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“Nope.”

He squints at me for a beat before turning back to the show.

I do the same. On the screen, Quentin tells Alice he’s not good in bed. She says she’s just bad at asking for what she wants. She tells him to kiss her. He takes his shirt off and slips into her bed. His hand is on her breast, but she directs it between her legs.

She gasps and… oh shit. This is hot and now I’m all wet and tingly. I squirm and cross my legs before braving a glance at Adam.

His Adam’s apple bobs in a heavy gulp a moment before his eyes slide to me and quickly back to the show. He grips the remote.Hard.

Of all the shows he could have chosen. Of all the episodes. But we can’t change it because it will be so obviouswhywe changed it. It’s not a big deal. We can handle this. It’s a sex scene. Big whoop. We’re grown-ups. Neither of us are virgins. And it will be over soon.

Except now Alice isridingQuentin and they’re both moaning.

Adam turns to me and licks his lips.

I lick mine.

There’s a moment of hesitation before he inches toward me.

Boom. I hurl myself onto his lap.

Chapter Twenty

We kiss like we’ve been pining for it for decades…centuries. It’s almost comical how desperate my lips and tongue are to dance with his, and based on his erection pressing into my thigh, I’m not the only one. Are we both turned on by what we saw onThe Magicians? Is fooling around merely a way to relieve stress over Marcia’s date, or are the sparks flying off us finally bursting into flames?

I’m too horny to care.

From beneath me, Adam’s lips slide from my mouth to my neck, sucking gently. I moan and readjust my position on his lap so that the soft and wet part of me that is aching with need hits the hard part of him that feels the best…right there. Over and over.

He cups my ass and jerks upward while I grind against him, my hands resting on his thighs for balance. All the need I’ve been holding back—I’ve been too self-conscious to touch myself since he moved in—is bubbling up and coming to a boil. Adam’s hands dip into the back of my jeans until his fingers meet with flesh. He cups my ass and rocks me up and down on top of him. I whimper, my teeth pressing down on my lower lip. I rest one hand on his shoulder and slip the other under his T-shirt, running it along his smoothskin while I pump my hips. I’m fully clothed, yet so close to coming apart at the seams.

Adam surges forward again. He tucks his head into the crook of my neck and groans.

Rocket lets out a loud bark and races to the front door.

I slip off the couch as Adam flings me from his lap without warning.

Standing over me, he looks horrified and runs a hand through his matted hair. “Shit. Sorry, sorry.”

I look up at him from the floor in a daze. I’m too consumed with unfulfilled need to comprehend the world around me. I hear mumbling from the hallway and the jingle of keys. My eyes widen.

Marcia!

Adam’s sweating. And still hard.

I leap off the floor.

Adam covers his erection and hoofs it to the bathroom.

I hear the sound of a key turning in a lock a moment before Marcia enters. I launch back on the couch and zip my jeans just in time for her to look my way from across the room.

She’s back early. I glance at my watch. I’m not wearing one. I plant on a smile. “How was the date?”

Adam exits the bathroom. “Yeah, how was it?” He lost his boner, along with the ability to look at me, it seems.

Her face crumbles. “It was awful!”

“Ruff,Ruff!”

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