Page 60 of Adam’s Obsession

Adam narrowed his eyes at him. “What?” he snapped.

“I need to talk to Katherine,” Jack said ingenuously. Adamrecognized the glint in Jack’s eye. It was one he saw in his own mirrorwhenever he thought of Kat, of kissing Kat, of fucking Kat.

“Later. We’re on a conference call,” Adam growled and Jackbacked away.

“Okay, okay. Later, Katherine.” He sketched a wave and slunkaway, his proverbial tail between his legs.

Adam picked up the phone again and leaned against his desk.“What the hell was that about?”

Kat shrugged. “Who cares? Where were we?”

“We were talking about your goddamn hair. Put it up.”

“But you like it down.”

“When we’re private, Kat. I don’t want Jack seeing it likethat, for Christ’s sake.”

“Why do you care? He’s never going to touch it. He’s nevergoing to run his fingers through it. He’s never going to stroke himself with itlike you did last night.”

“Jesus, Kat.” Adam staggered a little. He plopped down inhis seat, eyes burning. “That was phenomenal.”

“Last night was phenomenal.”

“What did you like best?”

“Coming.”

He snorted a laugh. “Which time?”

“All of them.”

“Come on. You have to have a favorite.”

She shrugged, stroking the vee of her blouse in a way thatwould direct his attention to her cleavage. “My favorite orgasms were the oneswith you inside me.” She watched with glee as he shuddered.

“I want you now,” he grated harshly. “We can go to theexecutive washroom. The door locks.”

“We can’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because I promised Tristan you’d be at the meeting in…” Shechecked her watch. “Five minutes.”

“Shit.”

“You can spend the next five minutes cooling your ardor.”

“I could cool it in about three if you went with me to theexecutive washroom.”

“Maybe later. I have to get ready for the meeting as well.Oh, and Adam?” She blinked innocently.

“Yes, Kat?”

“While you are cooling your ardor, I want you to think aboutthis…”

“What?”

“Remember the outfit you gave me last night? The thong andthe demi-bra and the belt?”