“Adam …” He didn’t have to tell me that he felt something. It was obvious that he did.
“Then I called the cops, and before you know it, not only do two uniforms and two detectives show up, but Sachs shows up with the FBI.”
“Adam, I’m fine. We’re together. In fact, we’re going to be together all the time. Nothing’s going to happen, unless we kill each other,” I joked. He smiled but he still looked kind of upset, and he let out a deep breath.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever gotten worked up about like this. I’m just not used to it. I’ve never felt all protective like this before. I’ve never felt jealous like this before. Mark is one of my best friends and I wanted to kill him too. I still can’t believe he put his hands on your ass.”
“Adam, stop dwelling. Let’s watch a movie or something, then we can go to bed and you can tap my ass and mark your territory.”
“You’re so romantic, Adler.” He laughed. “You know, I wasn’t surprised that you wrote romance novels because I didn’t think you were sexy. I can believe you write sexy novels.”
“What do you want to watch, Romeo?”
“I don’t care. Just don’t sing.” He dropped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me up against him.
“No promises,” I teased, looking up at him with a smile.
We wound up watching This Is the End, which was very funny, and took my mind off the stress of the evening. While we watched, we cuddled on the sofa. I was becoming a much better cuddler and it felt really nice. Adam was so warm and he made me feel safe. By the time the movie was over, and we washed up and headed for bed, I was feeling much better.
“Please take those off before you traumatize me,” he said, looking at my smiling cow jammies as we stood in his bedroom and he dimmed the lights.
“What are you afraid of, that you’ll have mad cow nightmares?”
“I just don’t want to ever imagine you wearing those in bed. It could put me off of sex.”
“I doubt that.” I laughed. “But fine.”
He pulled off his sweatshirt and I unbuttoned my pajama top. We watched each other as we undressed, and I started feeling a warm tingling sensation in my lower cow region. The feeling was obviously mutual, because by the time he was down to his briefs, I could see I was gaining his full attention. As I stripped down to just my panties, I noted that Adam looked decidedly happier.
“Let me rub your back for a change,” I said in my best sultry voice. He went to sit down on the edge of the bed and I knelt behind him and began working the tension out of his shoulders.
“I don’t know what feels better,” he said thickly, “the massage, or that gorgeous rack pressed up against me.” He twisted his head around to loosen his neck muscles and I worked my way over, rubbing the tightness out.
“You like that, huh?” I teased, brushing my rack up against him more.
“Like it? You’re driving me nuts. I want to nail you in, like, sixty different ways. You know, I haven’t done you standing up yet. Maybe I’ll bang you up against the wall.”
“Oh yeah, and you’re a real romantic too, Roth.” I laughed.
“How about this, then,” he said, surprising me by turning around and pulling me into his arms. “I know it won’t be easy, but please don’t give up on me.”
My pulse shot up and a wave of emotion hit me, making my eyes sting and get a little wet again. I had been weepier that night than I had been in the previous year. I was genuinely moved by his honesty and by this little bit of insecurity he was willing to show me. Adam Roth was not a guy who let people see him vulnerable.
“I’m not leaving, Adam,” I said, my voice coming out squeaky. “You’re stuck with me, you poor schmuck.” I reached up and pushed a dark curl off of his forehead. He was looking at me so intently. Now my heart was beating much faster and my mouth was getting dry.
“Lily,” he said hesitantly, “I know it seems nuts….”
“Because we’ve never gotten along, but if we didn’t feel …” I broke in.
“I already figured that out …” he interrupted.
“I mean, why else have we always been so …” I went on.
“Lily, I feel the same way. Now shut up and kiss me.”
His lips were so soft and his breath was warm and smelled like cinnamon. It felt thrilling but tender at the same time. He just lingered there for a few seconds, and then pressed a little harder. I opened my mouth and he kissed me more deeply, caressing my tongue with his, sliding his lips against mine. He tasted like cinnamon too. When he finally pulled back, I felt all swoony. Hey, it’s a word.
“I shouldn’t have called you an asshole,” I said softly.
“I don’t know, I’ve come to view ‘asshole’ as kind of your pet name for me.”
“Thanks to you, people really believe my name is Lilith, you know.”
“Lilith was Adam’s first love,” he said, those chocolate-brown eyes staring deeply into mine. My breath caught and my stomach turned over.
“Adam,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion, “that’s why you’ve always called me Lilith?”
“No, I called you Lilith because she was also queen of the demons and the mother of all witches.”
“Sometimes you really are an asshole, Adam.” I glared at him and he laughed. “So, that backrub felt good?” I asked, changing the subject.
“It felt incredible.” He was clearly trying to make amends. I figured I would let him off the hook, especially since doing so would most certainly lead to my pleasure as well.
“Is there anywhere else you would like me to rub you?” I asked suggestively.
“What do you think?” he asked in a sexy voice leaning in and nipping at my ear.
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes again.” I giggled, anxious with anticipation.
