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When her hands go to my waistband, I grab her wrists. She’s taking this way too fucking fast for me. I need her for longer than tonight. Hell, I’d be happy doing her every night, but she made me promise tonight only, and I keep my promises. As much as they suck.

“Slow down, Annaliese.”

“You say that, but I think just the opposite. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten off to the memory of you, Adam?” She pushes me back and my back hits the wall. The way she’s one-upping me so far should have me pissed.

No woman takes over. I fuck and leave. I did, at least before Annaliese.

In all reality, what she’s doing is turning me on and making me so damn hard I’m not sure I’ll be able to get myself out of these pants if I don’t get free soon.

“Tell me,” I whisper, my eyes locked on hers.

“Seven.”

Jesus Christ. Seven times?!? She’s gotten off to me seven times? It hasn’t even been that many days!

“Impressive.”

“It was hard to sleep with your scent on my pillow.”

“I bet. I’m an easy man to miss.”

“See, there you go talking again and ruining everything.” She backs up and shakes her head, like she’s second-guessing even being here.

No, she can’t do that. She can’t think about leaving. I’ve worked too damn hard to get her here tonight. I was pissed walking out of the fight and losing two grand, but the minute I saw her, I forgot all thoughts of getting back at whatever asshole is doing this to me and my bets. Once I saw her, my only thoughts were of being with her and being inside her.

“I need you to stop thinking. If I promise to try my hardest not to be an asshole, can you promise to stop overthinking things?” I ask, my hands cupping her face.

Her expression changes to a lighter one, and her eyes are wide.

“Just one night,” she states.

It’s not a question. She’s truly just here for the sex. I try my hardest not to furrow my brows at her and ask her what’s so wrong with me that she won’t give me a chance at more than one night. If one night’s all she’s giving me, I’m making sure it’s the best damn night she’s ever experienced. And ever will experience. I’ll make sure she’ll never want another man but me again.

Chapter 7

Annaliese

My heart is hammering in my chest as his eyes pin me to my spot. I should have known coming here would bring more than I bargained for and his promise was bullshit. He makes me so damn hot that it’s hard to think about anything else other than fucking him senseless when he’s around. I should’ve told him no and that I had to get home, then forced Joe to bring me back to my apartment. I should have, but I didn’t because the man standing in front of me is a man that infuriates me so much, I actually get turned on by his smartass comments and smug self. I should hate men like this. The rich and entitled. No one wants to be with someone who’s constantly rubbing in others' faces how much money they have, so why do I want to be around him? He’s a prick.

What’s wrong with me?

“Annaliese?” my name rolls off his tongue so naturally and with an added growl to it that makes it all the more sexier.

“Yes?” I whisper, completely afraid that my emotions will get the better of me and my nerves will make me bolt out his door.

“There’s no need to be scared. We’ve done this before, you know.” The smirk on his face makes me want to slap it off. Jeez he’s so smug, it’s... gah!

“I do know and I’m not scared,” I whip back at him, gaining nerve and moving towards him again.

His back is still against the wall, so I move as close as I can, pressing my body against his bare, chiseled chest, and slide my hands down to gently squeeze the bulge in his pants. He groans and his eyes leave mine, closing as his head falls against the wall. His reaction to me makes me more daring than I typically am.

“I’m not the one who should be afraid, Mr. Chicago,” I whisper in his ear, cursing my nerves for making my body start to shake.

“I beg to differ, Ms. Ryder.” His hands go around me and grab my ass, pushing me against his hardening length. “There’s plenty you should be afraid of. None of those things are here tonight though. Tonight, it’s just you and me. You’re giving me one night, and that’s exactly what I’m taking.”

He growls as he lifts me up to kiss him. My legs instinctively wrap around him and the slightest pressure between my legs from his hard member is making me want to grind against him. Just the smallest movement will set me off. I’ve been so wound up since our night together that even a vibrator doesn’t seem to give me the release I’ve been searching for.

But he will.

He starts walking through the living room, then another massive room until we reach a dim hallway. The entire time, his lips are moving from my neck, to my shoulder, back up to my lips. My body is buzzing from the thrill of being wrapped around him. When he reaches his room, he walks in and clicks the door shut, grinning.

“Don’t want any ankle biting tonight,” he growls setting me on my feet and cursing under his breath. “You’re completely unaware of how beautiful you are, aren’t you?” he shakes his head and I’m frozen. His words cut through a wall I would have much rather kept fully intact.

