Adored

by Tina Donahue

  Lust hooded his beautiful eyes. “I thought we’d use them at the checkout while the cashier redeems my coupons.”

  She slapped his arm.

  He gripped her ribs.

  Aw, God, not again. “Don’t!”

  “Tickle you or buy condoms?”

  “Both. I like you raw inside me, all right?”

  Wonder transformed his features from salacious to tender. “How could I ever argue with that?”

  An elderly couple passed his car. Once they were in their Mercedes, he opened his door and got out.

  She leaned across his seat. “Do you want me to come with you? I don’t mind.”

  “Stay here.”

  He dragged into the store, his fatigue identical to a man who’d just experienced two bone-softening orgasms.

  Maybe he planned to buy caffeine tablets or energy drinks and didn’t want her to know.

  Allowing him to keep his dignity, she pulled her smartphone from her purse and tapped Sunny’s number. If ever there was a triumph to share, this was it.

  The phone clicked several times and completed nine rings before connecting. “Hello?”

  Sunny’s young, sleepy voice caught Danni off guard. According to the clock on the dash it was late here. She wasn’t sure what time that made it in the Bahamas. “Did I wake you?”

  “No.” Her yawn was sloppy and loud. “I’m good. Is this room service?”

  Danni couldn’t help but tease. “No, sweetie, it’s Roger.”

  “Oh.” Sheets rustled. “Honey?” Sunny’s sleepy voice coaxed. “There’s a call for—”

  “Wait, no.” Danni straightened. “I’m not calling him, I’m calling you. It’s me. Danni. Don’t let him know it’s me.”

  “Oh. Okay. No, honey.” Sunny’s voice grew muted as she spoke to Roger. “The call’s for me. Go back to sleep.”

  Murmured endearments and sucking sounds followed

  Danni made a face, trying not to picture them kissing.

  “Okay, I’m back.” Linens rustled again, followed by faint punching sounds, possibly Sunny belting her pillows so she could recline against them. “Is something wrong?”

  “More like mission accomplished.”

  “The movie?”

  “That’s Mission Impossible.” The story of her love life, until now. “Maybe I should let you get back to sleep.”

  Sunny giggled. “I’m being bad. So, everything worked out? You did it?”

  “Twice, so far.”

  “Good for you. Where’s—”

  “No!” Danni breathed hard. “Don’t say his name.” Not with Roger there.

  “Okay, okay. Is he sleeping?”

  “He’s in Hanson’s shopping.”

  “For groceries? Now? Wait a sec. Are you with him? Does he know you’re on the phone with me?”

  “Of course not. I’m in his car. The buttons on my sweater are gone and I’m not wearing pantyhose or underwear for that matter.”

  Sunny inhaled sharply. “He tore your clothes off?”

  “Just my sweater. I took off my pantyhose before our meeting.”

  “Get out. You did it at the—”

  “Quiet.”

  “Sorry.” She spoke barely above a whisper. “Did you do it at the… you know?”

  “Yeah. In his office.” Danni hesitated then added, “The cleaning crew came in while we were involved.”

  “Whoa, they saw?”

  “Hell no. He’d locked the door. They were in the outer office. With the vacuum running, I don’t think they heard a thing.”

  “You’re bragging, aren’t you?”

  Danni grinned. “A little.”

  “Good for you. Is he into whipped cream and chocolate syrup?”

  She frowned. “I don’t know. Why?”

  “Maybe he’s in Hanson’s shopping for that to eat off you later.” Sunny quieted her voice even more. “Roger’s into butterscotch sauce. I don’t even like the smell. It makes me gag.”

  “Did you tell him?”

  “Oh no, that would hurt his feelings.” Her breath hushed against the phone. “Besides, he’s a fast eater, if you know what I mean.”

  Danni laughed. Though beautiful and built, Sunny had to be one of the funniest and nicest women she’d ever known. “If Roger doesn’t treat you good, you let me know, I’ll hire a hit man.”

  “I can take care of myself.”

