“Well, Callie and I are pretty close, so she’ll probably ask more questions as time passes.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Okay.”
Just then, a group of men walk up to the bar, laughing and giving each other a hard time. “Hey, Adam!”
“Hey, Tom. Guys.” I nod and walk over to them. “Beers?”
“Yep, and keep ’em coming. We worked our asses off today.”
“Will do.” I pour the men their first round, and then get caught up in mixing drinks and answering questions as the evening begins to pick up. Callie’s husband, Declan, arrives to play. He’s our regular weekend entertainment, and he draws a great crowd.
About thirty minutes later, with the bar in full swing, I overhear Tom talking to Sarah.
“I’d love to show it to you sometime.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to pass,” she replies with a sympathetic smile.
“Aw, come on. I’m sure your daughter would love to see the fire trucks.” Tom and his guys are part of the local firefighters. Their station is just a few blocks over, and Tom is one of the lead paramedics.
He’s my friend. I like him.
But if he doesn’t get his hand off Sarah’s shoulder in one point seven seconds, I’ll break it.
“I’m sure she would, but—”
“Great. You should bring her in, and then maybe you and I can go grab a bite to eat.”
“I don’t think so,” I reply for her before she can speak.
Tom looks up, surprised, then widens his eyes and gives me the you’re being a total cock blocker right now, dude look.
I don’t fucking care.
“Tom, this is Sarah.”
“We’ve met,” he replies and turns his back on me, facing Sarah, and I see red.
I don’t care that it’s fucking ridiculous and that she has it handled. I don’t care if it’s unreasonable.
It pisses me the fuck right off.
“Sarah,” I interrupt, then catch Callie’s attention and give her the signal that I need her to cover for me. “I’d like to speak with you privately.”
I gesture toward my office and walk away before she, or Tom, can reply. When she joins me at the end of the bar, I take her hand in mine and lead her into my office, then slam the door behind her.
“Adam, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Listen up, sweetheart,” I interrupt and pin her against the door, pressing my body to hers. “You like my alpha side? Well, this is part of it.”
“Tom’s harmless,” she says and rolls her eyes. “I was shutting him down.”
“Not fast enough,” I reply and drag the tip of my nose down her cheek. “You’re beautiful. You smell fantastic.” I nibble her earlobe. “And you taste like heaven. But I’m the only one who gets to know any of that.”
“I’m not going out with Tom,” she replies, but her voice is weaker now and her hands are fisted in my shirt. I love it when she does this, like she has to hold on or fall.
“No.” I bite her neck. “You’re not.” My hands are up her skirt now, and holy fucking mother of Christ, she’s not wearing panties. I plunge my fingers inside her, blown away at how wet she already is, and her hands grip me tighter, not just the shirt, but my skin now too, and it’s exactly what I need. “I’m going to make you forget, right here and now, that any other man exists.”
“I don’t even remember what we’re talking about,” she mumbles and gasps when I drag my fingers through her folds and over her clit, then back in again.
“Good.”
I spin her around and boost her up onto my desk, pull her shirt down so I can suck on her breasts, and to my delight, she’s unbuttoning my pants like she can’t get me inside her fast enough.
The feeling is entirely mutual.
“Condom,” she demands.
“Drawer,” I reply and grin when she leans back and rifles through my desk drawer, finds the protection and before I can blink, has it open and rolled down my pulsing cock.
“Inside,” she says, hitching her legs around my hips.
“I want to eat you,” I reply, but she shakes her head.
“Need you inside.”
I push my fingers inside her again, then quickly pull them out and lick them as I sink inside her.
God she tastes good.
She moans and tilts her hips, making me sink farther inside her, and I’m instantly blind. All I can see is her face as I set the pace, pumping hard and fast. She begins to moan and call my name, the way she does when she’s right on the edge. I lean down and cover her mouth with mine, keeping the noise to a minimum. I don’t want to give the whole bar a show.
Thank God Declan is playing.
“Mine, you understand me?” I kiss her hard, then pull back, just a few inches. “Look at me.”
She opens her eyes. She’s panting wildly now.
God, I never stop wanting her. This. I’ve fallen in love with her, and everything in me wants to tell her, but the words won’t come. I’ve never said the words to anyone before.
“You. Are. Mine.” I cup her neck in one hand and press all the way in, then hold. “This is mine. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “God, yes.”
She grips only my arm, her fingernails pressing into my skin. “Adam, I’m going over.”
“Go,” I reply and grind against her core. “Go, baby.”
And she does, beautifully biting her lip as the orgasm moves over and pulls her under.