“So, your bed?” I ask turning to walk towards the bed, trying to break the connection. He reaches out and stops me, his thumb gently rubbing my arm as he turns me back to him.

“Not yet,” he whispers as he comes to me and kisses me.

He starts unbuttoning my shirt, taking his time, kissing my skin behind each opened button. By the time he’s done, I’m shaking with need for the man kneeling in front of me. I need him to fuck me, I need to leave, and I don’t need to get emotionally wrapped up in this man. When his eyes look up and connect with mine, his fingers go for the waistband of my dress pants and slowly undo them, slipping my pants down my legs slowly, kissing his way down.

By the time he stands back up, I’m only wearing my bra. The second my pants hit the floor, he growls, noticing that I'm not wearing panties. Now seeing the whole package, his eyes light up with lust.

“Dammit, so beautiful,” he breathes, his eyes admiring my toned body.

I grin at him, and raise my eyebrows when he meets my eyes again. Without words, I reach out and grab him by the waistband of his pants, quickly removing them from him a lot less patiently than he removed mine. I'm feeling a lot more need filled right now and a lot less emotionally filled. When he springs free from his pants, I nearly lick my lips and have to fight the urge to drop to my knees and taste him. He looks bigger than I remember, but I was also really drunk the last time.

“There, now we’re even.” I smile and start to tug him towards the bed so we can get this moving a little faster. I feel myself falling for him in ways that I don’t want to. The longer I’m here, the better he treats me, the more I’m apt to want to stay.

I can't stay. I shouldn't stay. Right?

When the back of my legs hit the bed I sit and scoot towards the headboard, waiting for Adam to follow. I’m smiling nervously, and I’m not sure why. Like he said, we’ve done this before. There’s no need for me to be nervous tonight.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?” I manage to whisper as I let my fingers start playing with the lace on the edge of my bra.

“Shit,” he huffs then moves his hands down his face.

“What?” He suddenly looks wary, like he isn’t sure about this anymore.

About me.

“You’re so damn sexy, Annaliese. So... so fucking sexy." He crawls up the bed and kneels between my legs, slowly caressing them.

“But...?” I raise my eyebrows at him and cross my arms in a pout.

“Shit, don’t do that,” he says as he sighs and shakes his head. “You don’t know how badly I just want to fuck you.”

I reach out and grab onto his firm length, grinning as he hisses.

“What’s the problem then, Adam?” My voice is low and husky.

“You’re....” he gasps as my other hand starts gently massaging his balls as I stroke his cock. Closing his eyes, he throws his head back as I start pumping him harder. He growls and leans down to me, kissing me harder and needier than he has all night.

When I kiss him back, my hands move to his head, pulling him all the way down to me. I press my core up to him and my breath hitches when he rubs against my clit. I’m so hot for him I feel like I’m going to come before he even enters me.

I need him to enter me.

“Condom,” I manage to pant between kisses. He moves to my neck, then my shoulder, biting his way down towards my nipples.

“Top drawer,” he growls as he starts moving down my body with his kisses, trailing from my nipples down between my legs.

I’m able to reach over and open the drawer just as his lips come in contact with my clit. I grab a condom and lay back on the pillow, trying to regulate my breathing as he licks and sucks all around the one spot I need him most.

“Shit!” I yell as he pushes his fingers into me suddenly and continues licking. Every nerve in my body is screaming for release, but it’s not happening. I need more. I need him in me.

“Fuck me, Adam. Please,” I beg, practically throwing the condom packet at him.

He chuckles and sits up, smiling at me and wiping my juices off from around his mouth. I’ve never been so wet for another human being, especially not before coming. This man is doing all sorts of things to me that I’ve never thought I’d experience, and I’m starting to love all of it.

He takes the packet and opens it, sliding it on with ease, then hovers over me. As slowly as he can, with his eyes locked on mine, he enters me. I can feel every glorious inch. This is what I’ve been craving since our night together. We fit so perfectly together. My body is so attuned to his, so responsive. Each inch he slowly enters me is lighting another fire inside me. Every movement, every slight push puts me closer to release. His eyes are still locked on mine; neither of us can break this connection. As much as I don’t want a connection with him, it happened. When he’s fully inside me, I start to grind up to him, getting the perfect amount of friction on my clit. His eyes show me a side of him I haven’t seen yet. A vulnerable man. One that I could shatter. Needing to break the emotional connection, not wanting to get wrapped up in him, I close my eyes and moan as he pumps into me, feeling every movement.

“Shit, Annaliese,” he groans.

