Page 54 of First Comes Forever

“Adam, I’ll call you a gentleman, a god, a king, or a fucking dragon if you want. I don’t care. Just keep going.” She pulls me closer with her fist still clenched in my hair. “Please,” she pleads.

It barely takes a minute to finish her off. By the time I’m done, she’s pushing me away with her palm against my forehead. The sensitivity is too much, her legs are shaking, going weak. Unhooking her thighs from my shoulders, I rise to my feet and hold out my arms so she can collapse into me.

She shakes her head against my chest as she chuckles. “I promise I’m not usually that loud and dramatic. Guys just never do that for me. You are definitely a gentleman.”

Leaning back, I lick my lips, still tasting her on my tongue. “Guys don’t do that for you?”

She shrugs. “My past lazy dates didn’t offer and I normally don’t ask. It feels too personal.”

“More personal than actual sex?”

She nods. “Definitely.”

“But you like when I do it?”

She smiles. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well, good.” Letting her go, I flip the handle of the walk-in shower, remembering it takes ages to get hot. After peeling off my shirt and stepping out of my pants and briefs, I hold out my hand, helping Amani off the bathroom counter. “I don’t have any condoms on me, so how about we get in the shower and just get a little more personal?”

“Smooth line, Adam.” She winks at me over her shoulder before stepping into the shower and dropping to her knees.

twelve

Adam and I played in the shower until the water ran cold. I love the way he watches me. Not because he was worshiping my chest like he’s never seen bare tits before. It’s how he checks for my reaction every time he touches me.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a man pay this much attention to me. Under different circumstances, Adam and I could really be something. Maybe in an alternate reality where we want the same things, and I’m not struggling so damn much to understand who the hell I am at twenty-eight years old. But it’s clear we’re both jaded, for different reasons, sure, but jaded nonetheless, so boundaries and timelines make most sense.

He emerges from the bedroom, dressed again, and his hair is already dry. Mine is still damp, braided in a tight tail so I don’t have to worry about blowing it out later.

From the blowup mattress on the living room floor, I ask, “Everything okay? You’ve been in there a while.”

“I was on a call,” he replies, studying me with a pensive smile. Has he always been this good-looking? How the hell did I keep my hands off him for weeks? Or do men just get better looking after they give you multiple orgasms?

“Hey, summer girl,” he says as he plops down next to me, making me bounce in place. “I already told you you’re breathtaking, right?”

“You just want to see me blush.”

He plants a kiss on both of my cheeks where I’m assuming they’ve turned pink. “Maybe.”

“Are you leaving?” I ask, pointing to the bulge of his wallet in his back pocket.

“Yeah,” he exhales. “I hate to leave like this, but a work problem came up, and I actually have to go to New York…like right now.”

“Oh, okay,” I say with a small nod.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asks, staring right into my eyes. “You think I’m trying to ditch you after sex?”

“We didn’t technically have sex. But no, I believe you. Plus, you don’t owe me anything. Is everything okay with work, though?”

He drags his thumb under my eyes across my cheek. “Loyalty is everything to me. When someone breaks my trust, I like to handle it swiftly.”

I lie backward, resting my head on the pillow. I’m a little turned on at boss-man Adam and thoroughly annoyed that neither of us has protection. I’ve had my fill of his fingers and tongue. “Uh-oh, who’s in trouble?” I ask.

He stays sitting, rubbing his palm against the top of my thigh. “There’s a rumor going around that Chase’s agents lied and declined a role on his behalf months ago. It was a big opportunity, and they said Chase wasn’t up for it, so they could put one of their new clients in his place. If that’s true, I will fuck them out of Chase’s new deal so hard, their heads will be spinning.”

“I don’t understand. I thought you made Chase’s deals. Aren’t you his agent?”

“Manager,” he clarifies. “I used to work for Chase’s agency, LMC–Lucas, Maines & Corbin Talent Agency. Not an easy agency to get into. I interned for free while finishing my undergrad in business law and they were still reluctant to give me a desk after I graduated. Chase was one of my very first clients, and after a few failed auditions, LMC instructed me to drop him.”

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