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His thrusts get harder and deeper still and if it weren’t for his lips on my neck that beg me to kiss him, I would be writhing beneath him.
“What’s your word, Suzette?”
“Whiskey,” I whisper, feeling the pleasure build and build.
“Good. I need you to remember that.”
I almost ask him why, but he doesn’t give me enough time. Adrian holds me down and fucks me ruthlessly. With deep strokes, he takes me like I’m his fuck toy.
I come instantly, his name on my lips and pleasure like I’ve never felt before rocking through me.
ADRIAN
Exhaustion lays heavy against me, in the best of ways. The city lights creep through the edge of the curtain and cast a soft glow in the bedroom. The bed is warm and Suzette’s body is molded to mine under the sheets. Her back to my front, my hand over hers. She makes this little humming sound every time I kiss her just beneath her ear. It’s addictive. And when I sleep, I pray I hear it. The contentment, the satisfaction. I could see myself devoted to that soft sound.
“Did you enjoy it?” I question in a whisper at the shell of her ear.
Her response is a hum, a sated one cloaked in sated fatigue. My cock twitches at the memory.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts,” I whisper, bringing my hand to her hip as she presses her ass against me.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs. She’s quick to take my hand back, slipping her fingers through mine. Her eyes stay closed. She’s well and thoroughly fucked, and after the night we’ve had, sleep should come easy.
All I can think is that I didn’t ask to fall for her. It wasn’t a part of any plan.
Every detail in the beginning was something I had planned. But she was unexpected, andthisis entirely unexpected. Falling for her feels like it changes everything. I don’t know what exactly changed, but everything feels different.
“I’ll dream of you,” she says.
“As you should,” is what I reply. I bite my tongue before I let slip,I’ll dream of you too.
* * *
If you’re reading this,put your phone down and listen to your father.
My mother’s text shows on the screen as I pick up my BlackBerry. I can’t help but huff out a humorless laugh before setting it back down and tending to the pan on the stove.
The smell of bacon fills the kitchen as I flip the pancake one last time before slipping it off the skillet and onto the pile of six on the plate.
The fresh fruit was already sliced and prepared. All I had to do was pour the mix of cantaloupe, berries, and watermelon into the small bowl.
I’m not a chef by any means, but I can manage a simple breakfast.
The stack of pancakes joins the table next to the syrup and butter. Deeming it acceptable, I glance behind me toward the stairs deciding to wait until Suzette is up so she can join me. My BlackBerry buzzes again and I’m not certain if it’s my father, telling me I need to take the weekend off, or my mother, agreeing with him. It could also be a work email, calendar notification or someone else who needs something from me.
With a black coffee in hand, I stalk to the adjacent living room and peer out of the windows overlooking the early morning in the city. It’s already bustling beneath us.
This city never sleeps and, if you want to keep up with it, you can’t either. The only thing that stops me from heading to my office is the knock on my door.
“Come in,” I call out, knowing exactly who it is.
“Mr. Bradford,” Noah greets me, carrying a variety of large department store bags in different colors, half of them with tissue paper peeking out. “This should do, I hope.”
“Have you got everything?” I question, very much focused on the details beneath Suzette’s clothing.
The older man nods, professional but with a knowing look as he sets the bags down. “Ann selected the delicates.” His sport coat and dark jeans are evidence that he has plans, more than likely with his wife.
“I appreciate it. Please let her know I am grateful.”
