Page 101 of Not That Complicated

“Ray.”

“Naked. Yes. On it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Adam ran down the stairs, and I got busy untangling myself from my clothes. My erection had faded to a dull throb. I made the tactical error of darting into the bathroom before Adam came back. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and glanced up at the mirror.

I moaned in horror.

My cheeks were hectic and blotchy with arousal. My hair, even after Adam had smoothed it down, was a disaster. My eyes were wide and panicked with pupils so blown I looked high, and my lips were kiss-bitten and—I licked them—actually not far off sore.

I looked a desperate, half-crazed mess. I clutched the sink. What was Idoing? How could he—

“Oh, no,” Adam said behind me. I watched his reflection stride across the room in the mirror. “None of that.” He grabbed my hand and hauled me after him.

“I just—” I said as I stumbled into the bedroom. “It doesn’t make sense.” I whapped his chest with the back of a hand when he turned to face me. “Me wanting you? Obvious. You wanting this?”

He wrapped an arm around my waist and fell backward onto the bed, taking us both down. “You’re cute and sexy and a hot mess and I dig it,” he said. “I love the way you analyse things, by which I mean over-analyseeverything, and I love the way you get all up in your head.” He tapped my forehead, turned me onto my stomach and straddled the back of my thighs. He bent down and set his teeth to the base of my neck. “I love that I can pull you right out of your thoughts and make you do nothing butfeel.”

I was about to demand what the hell he meant by that when I heard the faint rip of plastic and then a large warm hand touched my butt. He squeezed gently, gave it a soothing rub. I whimpered. I have no words to describe the noise I made when he slipped his fingers between my cheeks and rubbed gently at my hole.

“There,” he said in satisfaction. “Right there, huh?”

I mumbled something incoherent into the pillow, and demandingly pushed up into his hands.

He laughed. The bed shifted under me as he stretched over and snagged the other pillow. Patting my hip, he murmured, “Lift up for me.”

I did, and he slid the pillow under my hips. I humped it and lurched forward when he gave me a brisk spank. “No humping the bed,” he said.

“No promises,” I replied.

“I’ll roll you over and make you watch me while I finger you open,” he warned.

“I will do my very best not to hump the bed,” I replied quickly.

“That’s what I thought. Although, we will be doing that soon. You’ll be putting it off, not avoiding it entirely. In fact, I’m going to make you watch me do all sorts of filthy things to you.”

“You are?” I cleared my throat. “What would...? What do you mean? I should probably know what to expect.”

Adam stroked a proprietary hand over both my buttocks. “Well,” he said, and slipped a finger inside me without warning. I gasped and jolted under him. He spanked me lightly again and I bit the inside of my cheek in a vain attempt to not moan. “I’ll spread you out. You’re a squirmer, and I’d have to hold you down for it, but I don’t think that’ll pose too much of a problem. I’m bigger. Stronger. Heavier. I’ll spread you out, legs nice and wide so I see everything, and I’ll make you watch while I do this.” He was sliding in and out tenderly. Too tenderly. I found myself pushing back with impatience. “And I’ll enjoy watching you get all embarrassed about it.”

“I won’t be embarrassed.” I would besoembarrassed.

“Right,” he said. “I remember. You’re a sophisticated lover.”

Adam added another finger, and pushed deeper. I hitched a leg up in reaction, rocking down into the pillow.

“Ray,” he said in that warning voice again.

“I can’t help it,” I snapped. “It feels too good.”

He pressed a hand to the small of my back and held me down. “How does this feel?” He thrust in hard and fast a few times, then slowed to a languorous, gentle stir.

“Like you should get in me,” I babbled. “I’m good to go, come on, let’s get this party started.”

“The party is in progress,” he said with an amused snort. “Try to keep up.”

“More,” I said.

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