  “No, you can’t.” There’d been three lovers in the short time Danni had known her. Sunny fell in love fast and let men take advantage even quicker. The guys either asked her to bankroll their dreams or tore her down, telling her she was stupid, her career frivolous so they’d feel superior.

  She made a pained sound. “I’m getting better at it. How about you?”

  Danni lazed in the seat, her attention on the fluorescent-lit exit. “Adam’s not a player or a liar like Matt or Bryan. I’ve known him for three years. We liked each other as friends before we became lovers. I trust him completely.”

  “No wonder then. That explains it.”

  “Well, yeah. It’s easier trusting someone you know than someone you don’t.”

  “I’m not talking about that. This morning, you thought he wasn’t interested enough in you, but the truth is, he not only wants you physically, he’s your friend. That’s probably why he moved so slowly. He didn’t want to risk ruining what you guys already had. That’s awesome.” Sunny sounded vaguely envious. “You’ll fill me in when I return?”

  “I’ll probably be texting you regular updates, like CNN. Now go back to sleep.” She hesitated then said something she never thought she would. “Get back to Roger.”

  “Thanks for not calling him a ghoul.”

  “Oh hey, I’d never…”

  “I appreciate it.”

  “You bet.” She turned off her phone and tossed it into her purse, her glow fading at Sunny’s ghoul comment and what she’d said about why Adam had moved so slowly.

  Their friendship wasn’t the reason. It hadn’t kept him from crawling all over her in Vegas. Only after he’d moved here, did she have to push him into action and she still couldn’t figure out why. Unless working together had changed the dynamics more than she’d considered, not allowing him to beat a hasty retreat if their relationship tanked.

  Even if he thought such a thing, it still didn’t explain his comment about having her where he wanted, when he wanted. He had to be referring to them working in the same office. Which brought her right back to him not wanting their relationship to compromise his authority with the staff, unless he wanted to protect her reputation.

  He neared the car, gripping a paper bag with little in it.

  Back in his seat, he dropped his purchase on her lap. Definitely not energy drinks, the bag wasn’t heavy enough. Curious, she went to open it.

  “No.” He covered her hand with his. “You’ll know what’s in there when we get to my place.”

  “Will I like it?”

  His lewd grin answered her.

  Now she was curious what Hanson’s was selling these days. Maybe a porn film. Uh-uh. Those they could get online. Possibly exotic kitchen utensils to use as S&M toys.

  The second he started the car and put it into gear, she squeezed the bag gently, trying to determine the shapes inside.

  “Danni.”

  She laughed. “You’re driving me crazy. What’s in here?”

  “When we’re at my place, you’re definitely going to find out. Not before.” With his hand back on hers to keep her obedient, he exited the lot.

  Chapter 8

  Adam’s luxury apartment commanded the top floor in an historic Nob Hill building and bore a faint orange scent from furniture wax. Thankfully, his cleaning service had been here today. Tonight, he needed everything perfect, hopefully magical.

  Given the naked awe on Danni’s face, it was for her.

  She glanced at the hardwood floors gleaming beneath streetlamps, their light spilling through the bedroom bay windows. In the dist
ance, lights twinkled on the Golden Gate Bridge.

  “Wow.” She knelt on the window seat and took in the sweeping view. “How do you ever tear yourself away from this to go to work?”

  With her here, it would be increasingly difficult. His earlier fatigue had already morphed to rash desire, giving his pulse a hard workout, intensifying his brazen thoughts. “I have an iron will.”

  “That’s not the only hard thing on you.” She stalked to his antique metal bed. It dominated the softly shadowed room.

  Unlike their night in Vegas, he didn’t turn on the lamps. Nor would he draw the sheer drapes. He preferred this cocoon representing their carnal privacy. Outside lights provided more than enough illumination for them to see, while the way the building was angled prevented anyone from peering inside. A perfect combination for her to feel protected yet exposed.

  She touched the puffy down comforter. “Nice bed. California king?”

  “Hell, no.” He couldn’t help but tease. She brought out his bad boy. “It’s way bigger.”

