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“What exactly does Adam do?” she asks me.
“He’s a financial adviser,” I reply. “Actually, it’s way more than that, but I’m not a numbers guy. He has clients all over the world, so he’s in his office at all hours of the day due to time differences. It’s past closing time for most of us, but in Hawaii, it’s still early afternoon.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” she says, nodding as she helps me put the groceries away. “What are you making for dinner, anyway? I can get it started.”
“I’m grilling some steaks and making a salad.” I boost her up onto the counter and step between her thighs. Cupping her ass in my hands, I brush my nose against hers. “You can help me chop vegetables.”
“Okay.” Her hand moves under my shirt. Brooks has a shower at the shop, but I typically don’t use it. I did today, though, because I knew I’d be seeing my girl, and I didn’t want to be greasy. “Are you in a hurry for dinner?”
With a grin, I lean down to nip at her lips. “No, Shorty, I’m not in a hurry.”
Nudging her skirt up around her hips, I slip my fingers into her panties and kiss my way down her neck.
“You smell fucking delicious,” I growl in her ear.
“Youfeeldelicious,” she says. “Jesus, your muscles are insane.”
I’ll never stop going to the gym.
“You’re already so wet for me, baby.” She tugs my shirt up. I yank it over my head, let it drop to the floor, and moan when her little hands roam over my skin. “I want this dress off you.”
With a little effort, the dress joins my shirt on the floor, and I unfasten her bra, letting it fall as well.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her skin as I leave open-mouthed kisses down to her spectacular tits and pull one nipple into my mouth. Alex’s hands slide into my hair, holding me to her, and I nudge her panties aside so I can drive her wild.
“Jesus, Gabe.”
“Just me.” I grin and nibble over to the other breast and slip a finger inside her wet heat. “God, you’re sopping. What got you so wet, baby?”
“You.” She clenches around my finger, making me groan. “Just being near you.Fuck.”
“Is that what you need? You need me to fuck you?”
She’s nodding, her eyes closed, and I fist my other hand in the hair at her nape.
“Look at me. You need my cock, Alex?”
“Fuck yes.”
She’s made quick work of unfastening my pants and nudging them down my hips. When my cock is free, I lean my forehead on hers and swear.
“I don’t have a condom.”
Alex swallows hard, her bright blue eyes pinned tomine. “I’m on birth control, and I know that I’m good to go medically. But if you don’t?—”
“Oh, I do.” I rest my hard cock in her folds, not pushing inside her yet, and frame her face, kissing the hell out of her. “But Adam?—”
“Is right here.”
Chapter Twelve
ADAM
Christ Jesus, I wasn’t expecting this when I ended my phone call. I opened the door of my office, and when I came around the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks because, as if I’d conjured it out of my fucking imagination, there they both were.
In our kitchen. About to fuck.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than these two humans.
