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Once there, I had found myself pushed up against the door, Hadrian impatiently ordering me to hold my skirt up—-
And then he was pushing three of his fingers inside of me, and all I had been able to do after that was sob his name. It had been so, so good, you see, with Hadrian pleasuring me with his fingers while his thumb expertly ground my clit, and well...it was just as he promised, and he had me gasping with my orgasm in less than a minute.
Best quickie ever, I thought dreamily, and while I didn't think I'd ever admit this out loud, the fact that Hadrian also happened to be the Man in Black made sex with him all the more exciting. There was an element of forbidden pleasure and danger now, and it just made me go...
Ooh. La. La. La.
Hadrian glanced at me curiously when I suddenly sat up next to him.
"Can I play some music?" I asked impulsively.
He pressed the power button of his car radio. "It's all yours."
I connected it to my phone via Bluetooth, and moments later, Camilla Cabello was serenading us with Señorita. The sultry beauty of her voice was a mood all on its own, and it had me bobbing my head and tapping my foot—-
I noticed Hadrian watching me, and my breath caught when I saw the smoldering heat in his gaze. But more than that, it was the flash of tenderness that made my heart squeeze, and I knew then and there...
Hadrian is NOT evil.
I was willing to bet my life on that, even if there did turn out to be a connection between him and the recent string of murders that had all the locals locking up doors before sunset.
Hadrian is NOT evil.
The thought calmed me for some reason, almost as if thinking otherwise had felt my heart safe.
Hadrian is NOT evil.
And by the time we made it to the clinic, and Hadrian was helping me out of the car, I had also made my mind up on something else.
Hadrian studied my expression. "You're planning something."
"Yup."
After a moment's hesitation, Hadrian only said, "Just keep yourself safe."
Huh.
The way he was saying those words, he was making it seem like he knew from experience I was a magnet for danger. Weird. I started to ask him about this, but before I could speak, I heard someone call my name from behind.
"Saoirse?"
The voice was smooth and deep, with more than a hint of arrogance. Hatefully familiar, too, and I couldn't help sucking my breath.
Shit.
My gaze darted up to Hadrian's handsome face, but his expression was unreadable, and that made me nervous somehow.
Jason came up to us then, and I nodded at him in greeting. "Hey."
"Just hey?" he asked teasingly.
I said nothing but forced myself to smile, unable to be rude. He looked good, I thought absently. But then he always did. I had wondered from time to time, how it would feel if we saw each other again. A part of me had been scared and worried that seeing Jason would make me realize I was still in love with him.
But now that it had finally happened, and Hadrian just happened to make up our threesome?
All I could do was try my damnedest to keep my face straight as I watched the two men face each other.
I've been with Jason long enough to gauge his moods, and right now the only way to describe it was pissed.
Jason had always been the type to categorize people in neat little boxes: people who were overweight were automatically lazy, people who cared more about their passions than money were stupid, and so forth. He was convinced that every person matched a certain stereotype, and in his book, guys who still wore hoodies in their thirties or forties were ugly dorks who still lived in their parents' spare bedrooms. Unfortunately for him, Hadrian was the exact opposite. Not only was Hadrian delectably gorgeous, but he was taller and bigger, too (in every way, if you know what I mean), and the fact that Hadrian's ride also happened to be a lot pricier than Jason's years-old Porsche was just the cherry on the top.
Hadrian was the first one to offer hand. "Hadrian."
"Jason."
They shook hands, and I had to fight back another smile. Judging by Jason's grimace, Hadrian's grip wasn't the weak and friendly type he had probably been hoping for.
"Saoirse and I used to date," Jason commented as soon as their handshake-slash-pissing-contest ended.
"She did mention you, yes." The dismissiveness in Hadrian's tone had me fighting back another smile, and the urge to keep my face expressionless became a greater challenge when I saw the livid expression on Jason's face, with the way Hadrian didn't even seem to regard his as competition in any way.
Hadrian turned to me then, asking, "I'll pick you up tonight?"
