Page 80 of Worship Him

"Nope," he says, popping the 'p' with infuriating smugness. "But I promise it'll be worth the wait."

I narrow my eyes at him. "It better be. I didn't squeeze into this dress for nothing."

"Trust me, that dress is very much appreciated," he says, his gaze briefly leaving the road to rake over me.

As we turn onto a familiar street, my heart skips a beat. "Wait a second... Are we going to Chez Amour?"

Adam's silence is all the confirmation I need. I practically bounce in my seat as we pull up to the valet stand of my favorite restaurant.

"You sneaky devil," I say, grinning from ear to ear as Adam helps me out of the car. I normally dislike surprises, but this one I can appreciate.

We walk hand-in-hand to the entrance, the warm evening air carrying the tantalizing scents of French cuisine. But as we step inside, he bypasses the maître d' and heads straight for a discreet elevator tucked away in the corner.

"Um, Adam? The dining room's that way," I say, pointing in confusion.

He presses the button for the top floor, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Not tonight, it isn't. We're going to the roof."

My jaw drops. "The roof? But they never open that for diners!"

"They do for me," Adam says with a wink as the elevator doors slide shut.

The doors have barely closed before his lips are on mine. The kiss is demanding, but also a little sweet. I can taste his favorite whiskey on his tongue, and it sends a thrill through me.

I gently push him away. "Adam, you’ll ruin my lipstick!"

He glances down at my lips. "I don’t give a fuck about your lipstick. Now come here."

My protests are smothered by his mouth and his hands running over my body. He pulls me tightly against him, and I can feel his heart racing against my chest.

Not entirely reluctantly, I give in and kiss him back, my hand gripping his hair. The kiss deepens and a moan escapes my mouth, driving him to pull me even closer.

He trails kisses down my neck and I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his lips and tongue.

"Adam…"

The elevator dings and the doors start to open. We break apart, breathless but smiling. "Fox!" I laugh and straighten my dress.

He grins and takes my hand.

When we step out onto the terrace, I gasp. The entire roof has been transformed into a romantic oasis, with hundreds of pink Peruvian lilies scattered everywhere. My favorite flowers.

"Adam, this is... incredible," I breathe, taking in the sight.

He grins, pulling me close. "Only the best for you, Des."

A small table sits in the center, laden with an array of sushi and seafood. My stomach growls at the sight, and Adam chuckles.

"Hungry?" he asks, guiding me to the table.

"Starving," I admit. "But why did you arrange such an elaborate dinner?"

Adam pours us each a glass of pink champagne. "It’s a special occasion. A date with the love of my life."

I can feel myself blushing, and my smile couldn’t be wider if I tried. "I love you," I whisper.

He looks into my eyes. "And I love you."

When we sit down to eat, the soft strains of Ellie Goulding's "Love Me Like You Do" drift through the air. I can't help but smile. It’s my favorite song, and also our song.

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