Page 180 of Sin City Lights

She squeezed his hand.“Know what I wish?”

He glanced at her, then looked away. He needed more time to process before having some sort of profound discussion about their future.

“I wish Trevor were here.”

A slow smile curved his lips.“You miss him?”

She laughed.“I’m sure he misses you.”

He snorted.

“Seriously, though, I do miss him. It was like having a food and cleaning genie.”

He laughed.“That’s quite a visual. Harem pants and a turban. And when we’re done with him, he turns into a wisp of smoke and goes back in the bottle.”

“I miss those porn star martinis.”

He slanted her a glance.“I can do that for you.”

“Oh?”

“Sure. That’s what the Blendtec is for. All I need is frozen passion fruit. But it’ll cost you.”

Her pretty lips twitched.“Same price as always?”

“Yup. I’m boring.”

“That’s not the first word that comes to mind when I think of you.”

They’d reached the entry to the outdoor shower. Unable to suppress a smirk, he slowly peeled his T-shirt over his head, watching her in his peripheral vision.

Yup. There it was, that intense, hungry look in her brown eyes that always made him feel like Superstud.

He flipped the shower faucet handle and stepped inside, not bothering to remove his shorts. With one tug, he pulled her in with him.

“Adam!” She gasped as the cold water hit her in the chest, making her nipples pebble beneath her tank top, the fabric quickly turning see-through.

He cupped her breasts, then hauled her to him, pressing into her belly and pinching her pert behind. He gripped the hem of her tank top.

She tried to slap his hands away.“The landscapers might see!”

He shrugged and slid the opaque glass door closed.“No one will see. And if they do, they’ll have something to look at.”

He bent to kiss her under the rush of water, delectably refreshing on his heated skin.“Tell me,” he murmured,“what’s the first word that comes to mind when you think of me?”

She nuzzled his chin, then licked the water off his Adam’s apple.“Love.”

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Eve

“That’s all, thank you, Trevor. Everything was perfect.”

Eve smiled over her porn star martini, barely containing her amusement as she watched Trevor fuss over Adam. As she had done many times over the past few months, she congratulated herself for stealing him from Lark.

“There’s crème brûlée,” Trevor tempted.

Normally, Eve would have jumped right on that, except she’d been waiting impatiently for Adam to finish eating dinner. He’d been gone for an entire week again, and the only thing she wanted for dessert right now was him.

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