Honestly, I was afraid he’d blame me, and I would lose him.
I was thirteen, and Max was all I had in the world.
Sighing, she rolls her eyes. “Ancient history.” She flicks a hand at me.
I can’t suppress the laugh of disdain that escapes me.
History. Denial. Ignorance.
Ava’s best defenses.
I release a sigh. “I’m busy, Ava. What is it you want from me this time?”
Examining her nails, she says, “Well…it’s been a while since I worked.”
“I thought you were taking a break.”
“I was, and now, I want to work.”
“Well, I haven’t got anything for you. You could always try another studio.”
God, wouldn’t that be a fucking dream? Let someone else deal with her.
Ignoring my suggestion, she says, “I heard that Avalon is going ahead.”
Avalon is a script that came to me a few years ago. Originally, I was on the fence about it. It wasn’t the right time. But the market has shifted, and I think it’s the right time to put it into production. It’s a take on the legend of King Arthur, starting with his fight with Mordred at the Battle of Camlann where Arthur was wounded and thought to have died. It progresses to show his recovery at Avalon, revealing that he lived and returned to lead his people against their enemies.
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