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The decadent slide of Adam’s skin against mine as he makes his way back up my body has me melting into the mattress. That orgasm wrecked me, and what’s even better is, I know he’s not done.

My eyes flutter open to find Adam staring down at me, an unreadable expression on his face. “I’m in over my head with you, aren’t I?” I whisper.

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“At least we’re in the sinking boat together.” I wrap my leg around his waist, opening myself to him in more ways than one. He flexes his hips, the thick head of his cock gliding through my wetness with ease. He reaches across the bed to grab a condom. I have no idea when he put it there, but I’m not going to complain about his foresight.

Once it’s in place, he leans back over me, pulling me into a languid kiss. It goes against the strain in his muscles, indicating it’s taking everything in him to hold on to his control.

But I’m ready for him to let go. I want him to feel safe enough to be his full self, holding nothing back.

I move my hands down to cup his taut ass, pulling a groan from Adam. I lift my hips, rubbing against his shaft, and it seems to be the final straw in breaking Adam’s steely control.

He lines up with my opening and thrusts in deep, making both of us gasp. He stares down at me in awe, as if he needs to make sure this is really happening. I nod my head, hoping he knows I’m feeling the same things. I never expected Adam to let go of the rigid rules that governed him, and I sure never believed he’d let go of them for me.

But here we are, sharing this extraordinary experience together.

He begins to move, keeping his thrusts shallow to allow my body to get used to his invasion. As he starts to pick up speed, my walls tighten around him. No one has ever been this deep inside me, hitting a spot so sensitive that I’m on the edge of orgasm in minutes.

Adam links our fingers together and raises my arms above my head. Using the new position as leverage, he drills into me over and over, setting my entire body aflame.

“Let go, Ellie. I promise I’ll catch you,” he whispers into my ear.

Knowing I can trust his words, I detonate, baring down on his cock as my body pulses. Adam groans through his release, his body shuttering as he comes with me.

After a long moment, our breathing is the only sound in the room. He releases my hands, and my fingers ache from gripping his so tight. With a gentle finger, he slides a wayward hair off my forehead, his eyes filled with affection. “I’ve always known that the minute I had you, I was going to want more. Now, I know without a doubt, I’ll never get enough.”

CHAPTER16

Adam

No,don’t touch me!

My eyes fly open as the scream echoes in the room. I look over at Ellie as she writhes on the bed, a nightmare clutching her in its grasp.

“Ellie, sweetheart.” I reach out to her, grabbing her shoulder to shake her awake. In an instant, she grabs my wrist and twists my arm until she’s hovering above me. Fuck, that hurts. “Ellie, it’s Adam. It’s me, darling.”

She lets me go immediately, scrambling across the bed in horror.

I turn on the lamp on the side table, giving us both a second to calm down.

“Adam,” Ellie whispers, her tone filled with horror. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what just happened.” She’s clutching the sheet up to her chin while her eyes are wide with shock and fear.

I slowly bring my hand up to tuck a piece of her wild hair behind her ear. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have tried to shake you awake. You were having a nightmare, and I just reacted instead of thinking. In fact, I’m quite impressed with your quick moves.”

Ellie’s lips quirk up at the side. “I’ve been taking self-defense classes for the last year. It’s good to know they’re paying off.”

I smirk. “You should give your instructor a bonus.” I lean back against the headboard and gently tug Ellie into my chest. She snuggles closer, easing some of the tension in the room. I slide my hand up and down her bare back to give myself something to do while I figure out how to ask what her dream was about.

“I went to the University of North Carolina in Greensboro right out of high school,” Ellie says.

Not what I expected her to say, but I have a feeling her nightmare begins with a much bigger story than her brain conjuring imaginary monsters.

“I got this amazing scholarship for their graphic design program, and even though my parents disapproved of my career choice, they weren’t going to make me give up an almost-full-ride scholarship to a good school.”

“Your parents didn’t want you to get a graphic design degree?” I’m incredulous that they’d disapprove of Ellie pursuing her passion. Especially if she was good enough to get such a great scholarship.

“No, they wanted me to do something like finance or business because those salaries were guaranteed. Art is not. I’d stopped caring about their opinions years before I graduated high school. My scholarship was enough that if they refused to pay for my schooling, I could’ve gotten loans and still been fine.

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