Page 32 of Reckless Games

He shrugs. “It’s close enough.”

“So that…” I tip my head to the doorway and glance over, still feeling the burning of the hard tile on my knees.

“Isn’t something I normally allow.”

I try to bury the triumphant smile fighting to break free. With all the walls around Adam’s heart, I’ve scaled one. Found a way through a crack in his shell. Somehow, I’ve managed to reach the Capricorn enigma I can’t wrap my head around.

“Well, thank you then.” I nod my head once.

“Thank you?” He tips his head back and laughs.

Actually laughs.

Wild, free.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard Adam come close to laughing before, and it’s a soul-shattering sound. I’d like to bottle it up so I don’t have to spend the rest of my life missing it.

“I should be thanking you, baby girl. You’re the one who swallowed my cum as I recall.”

Biting my lip, I can still feel him in my mouth. I can still taste him. And his filthy words only make me want him more.

People tend to see my small-town, simple life and treat me like I’m sweet and can’t handle things. Not Adam.

Adam doesn’t make love to me, he fucks me.

And when he opens his mouth, he has no problem saying the crudest comments, almost as if he knows I love that side of him.

He chuckles, reaching for my other foot and working on the toes before moving to the arch.

“Why do you host these events anyway?” I sink lower into the warmth of the water. “I’m sure you have no problem getting laid.”

The man is chiseled. A walking distraction without his clothes. And even if I was desperate to get a look at his body, now that I have, he might as well have ruined me with the sight of him.

Fully naked, his chest dewy from the steam. Shoulders mountainous to climb. Every perfectly carved inch of him is on display. I’m not sure there’s any getting over seeing a body like that.

“These parties aren’t about getting laid,” he says. “At least, not for me.”

I’m tempted to ask him what they could possibly be about then, but he looks away, effectively shutting me down. And I know better than to fully ruin this moment, so I shift gears.

“I guess you have to do something when you have a place like this all to yourself. These parties are as fitting as anything else.”

Adam looks around the room, humming, but not really responding. So I sit quietly and sink into his touch.

He rubs my feet, and I tip my head back to close my eyes. My throat is sore from how roughly he fucked it, and my body is easing with the warmth of the water. It’s clear this is the first time in my life I’ve been fucked properly because I’ve never felt like this after sex.

Adam releases my foot into the water, and I look up to see him stretching his arms out along the sides of the tub, watching me.

“Are you just going to sit there staring at me?”

“Best view in the room.” He smirks.

I shake my head but can’t fight back my smile. His comments teeter on the line between sweet and dirty, and I want both.

“Laugh all you want, I’m not joking.” He shrugs.

He scoops up a handful of water and rakes it through his hair. It’s darker wet. Rivers run over his strong jawline, and he drags his palms over the faint scruff dusting it.

“So why Christmas?” I ask. “Why not a summer getaway when it’s actually warm and people could use the outdoor pool?”

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