  “Yeah, I know. But I’m talking about the bed.” She tossed the paper bag on the mattress and sagged against him. “I want to taste you, now. Take off your damn clothes.”

  Having her in command wasn’t what he’d envisioned. However, giving in to her now would heighten her later obedience to his will. “You take them off.”

  Her quick smile said she liked his idea. “On it. Soon as I strip.” She dropped her coat and sweater on the floor, tore off her bra and tossed it on her other clothes. Her skirt followed.

  Nude, except for her boots, she pranced to the bed, her naked ass facing him. Once she’d propped her left heel on the footboard, she bent to untie her laces, giving him a glorious view the city could never match.

  “No.” His voice creaked like a randy adolescent’s. “The boots stay.”

  She looked over, her hair swinging loose, framing her face. Her eyes sparkled in the faint light. “Yes, sir.”

  Her approach to him swayed her breasts invitingly. She eased his topcoat and jacket from his shoulders then coaxed them past his arms. Rustling briefly, they dropped at his feet.

  “Almost there.” She pushed to her toes and pressed her dewy lips to his throat.

  His knees buckled. He pulled her close, ready to devour her.

  “Easy. I want to taste you.” She nudged his arm from her waist, unknotted his tie, and pulled it from his collar. “We’ll use this later.”

  “Damn right I will.”

  Her smile turned downright wicked. “What’s in the paper bag?”

  “Keep me waiting too long for this blowjob and you’ll never know.”

  “We’ll see about that.” She slung his tie over her right shoulder, keeping it close.

  He leaned in. “Planning to hogtie me with that?”

  “Do I need to?”

  Maybe, if he got too wild. He wasn’t certain what her limits might be, if she had any, but he wanted to find out tonight. “We’ll see.”

  She snickered, her fingers flying over his shirt buttons. Once she’d finished, she pushed the garment past his shoulders and down his arms. “Nice.” She stroked the hair peeking from his pits.

  Already erect, his cock bumped against his fly, demanding freedom.

  She rubbed her nose in his chest hair and tongued his right nipple.

  His head fell back. He struggled to pull his arms from his sleeves, but his cufflinks prevented him. Damn. He gritted his teeth and tugged harder.

  Her heated breath glanced off his left pec. “Now I’ve got you.”

  He grinned. If push came to shove, he could tear his hands free, toss her on the mattress, and screw her until they both lost consciousness. Playing at being her captive was nicer. After which, he’d use what he bought at Hanson’s to make things beyond interesting.

  She slid her hand down his firm stomach.

  He jerked at the tantalizing feelings she generated, raw need mixed with pleasant tenderness. Amazing what one touch from her could accomplish, and by God, she didn’t rush.

  On her knees, she gave his navel an opened-mouth kiss then took her sweet time unbuckling his belt, undoing the waistband button, lowering his fly, and shoving his clothes down.

  His shaft bounced from his boxer briefs and tapped her chin.

  A hoarse moan rushed from her. She gripped his ass and pressed her face to his groin, filling herself with his scent.

  Air whistled through his teeth. What had always proved quick foreplay with other women was far different for her. She not only aroused him, she honored the man he was—imperfect and wanting, needy for everything she could give.

  She licked his crown, preparing his dick for her mouth.

  He yanked his sleeves, needing to free his hands so he could cup her head and keep her at the task.

  She nestled his sac in her palm and stroked each ball, reacquainting herself with their contours.

  Pleasure unlike any he’d known bolted through him, stealing his fight and locking him in place.

  Once she’d pursed her lips around his crown, she slid his rigid column deep into her mouth and throat, farther than she had in Vegas, and more than he believed possible.

  He wanted to groan his delight, but couldn’t make a sound. Her nose was mere inches from his dark curls, the damp heat from her mouth overwhelming him.

  He drew in his shoulders and ground his teeth so hard, his jaw hurt. No way could he take much more.

  In a long, lazy stroke, she slid his shaft nearly from her mouth, her tongue licking then lingering on the head before she sucked him back inside.

  For the first time in his adult life, he needed to whimper. His skin felt as if it were on fire, his chest pumping so hard, one breath slammed into the other.