“Lily, if you only knew…” he said standing up, tugging off his briefs, and watching me heatedly as I slid my panties off and knelt on the bed waiting for him. He crawled onto the bed, knelt in front of me and cupped my breast as he leaned in and began kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, arched my back and moaned with pleasure as electricity shot through my body and lit up my nerve endings, making me shiver.
“I’ll let you do it if you want,” I mumbled breathlessly, scraping my nails lightly up his back. My skin was so sensitized that everywhere he touched sent a thrill through me.
“Do what?” he asked in a husky, amused voice, running his tongue along my jaw, and rolling my rock-hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He reached around and began stroking my back with his other hand and my knees almost gave out.
“Get me turned on when we’re in public. What you started to do the other night, whispering naughty things in my ear when we were out together,” I panted. “I want you to do that again.”
“I believe that I said I wanted to make you come in public.” He sat back on his knees, grabbed my waist, pulling me closer and began flicking his hot tongue against one aching peak. “You like it when I whisper naughty things in your ear?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Can I whisper sexy things to you too?”
“If we’re discreet,” he answered. “My excitement is a little harder to hide than yours is,” he added, moving to the other breast while I moved my hands to cradle his head, burying my fingers in his hair. I was starting to become lightheaded.
“I love that I can get you aroused,” I admitted in a voice heavy with need.
“Like nobody else can. I’ll do whatever you want, Lily. Whenever you want, however you want. Will you do something for me tonight, though?” He tugged my nipple into his mouth and began sucking and I almost lost my mind.
“Yes,” I said on a moan. He pulled back and looked up at me.
“There’s something I want to show you.” I immediately looked down at his magnificently erect man toy. “Not that.” He laughed. “Well, that too, but something else.”
He rose up on his knees again, leaned down and kissed me deep
ly, holding my head firmly in place. You know in old school romance where they say that the hero ‘plundered’ the heroine’s mouth? Well, there was some plundering. What drove me craziest, though, was this low groan he was making deep in his throat. He broke the kiss and scraped his stubble across my cheek and I trembled.
“Lie down on your back,” he said in a firm, but not domineering voice. I did what he asked without hesitation. He got up and pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, sitting down, and looking at me hungrily. The way his eyes dragged over my body gave me butterflies in my stomach. “Spread your legs and touch yourself the way you did the first time we were together.” Again, I didn’t hesitate. I’m not really very shy either, I must confess. My fingers quickly traveled south and I was actually surprised by how wet I was. As I stroked my clit, I circled my hips and used my other hand to squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple. When I looked up at him I saw that he was stroking himself too. Oh my God, that was hot. “Talk to me,” he said hoarsely.
“I’ve laid in my bed at night and thought about you while I’ve done this.” I felt a warm ache between my legs. “I’ve imagined your hands and your mouth on me.” His face was flushed and his eyes were dark as his hand traveled up and down his hard length. “Have you thought about me when you were in bed at night, Adam?”
“Yes,” he rasped.
“Did you touch yourself like that?”
“Yes,” he bit out again, and suddenly, he got up. “Come here,” he ordered. I stopped what I was doing and immediately got up. He led me over to the dresser, and grabbed my shoes off the floor. “Put your heels back on so you’ll be taller, and then lean over and put your hands on top.” I did what he told me to and looked up at myself in the mirror. I looked flushed too and my eyes were hazy with desire.
“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he asked, coming up behind me and gently stroking my back. I closed my eyes for a second, letting the thrill travel down my spine. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. “I want you to see what I see.”
I opened my eyes and looked at myself again. The reflection staring back at me looked completely wild. “I look like a wanton woman,” I said in a shaky voice.
“It gets better. I want you to know how you look when you take my cock and how you look when you come. Then you’ll understand how much you own me.”
“Adam …” I was so aroused that I was literally tingling.
“Do you want to feel me inside you, Lily?” he asked in a silky voice, letting his fingers slide down my back, over my ass and all the way up to my slick, throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I said desperately, pushing back against his hand.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he ordered.
“Please, Adam. I’m aching for it. Please fuck me. Please!” I begged and he grabbed my hip with one hand and positioned himself at my entrance with the other.
“Look at your eyes when you take me,” he said thickly and slowly inch by inch slid inside me until he was buried up to the hilt. The look I saw in my eyes was indescribable. There were no words for pleasure that intense. “You have no idea how good you feel, Lily,” he ground out. “When I feel your walls stretch for me, the sensation is so intense, I almost can’t handle it. When I feel you come around me, it drives me insane, but it’s the look in your eyes that almost does me in.” He pulled back and as he pushed into me deeply again, the woman staring back at me from the mirror looked euphoric.
“It’s never been like this before, Adam.” My voice was so thick I was almost incoherent.
“Tell me. Nobody else.” He was starting to move faster and thrust harder.
“Only you, Adam.” I gasped and whimpered, feeling him hit up against the end of me and loving the little jab of pain that accompanied the intense pleasure. “Mmm, yes, so deep.”
