Adam's Fall

by Liv Morris

  I place my hands on my desk and rise from my chair, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. I want this woman now. Fuck my lack of sleep; I want her scent all over me.

  “Stop.” Kathryn points her finger at me and motions for me to sit back down. I acquiesce but counter with a question.

  “What is my reward for sitting back down? It better be good because I want to kiss you until you can’t remember your name. Tell me. I am this close to getting back up and doing just that.”

  She trails her finger along the desk as she circles toward me. Everything about this woman screams seduction.

  God, what I want that finger to do to me, and what I want my hands to do to her. She halts as she reaches the last corner of the desk. I have a notion to reach out, grab her, and pull her onto my lap, but I’ll give her a few seconds before I pounce on her.

  “So this is where you’ve been holed up all week.” She sweeps her arm to the side, gracefully showcasing the room and my rather plush surroundings. “Quite the place you have here, Mr. Kingsley.”

  When she calls me Mr. Kingsley, all I want to do is swipe my arm across the desk and push the clutter onto the floor. Then I’d place her on the desktop and strip off her coat.

  I reach for her but get my hand slapped as I near the hem of her coat. “What the fuck? You’re killing me, baby.”

  “Please be patient. I promise to make it worth your while,” she says. There is no doubt who’s holding all the cards tonight. She knows the power she has over me. The odd thing is I’m perfectly happy to be under her control.

  I allow my gaze to travel up her long legs, to her belted waist, and finally to the curves of her breasts. They all add up to one awesomely fuckable woman.

  “Oh, I’m not letting you out of here until you do,” I say, even though I’d be willing to yield to her wishes in the end.

  She sits on the edge of the desk and crosses her legs. They’re long, toned, and end in sexy red stilettos. The lobby guards probably thought she was a “working girl” as she walked to the elevators. The thought makes me chuckle.

  “What’s so funny?” Kathryn leans back on her hands, toying with me as she licks her cherry-stained lips. “Was it something I said?”

  “I was just thinking about your hot ass walking across the lobby and what the guards must have thought.” Inching closer as she sits in front of me, I place my fingers on her leg and trace a small pattern on her smooth skin. “A beautiful woman in a tightly drawn trench coat arriving at closing time wearing red fuck-me heels. I’m sure there were stiff cocks in the lobby after you walked by.”

  “I was asked on a date before I made it to the elevator.” She throws her head back, and a smirk carries up to her eyes. I know she’s teasing, but I feel like a territorial animal at the thought of some other man coming on to her.

  “They’ll be lucky to keep their jobs.” I roll my chair so I’m between her legs. I part them with my hands, dragging my fingers up her inner thighs. The feel of her soft skin makes me briefly close my eyes. It’s this contact I’ve been missing this week. “I don’t want anyone talking to you like that. It drives me fucking crazy.”

  She parts her legs further as I reach the top of her thighs. I continue my path and touch her uncovered pussy. “Shit, Kathryn. You don’t have anything on under this coat, do you?”

  “Nope, all I’m wearing beneath it is my perfume.” She loosens her belt at her waist and lets it fall away. It’s my turn to lick my lips at what I’ll soon find before my eyes.

  Kathryn works the buttons of her coat open and parts the sides, leaving them gaping for me. Her sex is on full display, enticing me. I haven’t had her since Sunday, and it feels like an eternity. I’m a thirsty man seeing an oasis ahead of him, and without a thought, my fingers wander over her abdomen until my hands are finally cupping her breasts.

  “How I’ve missed you this week.” I get up and push back my chair until it collides with the window behind my desk.

  “Have you now?” She pulls me by the lapels of my suit jacket. I’d forgotten about her penchant for lapels. “Show me,” she whispers and bites her lip.

  “With pleasure.” I descend on her, crazed with animalistic desire. I’m soaking up the smell of her as she wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. Shalimar and sex. Intoxicating.

  I find myself rock hard and push against her body. The coat she’s wearing has to go. I don’t want any barriers between my hands and eyes and her body.