His head drops to my shoulder and my arms go around him. He starts moving slowly, cursing under his breath. Our connection is so perfect that I’m already feeling the buildup of my release. Moaning and pushing into his thrusts, he notices my walls starting to tighten and speeds up his movements. Sitting up to his knees, he snakes his hand down to play with my clit just enough to send me into a mind blowing orgasm.

“Aaaah!!!” I scream as I come around him. Feeling him harden inside me, it’s not long after my world changing orgasm that he follows suit.

“Fuuck!” he bellows as his orgasm rips through him. Bending down, he pushes his lips to mine and kisses me as he rides out his own release.

Panting, he moves his mouth to my neck and sucks so hard I’m sure he’s going to leave a mark. I can’t bring myself to care though. Part of me, a dark part that I don’t want to accept, likes the fact that he’s marking me. Just his lips being there are making me tingle all over again, and the fact that he’s showing to everyone that can see that he was here makes me hot for him. Hotter than I would like.

He sighs and looks me in the eyes.

“Wow,” he huffs and smiles. That smile. He’s definitely the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Yes, wow,” I say while trying to catch my breath and smile back at him.

He pulls out gently and kisses me again before heading into his bathroom to deposit the condom in the trash. As he walks out of the room, I get up with a speed I never knew I had and start dressing. The feelings that came over me tonight were simply feelings of hormones going crazy during sex. Nothing more. I can’t feel emotions for a player who hops from one chick to another in the span of twenty-four hours, someone who cheated on his wife. I can’t feel for someone, can't learn to love someone, that rubs their wealth in others faces so willingly. He’s everything I should stay away from, but the longer I’m around him, the more I want him.

“Hey, what’re doing?” he asks, confused. Jesus, even standing in the middle of his room with nothing on, hands on his hips and no shame whatsoever. Not like he should have any, the man’s beautiful. I feel a pull towards him that I’m not sure I want to feel and look away.

“Uh....” I trail off and look down at my half-dressed body. “Dressing?”

“Why?” his eyes go wide, but as soon as they do, he refocuses in on my eyes as if he’s trying to hide something.

I cock my head and laugh, smiling at him.

“Because.”

“Because why?” His tone is getting more demanding sounding, almost with a hint of frantic.

“I guess I didn’t figure you as the type of guy that wants his fucks to stay the night,” I say sweetly, hoping that my nerves aren’t showing in my shaky hands. To busy them I start to button my pants when he speaks up.

“Stop, will you? Can you please... stop?” He walks over to me, his tone pleading, and takes ahold of my shoulders. “You gave me one night. That’s all I get, and I’m taking it all. The night isn’t over yet, Annaliese.”

My heavy breathing matches his and I can’t take my eyes off him. There’s a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. Something there that wasn’t there at the restaurant the other night. Begging. His eyes are begging me. What for, I’m not sure. He’s not the type of man to beg, so I slowly nod my head, afraid if I attempt to speak he would hear the emotion running through me. An emotion I never thought I wanted to feel for him.

“Will you come back to bed, please?” he asks quietly, unsure of how to do this part. Obviously he’s never had a girl stay over after sex, as he seems incredibly out of his element. So why did he ask me?

I smile and nod and start taking off my pants when his hand stops me gently.

“Let me,” he whispers as he strips off the layers I had just put back on.

He kisses my shoulder when he’s done and takes a breath before making a move. His head comes up and his eyes lock onto mine before he speaks again.

“Beautiful, Annaliese,” he whispers, then walks towards the bed.

Following suit, I walk slowly to him and crawl under the covers. I’m not sure what he meant when he said the night wasn’t over. When his arm comes around me and pulls me into him, he kisses the side of my face and I get an immediate sense of comfort, and insanely wet for him all over again. Pressed up against his hard body makes me want to turn around and take over for a change, but when his soft snores grace my ears, I sigh. That’s the fastest I’ve ever known someone to fall asleep. I can’t imagine he falls asleep that easily on a normal night, and I can’t help but wonder if it has anything to do with me being here.

Maybe I make him feel just as comfortable as he makes me feel.

Or maybe I should stop hoping and dreaming about the future as it will probably just end up biting me in the ass.

****

The next morning, before the sun comes up, I wake up to a warm body wrapped around me. Man, I must have fallen asleep fast. Normally I lay there and worry about so much it keeps me up, but last night I was so comfortable in Adam’s arms that I didn’t have any worries, and my dreams were happy. Strange, really.