Page 56 of Not That Complicated

I listened to the muffled sounds of plates and cutlery being arranged. I didn’t move. After a short silence, the duvet was tugged off and Adam smiled down into my flushed face. “Food,” he said.

My stomach rumbled on cue.

He waited patiently while I scooted up to lean against the headboard and cross my legs. He passed me a plate that was almost buried under an enormous slice of pizza.

My appetite had come roaring back once Adam showed up. I fell on the pizza like I hadn’t eaten in days.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he said when I’d demolished half the slice. He shook his head when I offered him a bite.

“Not really,” I mumbled through a mouthful of sourdough crust and fragrant tomato sauce. Sexy. Oh. Sexy? Adam reached out and swiped at a string of mozzarella that was connecting me and the pizza. He twisted his wrist to twirl it around his finger, then he stuck his finger in my mouth.

I didn’t even think. I sucked.

His eyes darkened.

I pulled off with a pop, dropped my gaze and said, “So, the dead guy.”

Thatshould puncture the sudden ramping-up of sexual tension that had slowed time down and turned the air heavy.

The bulge in Adam’s jeans didn’t go anywhere.

Maybe not.

“Mm,” Adam said. “Liam mentioned something about another body. Same kind of scenario? Tub, cat litter, floorboards?”

“Yep.” The pizza lodged in my throat.

“Finish your food, Ray. Then you can tell me about it. If you want. I’m here to listen.”

I pulled a face but obediently finished the pizza and started eyeing up the cake.

“Chocolate or cheesecake?” Adam asked. He took my empty plate off my lap, set it on the bedside table, and held out the dessert plates, one in either hand.

“Guess.”

He passed me the chocolate and dug into the cheesecake himself.

I moaned at the delicious moist cake. It was dense and sticky and perfect. “Oh my god. Have you tried this?” It was even better than the brownie at The Lion, and that thing had won awards. Local, to be fair, but an award was an award. Did people know about this cake? Because they should.

Adam pulled the fork slowly out of his mouth, eyes on mine, before replying, “I have, yes. I didn’t like it quite that much.”

“I’m not even sorry.” I moaned again. “It deserves acknowledgement.”

“Very much a sweets guy, aren’t you?”

“If I could get away with it, I’d have dessert for breakfast, lunch, and supper.”

I couldn’t get away with it. Which was why I’d ended up buying dad jeans from M&S. It wasn’t my extra dick inches I was accommodating.

Adam forked up the last of his cheesecake and held it out to me.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I said, leaned forward and took it. I didn’t mean to make eye contact with him any more than I’d meant to moan again. But I did both. I didn’t look away as he drew the fork back, the metal sliding smooth and warm over my lips.

I swallowed hard a few times then weakly said, “Want some chocolate cake?”

I was being polite. I really hoped he said no. It was amazing cake.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Adam leaned forward and gently kissed me.

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