  “I’ve never had sex in my office before.” I spread my hands over her shoulders, letting the coat fall to the desk. Lightly I trace my fingers down her arms.

  “Really?” she asks with an arched brow.

  “I don’t fuck my employees, and I sure as hell have never brought a random woman up here.”

  The slender curve of her neck beckons me, and I kiss along her throat to her ear. I place the lobe between my teeth and gently tug as I find and explore her wet pussy with my fingers. I circle her swollen clit, and her body arches into mine with her tits pushing against my chest. Bending down, I tongue her taut nipples before sucking them into my mouth.

  “Feels so good. How I’ve missed this.” She moans while she gyrates her hips in a continuous rhythm with my fingers.

  Something in her words sting. It was slight but something I’m not accustomed to. She’s missed this? Or has she really missed me? I can’t believe how my life has changed in the span of ten days. This thought would’ve never even crossed my mind before I met her.

  “Have you missed this?” I push my fingers inside her and twist as my thumb presses against her clit. “Or have you missed me?”

  We both still when our eyes connect. My body tenses as I await her answer.

  “I missed you first and foremost. Although your fingers do come in a close third.” She drops her gaze down to where my fingers remain inside her. When she looks up at me, the desire in her eyes is scorching. “Second only to your talented tongue.”

  She pulls me forward and grabs my hair before she crashes her lips to mine and sucks on my talented tongue. I can’t seem to stop my lips from curling up into a smug smile, knowing I’m more to her than I thought. If my dick wasn’t so fucking hard, I’d check to see if I was still a man because I’m starting to sound like a character from that horrible chick flick we watched last weekend.

  It’s time to assert that I’m a man—her man—so I push away a few objects that are on the desk behind her. “Lie down.”

  She complies, dangling her legs over the edge of the desk. She lies before me, bare from head to toe, only a diamond solitaire necklace shining at the base of her throat. I fixate on the lone object as it rises and falls with each breath.

  The square cut of the diamond reflects the evening sun from the windows, and I can’t help but touch the brilliant stone. I guess the weight to be around three carats.

  She seems protective of the necklace when her fingers join mine to touch the diamond as if she’s ready to pull it from my hands or hide it from my sight. Immediately I know who gave her the piece: her late husband, Jean-Paul.

  “It was a gift from him, right?” I ask through gritted teeth, wondering if he might be on her mind when she’s with me.

  “Yes, my engagement diamond.” She lowers her eyes. “I was in a hurry to leave my apartment and meant to remove it. I wasn’t thinking.”

  “Look at me, Kathryn.” My voice drops an octave with my demand. She peeks at me, distress clear in her eyes. It cuts me to the bone because she’s not fully over this man.

  “I’m sorry, Adam.” Kathryn tears up, and I fear it’s worse than I’d thought. “I will always remember him. But right now, make me forget.”

  “Well he can’t be here... between us,” I say, grabbing hold of the delicate necklace. I pull hard, ripping it from her neck in one quick movement.

  Her eyes are wide with shock as she brings her hands up to her throat and feels for the necklace. I open my hand and reveal that it’s in my possession. “I ca
n’t replace him and will never try. But I will make you mine.”

  I fling the necklace away as if it’s a deadly poison. We both watch as it hits against the wall. She turns back toward me with fire in her eyes.

  “Why did you do that?” she questions.

  “Because I’m making you mine,” I growl while cupping her ass and pulling her hard to me.

  A look of surrender passes over her face and she murmurs, “I am yours.”

  “Hold on tight. This won’t be sweet lovemaking. No, beautiful, you’ve never been fucked like I’m going to fuck you now.”

  I tear my clothes off, literally. The metal of the zipper releases with a protesting sound. Seams rip and buttons fly as my clothes fall to the floor. Getting inside this woman is my single focus, along with fucking away the memory of any other man.

  I look down at her as our need for each other builds. There’s a haze of desire in her eyes as if she’s on a high. With her legs spread and ready, I position myself and plunge into her with one movement.

  “Who is inside you, Kathryn?” I shout while pounding into her with each and every thrust. At first her moans are the only response to my relentless pace.

