Page 31 of Not That Complicated

“Adam,” I said.

“Hmm?” He rocked into me again.

“Why are you here?”

He stilled. “Really, Ray? You’re really asking me that? I’m lying between your thighs right now. You can’t guess?”

I didn’t know Adam well. Or, you know, at all. But it struck me that he got extra sarcastic when he didn’t want to give me an answer.

To distract me further, he shifted over me again. It was a slow, sloooow drag of his hips over mine; my hands grabbed for his arse.

“Oh,” he said, pleased.

He was less pleased when I let go and pinched one taut cheek instead. “This is a pity fuck, isn’t it?” I said. “You feel sorry for me.”

“I felt bad for scaring you about ghosts and I decided to check up on you.”

“You felt guilty.”

“Not actual guilt,” he said with a smile. It was a patient, sweet smile. And condescending.

Also radiant.

His lean muscles pressed down against my so, so very slightly softer body. His hair shone. His skin glowed. Why did I fixate on it so much? Did I have a skin fetish? Kink? Was that a thing? I’d be telling him to rub lotion on any minute.

A flash fire of heat scorched through me at the thought of Adam and lotion.

I shoved that particular image way, way down.

Adam was so out of my league it was insane.

And I didn’t even subscribe to the idea ofleaguesof hotness or nonsense like that.

I had robust enough self-esteem. I was an average-looking guy. I had nice brown eyes and a decent body. Personality-wise, I was a harder sell. I could be fussy. People tend to run out of patience sooner rather than later. But on the surface at least, I was a nice guy.

Average, you know?

There was not one thing about me that should attract the attention of someone like Adam.

He couldn’t want me for me.

He felt guilty for the Fraser thing, he felt guilty for the ghost thing, and I was obviously out of my depth and smitten with him. Whywouldn’the come here for a quick orgasm after work?

You know what? I had my pride, dammit. I wanted to be wanted for me. Not as an apology, a duty, a convenience.

“I don’t want a pity fuck, thank you all the same,” I said. “Or a guilty fuck.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed. “I already told you that’s not why I’m here.”

“I don’t believe you.” I shoved at him. He caught my wrists and pulled my arms over my head.

Oh no.

The sexy pinning move.

I was in so much trouble.

Adam gave me a smug smile. I heaved up against him.

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