Page 111 of See You at the Finish Line

He silences my apology with a kiss and just like that, our clothes have disappeared.

Adam places keys inmy hand when I’m by the door before reaching around to rest his hand on the handle. He doesn’t open it though, so I’m caged in his arms. There are worse places to be. His eyes are dark as he takes me in, leaning down to kiss me like a starving man in the desert.

It reminds me of our first kiss when wewerestarving in the desert. One of his hands comes up to stroke my cheek before moving to the back of my head. I feel his grip tighten, pulling my hair as he wraps my ponytail around his hand.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?” he asks barely above a whisper. My hair tugs as he uses my ponytail to guide my head to meet his searing gaze. “Every time I see this sassy thing whipping around, I want to grab it and pull you to me as I bury my cock inside you.”

We don’t have time, we don’t have time, we don’t have time.

He growls—actually growls—when I push him away, laughing as I leave the house. My house. Our house.

At work, I’m greeted by a body coming at me. Connor envelops me in a hug, and I’m surprised to see him here.

“Connor!” I exclaim when he lets me go.

“I am so happy to see you, Paige. Welcome back! Everything okay with your sister?”

“She’s making a full recovery. And I’m happy to see you too,” I say. I think he can sense my hesitancy.

“Oh, don’t worry, you still have your job. They decided to keep both of us.”

I’m so relieved. “That’s great news!”

We’re entering the arena when Adam’s car pulls into the parking lot. I can’t help it—my eyes track him as he climbs out, his long, thick legs surprisingly graceful. Did the world turn to slow motion or is it just me? He runs a hand through his hair and his shirt lifts, revealing a sliver of skin. Skin I have personally tasted. Ten out of ten, would recommend.

He sees me watching and a wide grin splits his face.

We’re screwed.

“Hey, Adam,” Connor says brightly. “You look chipper this morning. Get a good night’s sleep?”

It takes everything in me not to laugh.

“No, I didn’t. Something kept me up all night.”

“Well, whatever it is, you should keep doing it because you look radiant.”

Adam claps Connor on the shoulder to hide the snort that bursts out of me, steering him into the building with a wink my way.

“Don’t worryman, I plan to,” Adam says.

I follow them into the building and get my bearings. It’s hard because Adam’s butt is so damn fine in his athletic pants.

My phone buzzes.

Adam’s Actual Phone Number

Monday 9:10 a.m.

stop looking at my ass

conceited much? I was staring at Connor’s ass

don’t make me report you to HR

I’ll have to divulge the dirty details of everything I’m currently thinking of doing to Connor’s ass

I know that you’re joking but please don’t talk to me about another man’s ass, especially when I can still taste you on my tongue

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