Page 72 of Sin City Lights

Suddenly, Eve gave a frustrated mewl, grasped his wrist, and began to move his hand herself.

Fuck.

Jaw tight, he strived to maintain control of the car and of himself, while she—

Through the blood pounding in his ears, he heard an all-too-familiar sound.

His phone.

Hell, no. He let it go unanswered.

“That’s it. Use me. Use my hand.”

Her cries grew frantic. He obliged her and stroked her harder.

A text tone sounded. Adam ignored it.“Reach for it, Eve. Let me see you come.”

He felt her tight grip as she guided him to use three fingers. The S63 went over a bump a bit too fast, and the car bounced.

“Oh, God…oh, God!…”

Her entire body shook. She dug her nails into his palm.

No longer trusting himself to drive, Adam swerved into an empty parking lot, slamming his foot on the brake. The tires screeched. The car lurched.

She lifted her hips high, drawing his finger deep inside her; his thumb stroked once, twice…

And then Eve threw back her head and shuddered, mouth open wide.

Never in his life had he witnessed such a long, hard orgasm. On and on it went, and he drew out everything she had, and then some, his whole body rigid with the struggle to rein in his primal urges.

At last, she stilled.

“Ohh…” She slumped, eyes closed, her chest still rising and falling, but kept his hand there as she still quaked with little aftershocks. Her thumb moved over the tendons at his inner wrist, gently, back and forth.“Oh God.” Her voice was barely audible.

She looked so very vulnerable. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt an overwhelming desire to protect her, and it confused the hell out of him. He also felt compelled to taste her.

Slowly, he slipped out of her grasp, pulled his fingers out, and brought them to his mouth, and she watched with wide eyes as he sucked them clean.“You taste so good,” he said. “I’m going to take you to my bed, and then I’m going to make a veritable feast of you.”

A different ringtone sounded, one that made him grit his teeth and want to smash the phone.

Devon.

He wouldn’t be calling unless it was important.

Muttering a curse, Adam shoved the car into park, cut the engine, and answered.

“Someone had better be dead.”

“Someone very well may be. Jesus, man! You’re the one who busts balls about answering the goddamn phone.”

“What happened?”

“It’s Tim. Work platform fell over.”

“What?” He couldn’t believe it. Safety was paramount at LarsAir.

“Yeah. New guy closed the wrong circuit breaker and tripped the air brake.”

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