  She paid him no heed, her mouth working its magic as she massaged his balls.

  The combination from her wet heat, wiggling tongue, and exploring hands defeated him. Eyes squeezed tight, he gasped. “I’m going to come—I can’t hold off—I—” A groan ended his apology. Wild and breathless feelings raged from his groin to his torso, sapping his strength.

  Her mouth and hands held him prisoner. She swallowed his cum, draining him dry.

  His pleasure buzz drifted to contentment then fatigue. Unsteady, he fought to maintain his balance. “Got to sit.”

  She opened her mouth, releasing his cock, then grabbed his arm to help him down.

  Didn’t do shit. His knees banged the floor, the resulting crack rattling his bones.

  “Oh, ouch.” She untied his shoes, tugged them off, and tossed them over her shoulder. They clunked on the floor. Next, she pulled his clothes away from his feet and shoved them aside. “You okay?”

  He rested his sweaty forehead against her shoulder. “Tired.”

  “Of course you are.” She smoothed his damp hair. “You rest. I’ll take care of you.”

  As if he were a feeble old man? He stifled a yawn and jiggled his arms. “How about taking my shirt off?”

  “On it.” She removed his cufflinks and promptly dropped them. They clacked faintly on the wood. “Better?”

  “Sure, when my shirt’s off.”

  “Yes, sir.” She scooted to his side.

  Gauzy outside light grazed her form, chasing shadows from her breasts and belly.

  He wanted to rest his head on her stomach, welcome her gentle breaths, and allow them to lull him to sleep.

  Later. Currently, there was too damn much to do.

  She pulled his left sleeve off his arm and reached around to the right. Her hair swished against his chest, tickling, inviting him to play.

  In time. With his arms free, he fell to the side and stretched out spread-eagle, their clothing mashed under his leg. “Don’t forget my socks.” He wiggled his toes.

  She ignored them to stare at his pooped cock.

  After a much-needed stretch, he settled his right foot on her thigh just below her furry mound.

  Like a good submissive, she peeled his sock off and li
cked his toes.

  Laughter gurgled in his throat.

  Far more intense, she cradled his foot and flicked her tongue over his sole.

  Jesus. His hips left the floor, but he refused to laugh at her tickling him.

  Her lower lip thrust out, a little girl pout. “You need to loosen up.”

  If he were any more relaxed, he’d need CPR. “You think?”

  She shoved his naked foot off her thigh.

  It hit the floor. He yelped.

  Ignoring the sound, she reached for his stockinged foot.

  “Hoping it’s more ticklish?”

  “Maybe.”

  Before she could find out, he pulled back his foot and pushed to his knees, prepared to give her a taste of her own medicine.

  She regarded him warily. “Don’t you dare.”

  “What?” He affected an innocent look then easily wrestled her to their clothes, held her wrists in one hand, and touched her ribs.

  “No, no, no.” She squirmed then begged. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t tickle—shit.”

  “Shh.” He ran his fingers up and down her rib cage. With each touch, he found newer, more sensitive spots. “You want the neighbors to call the police? You want me to go to jail?”

  “I hope you do, you sadistic—” Laughter cut her off.

  By the time he stopped, she lay sprawled over their clothes, alternately panting and hiccupping.

  He leaned close. “You need to loosen up.”

  She gave him the finger.

  Bad girl. He tugged his tie from beneath her and grabbed her wrist.

  Instantly, their play turned edgy. “What are you doing?” Excitement suffused her question.

  “Give me your other wrist.”

  “If I don’t?”

  “I’ll punish you, after I’m through.” He snatched her other hand and used his tie to bind her wrists. Once he’d looped the wider end around his fingers, he pushed to his feet.

  She stared at his growing hard-on mere inches from her mouth. “Through with what? What’s in the paper bag?”

  “Let’s find out.”

  Eager, Danni pushed to her feet, expecting Adam to lead her to their bed.

  He escorted her to his walk-in closet. Wool, linen, and leather scents perfumed it.