“See if you can support yourself with one hand and touch yourself,” he growled, pausing to maintain control. I reached down and started rubbing my clit as he began moving his hips again rhythmically.
“Oh God, yes. Like that. Harder. Please!”
“Is that what you want, baby?” he asked hoarsely, really starting to nail me. “Does that feel good?” I felt his fingers digging into my skin and his cock stretching and filling me completely. The feeling was so powerful I almost couldn’t process it. I knew that I didn’t want him to stop, though.
“Yes. More,” I begged and he pulled back and then slammed into me again as I moaned and pushed against him.
“Tell me how much you love it,” he bit out.
I watched him in the mirror too, and the look of ecstasy on his face every time he thrust into me was making me crazy. We were being rougher and wilder than we had been so far, but I realized that it was a response to all the tension and emotion of the night. He needed to feel some control and I was happy to give it to him.
“I love it so much,” I whimpered. “Please, don’t stop.” He reached around and added his fingers to mine, rubbing along the other side of my clit with one hand and still holding my hip with the other. He was really pounding me hard now. “Yes, like that!” I moaned.
“This is mine, Lily. Say it.”
“Yours, Adam.” I gasped at the molten feeling in my lower belly, the pressure building. It was so intense I was lightheaded and my legs almost buckled. He clutched my hip even more tightly.
“You’re going to come, Lily. Look. Do you see how beautiful you are?” he urged, thrusting into me hard and fast. The woman in the mirror’s head was back; she was breathing harshly through her mouth and her eyes were starting to look unfocused. She was flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat, and damp wavy hair stuck to her skin.
“So close,” I whimpered. “Please. Please don’t stop. Oh, God, I need to come.”
“Let go, Lily.” His slick fingers on my clit began moving faster and I felt myself start to climb, my muscles tensing, my cries increasing in volume.
“Oh God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Oh please, Adam, yes. Adam! Adam!” I screamed as my inner muscles grabbed onto him and began contracting in powerful waves of blindingly intense pleasure. I came so hard that I shook and my legs finally gave out, but he held me up, still thrusting into me.
“I’m going to come too, baby. Oh, Lily. Oh fuck. Lily.”
He slammed into me one last time, groaned loudly and swore some more as he held himself tightly against me. Then the only sound was the two of us trying to catch our breath. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up into his arms with my back against his rapidly rising and falling chest. I felt boneless and he practically carried me over to the bed where we collapsed together, completely exhausted, in a sweaty, panting heap. He pulled me into his arms tightly, holding on like he expected somebody to try to take me away from him. I stroked his hair, and let him protect me, and that’s how we fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
The next morning, bright and early, the odyssey that was my career as a prosecutor began. Looking very lawyerly in Gab’s navy Ann Klein suit, my hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of my neck, I followed Adam into Judge Channing’s courtroom. I would be watching him and Braden in the mornings, and while they prepared their cases for the next day in the afternoons, I would be meeting with the attorneys who handled training. Luckily, since both of my parents had been career litigators, courtrooms didn’t intimidate me.
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked, glancing down at his behemoth pile of case files.
“Not yet, Lily,” he said with a smile.
“All rise! The Court of Common Pleas of Philadelphia is now in session, the Honorable Louis Channing presiding.”
I just sat back and watched as Adam and Braden handled their cases methodically. They made a good team. Adam looked really sexy by the way. He always looked sexy, but he looked particularly sexy here, where he was obviously in his element. He was also dressed in a navy suit, with a gray tie, and he looked all prosecutorial. He also smelled fabulous.
For a second the image of him
naked behind me, thrusting into me over and over, popped into my head and a jolt of heat hit my lady bits head on. Okay, not a good time to think about that. I glanced around the courtroom to distract myself. Over on the defense side sat Mark and Jess, who were also busily and methodically handling their caseload. Everyone was doing something but me.
I have to admit that as I watched Adam cross examine witnesses and make legal arguments I started getting turned on. His cockiness was actually hot here. I started remembering how I had enjoyed being in clinic when I was in law school. The adrenaline rush of battling in court felt a lot like, well, let’s face it, sexual arousal.
Truthfully, I could still write and practice law too, if I tried hard enough. It wasn’t that I couldn’t have been a good lawyer, or even that I didn’t like the law. I had only rejected the whole lawyer thing because my parents were so fixated on me being one. I guess I had wanted to see if they would ever respect me for doing something different. The answer to that one, incidentally, was ‘no.’ My parents were obsessed with their own legal careers, and with the idea of me going even further in legal practice than they had. After all, I had the DNA of two famous litigators in me. Hell, I think they seriously believed that I could become a Supreme Court Justice someday, if I would just grow up already.
About an hour into the session, as Braden was off talking to a witness and Adam was in the middle of a legal argument with Mark, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a cute guy with red hair, holding a file.
“Hey, do we know each other? I’m Kevin O’Donell from the office.”
“No, I’m Lily Adler. I just transferred in.” Okay, so maybe I had failed to mention that I had transferred in from the law library. So what?
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