  “You are,” she answers with a weak quiver.

  “That’s damn right.” I clench my jaw.

  All my strength channels into my hips, so I can plunge deep inside her. The force pushing me is my need to claim her—her mind, her body, and her soul—because I know her life has room for only one man, me. Holding on to her hips, the push and pull of our bodies melts into one hot mass of flesh.

  “Harder, Adam,” she cries while reaching to touch me. I fold over her body and claim her lips with mine.

  Clutching her shoulders as an anchor, her legs wrapped around my waist, the force of my movements is raw and untamed. Want satisfying want. Need meeting need.

  After a few more deep thrusts, her legs begin to tremble. Knowing she’s close pushes me closer, too. She needs to come now because I can’t hold back my climax. I am on the verge of a release that I won’t be able to contain.

  “Come for me, Kathryn.” I pant into her ear while grabbing even harder onto her shoulders as I drive into her a couple more times. She’d fall off the desk if I wasn’t holding her so tightly.

  “God...” Her one word turns into a cry as she finally surrenders. I slow my pace and feel her tightening around my cock. My body responds to hers, and I’m leaning over the edge of a cliff, ready to fall with her. I want nothing more than to stay buried inside her as I come, but I pull out at the last second.

  Pumping my cock, I explode all over her tits. God, it’s so fucking hot to see her covered in my release. Her bliss-filled eyes observe the act. She’s wearing a part of me now. Nothing from him remains on her body. A proud and twisted smile crosses my face, one of satisfaction and possession.

  I collapse to my knees, genuflecting before Kathryn in a simple act of worship. The sex goddess stretched across my desk deserves nothing less. I lean my head against the inside of her knee and press soft kisses to her skin with a whisper touch.

  “Kathryn.” I speak in short breaths as air returns to my lungs. “That was one hell of a fuck.” Caressing her legs, I return to a standing position, looking down at the painted beauty beneath me. Taking my discarded shirt, I wipe the evidence of my orgasm from her breasts.

  “Yes. Fucking for a release.” She gives me a lazy smile, confirming that I am the only man on her mind. An achievement that I plan on continuing. “I take back my criticism of it.”

  “As you said, there’s gourmet sex and then there’s satisfying a hunger fucking. And beautiful, when you walked into my office, wrapped like a perfect package for me, I was famished. Craving only you.” She wraps her legs around me where I stand. If I wasn’t exhausted from lack of sleep, I’d press for round two.

  “I’ve been craving you all week.” She rises to sit before me. Proud as usual, though nothing covers her body. “And it’s been a long week for both of us.”

  “It’s ending with a definite touch of heaven.” I lean forward and kiss her lips. “Let’s go shower and wash the week away. I have other plans tonight, and I want to get out of this place.”

  “Those plans of yours—” She’s hesitant, which makes me fear she may cancel on me. My smile falls and my disappointment must show. “Wait, we still have plans. I’ve just changed them up a bit with Mrs. Carter’s help. Dinner will be served at my place tonight. Your assistant and I have become close friends this week.”

  I’m surprised by this revelation. “Friends, huh? Mrs. Carter failed to mention this little detail to me. I had plans for our first date tonight.”

  “Our dinner date will be private. Eddie is picking up a lovely dinner from Sant Ambroeus. Compliments of Maurice.” Could I have possibly won over the hardnosed Maurice?

  “So Maurice is fixing dinner for two? Does he know I’m the other member of your party?” I search her face only to see a pleasant smile.

  “Yes, he does.” A thought flashes through my head. Is my portion safe to eat? He did say my cards were marked, and Kathryn came close to being shot due to her connection with me. “I’ll take a bite of yours first,” she adds with a wicked laugh, and I’m convinced she can read my mind.

  “You must have ESP.” I gently tap her temple. “But I’m curious how you and Mrs. Carter became close enough to conspire together for tonight. When she left, I was certain my plans at Hospoda were set in stone.”

  “She had to contact me about a delivery that went a little awry.” She blushes a rare shade of pink for my bold Kathryn. “There was a mix up with the La Perla delivery.”

