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He smiles and kisses the tips of my fingers. “I’m going to live my life showing you that you made the right choice. Because you’ve always made the right choices, Nova, and I’m not going to be the exception.”
“I believe you.” I narrow my eyes. “As long as we keep the fake marriages to a minimum.”
“Darlin’, the next time I walk down the aisle, it’ll be to get married to you.”
“Again with the non-proposals.”
“Who said it was a non-proposal? I’m totally serious.”
I make a frantic sound. “Hold your horses, cowboy. Let’s try dating first and then talk about marriage.”
“Always trying to slow me down,” he mutters, but a grin spreads over his face.
“That’s what I do. You show up with the grand ideas and I bring you back to reality. It’s why we work so well together.” My eyes stray to my cell phone. Speaking of work, I haven’t checked my phone once since Adam threw me into his bed and ripped my clothes off.
“You’re starting to suffer from withdrawal, aren’t you,” he says knowingly, wearing a handsome grin.
“I am not.” I frown. “When are you supposed to pick up Rowan from art camp?”
“Soon.”
“How soon?” I sit up to check my phone.
He grabs my wrist. “Why don’t you let me worry about that?”
My breath catches as he captures my hands and pins them above my head. His fingers slide over my palm and interlock with mine. I feel him pressing into me and I know what’s coming. I know he’s going to take everything he craves until I’m soft and dazed.
This is dangerous. I’m definitely saying ‘yes’ to marriage if it comes from this growly version of Adam.
His eyes glint dangerously as if he knows he has me in the palm of his hand. “We’ve got time.”
“Time to do what?” I feign innocence.
“Relax, Nova.”
Heat blasts me in the face, the chest, the thighs—every inch of my skin. A human inferno. I lift my chin, trying to be defiant. I can’t have Adam thinking that he’s tamed me, even if he has… a little bit.
“At least let me check my emails.”
“Lie down and spread your legs,” Adam orders, his voice dripping with dark authority.
Inside, I’m melting.
Outside, I resist. “Don’t think that tone will work on me all the time, Mr. Harrison.”
“Mr. Harrison?”
“I no longer work for you or Vision Tech, remember?”
“That’s right,” Adam says. The next thing I know, he’s grabbing my ankle and dragging me down. I yelp, skating over the bed and knocking my head into a pillow.
Adam crawls over me like lightning and grips my chin. It’s not a painful touch, but it is firm. I make a tortured sound as he swipes his thumb, stained with the essence of us, over my mouth, slowly circling, massaging, and tugging on my flesh.
I remain strong.
Until he moves his hands lower, lower,there, copying the same motions in aggravatingly slow swipes. I buck in delight, shudder with angry heat, reach for his hair and tug. My body is twisting and seeking him out in desperation.
Something inside me breaks.
