Page 110 of See You at the Finish Line

“I’ve also never had sex like that before.” And oh lord, the look he levels at me. I think my skin ignites. Not that I’d be aware of it, I’m so absorbed in him.

“Oh really?” I tease. “It was okay.” I shrug, struggling to keep the smile off my face.

His brows knit together even though I know he knows I’m joking.

“Paige Elizabeth Harrison, are you baiting me into having sex with you again?”

“So what if I am?” I challenge.

He flips me over onto my stomach and presses himself into me. His length is hard and ready, insistent against my ass. I crane my neck to raise my eyebrows. He smiles wickedly.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Whenever I read inbooks that couples have a night of rigorous lovemaking, I always thought that was something to pad the story and fill the word count. It never happens in real life.

Adam proved me wrong.

We had a full night of vigorous lovemaking. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that many times in a row, even with my vibrator. At one point we made our way into the shower, and he showed me that his muscles are not just for show. He held my weight as he fucked me against the tile, and my head spun with the g-spot orgasm he gave me. Never again will I say that shower sex is awkward.

We are bleary-eyed and still far from satiated judging by the way he’s looking at me. We have to get to work, though—it’s going to be a hard day. I glance down at Adam’s pants and smile to myself. In more ways than one.

There’s still the problem that coworkers are not allowed to date each other. So while we figure out how this is going to work between us—even though we both know it’s going to stick—we want to keep it quiet. Just between us for now. And Leah, Shay, and Mateo.

And Q.

I yank my eyes away from Adam as the urge to climb his ridiculous body strikes me again. I’ve already had to get dressed twice this morning and neither of us has time to go another round. I throb just thinking about it. Tonight.

To distract myself, I dig out the present I brought for him from the bottom of my bag and nervously hold out the crumpled package.

“What’s this?” he asks, his eyes alight with humour.

“I got you a present. I wasn’t sure if you’d be mad at me or if I’d have to worm my way back into your heart, or maybe your bed. I thought that might be a good place to start, and so I brought something in case I needed to help convince you or you tried to kick me out or—”

“Paige.” He interrupts my rambling, his hand outstretched. I place the small package in his waiting palm.

He tears open the paper and his eyes widen. I’m not sure if it’s a good sign or a bad one. His shoulders start to shake as he laughs and turns over the little plush T. rex dinosaur I got him.

“Cruel, cruel woman,” he teases. I breathe out a sigh of relief at his pure and genuine smile. I don’t usually get a smile like that after someone opens a present from me. At most, I get an eye-roll or a pity laugh. I like it.

His fingers deftly open the rest of the gift—a small frame—and when he flips it over, an even bigger smile blooms.

“You finally gave me the photo you took,” he whispers, staring intently at the moment I captured over two years ago. The picture of him, Mateo, and Caleb at the starting line of the Moab 240. The photo that brought us together.

Then he sees it, squinting at Caleb’s face.

“Is that ... Did you draw devil horns on him?” He looks up at me, his blue eyes incredulous.

I nod, and before I know it, he’s laughing bigger than I have ever seen or heard. It’s pure magic.

I made magic.

“This is going to hang in our room,” he says, his eyes full of tears as he scoops me up and spins me around.

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s the best gift I have ever been given,” he whispers, his humour suddenly replaced with heady tension as he places me back on my feet. “Although the T. rex will have to stay in the closet, where the scary things go.”

“I really am sor—”

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