  “Oh yes, La Perla.” I smirk, remembering how Mrs. Carter helped me purchase a sheer bra and panty set from the lingerie boutique on Madison Avenue.

  Mrs. Carter suggested the place and seemed very familiar with their selections. I wound up giving her the final say-so. Discussing intimate undergarments for Kathryn made me hard, but uncomfortable discussing them with Mrs. Carter. It was quite the conundrum. I live a block away from the store, but I’ve never had a reason to darken its doorway, although the window full of lace finery would beckon me whenever I walked by.

  “I thought about wearing your gift today, but I decided you might appreciate this better.” She drags a finger down her body from the lovely valley between her breasts to her waist. “I believe I was right.”

  “Yes, anything other than the coat would’ve left you overdressed.” I scoop her up into my arms and find her lips with the hope of leaving her breathless. We press together, and her body softens into mine. “Back to those plans...” I mutter.

  “Well, I’ve promised you some Tantra lessons.” Now she wears the smirk. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the sex we had...” My muscles twitch as she glides her hand up my arm. “But I want to give you a special massage tonight. Work this wild week out of your system.”

  The muscles in my body unwind at the mention of easing the week’s tension in her harem tent. “Tantra and a massage.” I gather up our clothing and throw it over one arm. “Off to the shower.” I pat her sweet ass after she gets up.

  “The doors over there, right?” asks Kathryn. I nod toward my private washroom. As we near the wall that stilled the diamond necklace, she walks over and bends to pick it up. She picks it up so quickly, I almost miss the movement.

  “Did you forget him for the moment?” I tilt my head back toward the desk.

  “I did, for the moment. And truthfully, I’ve been letting go of him since I met you.” She stands on her tiptoes and gives me a welcomed kiss. I exhale a slow breath that’s mixed with relief and thankfulness.

  I open the door to my suite and wait to enter as she passes by me. I can’t hold back my smile knowing the promises she’s made for the night ahead. The only obstacle will be my exhaustion and whether I can push beyond it and stay awake.

  Chapter 10

  Kathryn and I hold hands across her dining table. We can't wipe the satisfied smiles off ou
r faces. I survived the food supplied by Maurice, although Kathryn did take a bite of my entrée to prove it wasn’t poisoned.

  “You’ll have to give my regards to Maurice on an another great meal.” I push my plate to the side and close my hand around hers.

  “We should stop by for breakfast in the morning. You can thank him for yourself.” She leans toward me. That undeniable pull draws us together again.

  With a quirk of my lip, I say, “I think that could be considered an invitation to sleepover.” I smile, seeing a twinkle flash in Kathryn’s eyes.

  “I think at this point that’s a given. Unless you have other plans.” I love how this woman can throw it right back at me. God, our verbal foreplay is such a fucking turn on. Because conversations like this invariably will lead to a raging erection along with a desire to ravage her body.

  “Yes, we have moved beyond silly juvenile games.” A fact that pleases me, and one I have rarely experienced before.

  “I’m too old for games.” She blows out a quick sigh. “Frankly, you are, too, Adam.”

  “I agree. The events over the last couple weeks have taught me this, and you’ve helped me through them all. Only a fool would deny it.”

  “We’ve both been through a lot.” She gazes down at our hands with a pause. I can almost hear the gears grinding away in her head “The list is long. Hiding out in my apartment and having guns pointed at both of our heads for starters. Not to mention the intrusive media coverage. Though thankfully the media realized how secluded I am in my apartment and moved on to other stories. They can’t chase boring. All in all, you really know how to show a girl a great time.”

  “Boring? You? Never. But any one of those points should’ve scared you off me, but you’ve stayed… and here we are.” My last words are nothing more than a whisper.

  “Yes, here I am.” She rises from her chair. I pull on her hands as she walks around the table and bring her to my lap.

  “Yes. Here with me.” I kiss the top of her head as she folds into me and I hug her close. Burying my face in her hair, I breathe in. I close my eyes as a long-forgotten feeling of contentment overwhelms me. Belonging. Purpose. These words mean permanence to me.