Page 70 of Never Fake Date the Financier
Adrian snorts and then sneezes because he’s still mildly allergic. “Try telling her that. Yesterday I found her sleeping on my laptop when I left it on the couch for five minutes.”
“She’s marking her territory and begging for your attention. Aren’t you, you possessive little monster?” I try to pick her up, but she bats at me.
We’re working on it. She sat next to me on the couch a few days ago, so she’s not entirely opposed to me.
Adrian scoops her up and scratches her behind the ears. “She’s a little grumpy today.”
“She’s also been plotting my demise since the day I moved in.” I narrow my eyes at the cat, who gives me an innocent blink in return. I reach out to stroke her head. Snickerdoodle allows this contact for approximately three seconds before deciding she’s had enough, wriggling out of Adrian’s arms and scurrying off into our bedroom.
“Now that I’ve got you all to myself…” I lean in. Adrian leans in. “Let’s eat,” I mutter against his lips.
“Fine,” Adrian says, sighing. “But not without one last taste.”
He thrusts his hand behind my head, tunneling his fingers through my hair as he guides my lips to his. When he kisses me, my body feels like it’s going to burst. Fireworks here. Explosions there. It’s hard to believe that kissing Adrian gets even better and better. I can’t imagine how it will be a decade from now if it keeps going on this trajectory.
Thankfully, Snickerdoodle leaves us be for the moment, allowing us to break the kiss when we feel like it, which coincides with my grumbling stomach.
“Sorry,” I breathe.
“Don’t be,” Adrian mutters, brushing my lips with my thumb. “That should be enough to hold me over until dessert.”
“Mmm… gelato.”
“Mmm… Ella.”
I snort. “Easy, tiger.”
“Never.” He kisses me harshly, slaps my ass, and then guides me over to a barstool at the island, my mind still reeling when he slides a plate in front of me with a slice of pizza that looks quite good.
“Don’t look so surprised.”
I smile, giddy as I look at Adrian, handsome as ever. Amazing as ever. “Nothing about you surprises me anymore.”
He frowns. “Guess I’ll have to cook something else up.”
“Maybe another trip. Let the professionals deal with the meals.”
He taps the edge of my plate. “See if that changes your mind.”
He watches me closely as I grab the slice, taking it to my mouth, pausing for a few beats before he nudges me to keep going. And I do. And IHOLY HELL!It’s crispy and crunchy and gooey and some of the best damn pizza I’ve ever had. “It feels like I’ve been transported back to that night. Seriously, Adrian, this is amazing.”
Adrian takes a bite and groans approvingly.
“This is making me feel better than the day I found out BlackeThorne won its lawsuit against Eugene.”
Adrian laughs. “Glad you enjoy it. And on that note, I have an update. I heard through the grapevine that he’s selling used cars in New Jersey.”
I nearly choke on my pizza. “No.”
“It’s true. No one in the industry will touch him.”
“Okay, you need to stop right now. Any more news like that and I might orgasm right now.”
Adrian nearly chokes on his pizza, but then recovers, eyes watering. “I may not be able to surprise you anymore, but you’re certainly full of them.”
“Did I make the unflappable Adrian Thorne blush?”
He shakes his head, setting down his pizza as flames flicker in his eyes and his voice deepens. “No. You made me think about you orgasming. And what’s in store for you tonight. It’s our anniversary, Ella, and I plan on making it a memorable one.”
