Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head as Adam rubs my pussy over my jeans. The heat of his touch makes me tingle all over. I wish I’d worn something thinner, like yoga pants; I’d be able to feel every little movement made by every one of his fingers.
“This is the treat I want,” Adam says, licking his lips, leaving no doubt as to what he means.
I swallow my nervousness and try to ignore the fog of passion that’s closing in. “Adam, I can’t. William’s in the kitchen with Sawyer, and they’re waiting for me to come back.”
“Okay, he’s with Sawyer. That’s great, right? It won’t take long for me to make you come,” he whispers in my ear. His breath is minty. “I’ll make you lose control, kitten. Just a few minutes. After that, we’ll join them in the kitchen.”
That’s a really good offer. I grow slick at the thought of having Adam’s mouth between my legs again. The man’s not making false promises. He knows exactly what to do.
“Adam, I really can’t,” I say.
“Okay. Trick it is.” He smirks.
Before I can ask him what that means, Adam walks down the hall and into the kitchen.
I hear Sawyer and William welcoming Adam enthusiastically, and I wonder, when did this place turn into such a boys’ club? I’m surrounded.
Still, as I watch the three of them staring with concentration at a big, orange pumpkin on the table, I find the whole scene hilarious and endearing at the same time.
As the afternoon progresses, we manage to carve two of the pumpkins before the real trick-or-treaters arrive. William loves toddling out to the door in his skeleton costume and giving out candy to other kids in costumes.
As for me, I love seeing William happy, and Sawyer, too. What I don’t expect is this warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart when I catch a glimpse of Adam’s smile, especially when he’s doing something with William, like picking him up or ruffling his hair.
I don’t know. Maybe it won’t be such a bad idea after all, to try to make it with Adam. I mean, plenty of couples stay together for the kids, even when they hate each other.
I can’t deny this connection I feel to Adam. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.
Maybe . . . Maybe it’s okay to let things happen and see where they take me, instead of worrying over things that may not happen.
It’s possible for things to go well, right? It’s possible Adam won’t break my heart and William’s, too.
Because the way things are going right now, I don’t know if I can hold myself back. It scares me.
He could be the forbidden fruit that’s bound to ruin me once I take a bite, but right now there’s nothing I want more. I’m afraid it’s too late for me to just walk away from whatever we have.
Adam
“So, about that trick you owe me from earlier . . .” I say from the chair at the corner of Katie’s bedroom when she enters.
Katie jumps. “What are you doing there?”
“That’s the second time you’ve asked me that question today, kitten. How about this? In the future, just assume that when I’m around you, it’s just because I want to be around you.”
“Why is it so dark here?”
“Why do you ask so many questions?” I pat my lap. “Come over here and sit with me.”
“Is William asleep yet?”
“Of course.” I made sure the little guy stayed out of Katie’s way while she was cleaning up earlier and put him to bed. That should’ve earned me some brownie points, right?
“Good.” Katie sighs, then she walks to her wardrobe and opens the doors.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” I get up.
“Getting changed. Getting ready to sleep. It’s been a long day.” Katie yawns. “You’ll have to go to work tomorrow, right? You should go home.”
Her words scrape over my skin, leaving me irritated. Why does she push me away?
Katie had a choice. She could’ve asked me to stay the night; she could’ve said nothing. Instead, she chose to shoo me away.
Meanwhile, I’ve been so consumed by my desire for her I can’t think straight.
I don’t even care that my mom’s been bugging me to bring her here to see her first and only grandson. I feel a little guilty about that, but I’ll deal with it later.
For now, Katie and I barely get enough alone time. Which is why I’m staying.
“Stop telling me to leave. I’m not leaving you, kitten,” I say firmly.
“Oh, that’s not what I meant,” Katie says, turning around, her eyes widening when she sees me already standing close to her. “It’s just . . . It’s late, and—”
I grab the base of Katie’s skull and pull her close to me. My fingers form a fist with her hair in it. “Just . . . shut up.”