Page 69 of To Hate Adam Connor

He let out a long, satisfied groan that scrambled my brain even more so and ruined my panties. Then he moved his hand higher up so he could grip my neck, hold me to his lips. Controlling me. It was sexy as hell, and somehow sweet. Protective. It could’ve been even more sexy if he were about to feed his cock into me.

The visual made me release an even louder moan than before.

The lady beast in me was off its leash, and it was looking to devour the man who was between my legs.

He drew me back from his lips and gave my neck a squeeze to get my attention. My eyelids were dead weight, but I managed to open them enough to see his expressive eyes looking straight into my soul.

“You’re not as good as I thought you’d be.” The words just spilled from my mouth, taking me by surprise.

His lips parted, his eyes unreadable. Before he could get a word out, the front door opened and someone slammed it shut.

Aiden.

It was enough of a jolt to move me into action. I scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My shirt fell down, covering my back again, and I silently cursed Adam for making me feel naked without his hand on me.

He was still sitting on that damn couch and looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

“Adam, we have a problem. You’re not going to like this,” a voice announced, and then Dan the Giant Man stepped in from the hallway.

“I’ll just go to my room,” I mumbled before walking away quickly.

Dan was frowning down at me as I passed him, but thankfully didn’t utter a word. Halfway to the room, I realized I wasn’t staying there anymore. I could hear Dan and Adam talking in hushed voices. Face palming myself, I groaned and walked back out into the living room.

“Funny story,” I started, walking around them then just continuing out to the backyard without finishing my sentence.

I was over that wall and in front of Olive’s sliding doors in mere seconds. The doors were locked.

“What the hell?” I murmured and started banging. The lights were still on inside, so I knew they were up.

“Olive!” I shouted, getting closer to the glass to look inside.

Suddenly the thin beige curtains moved, and Olive jumped out of nowhere.

“Holy fuck,” I screamed, scrambling back. “Have you lost your mind? You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m not letting you in,” she said, standing on the other side of the glass doors. I caught the satisfied quirk of her lips.

“What? Why the hell not?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted an eyebrow. “Spill.”

“Spill what?”

Her eyes narrowed on me, and she leaned in closer to the glass, studying my face, I assumed. Then her eyes widened, and she gasped. “You kissed him! Your lips are all puffed up. You kissed him and you weren’t going to tell me!”

“Excuse me? I’m standing right here trying to get in so I can tell you about it!”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not, Olive.”

“Then tell me what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

She gave me a disbelieving look.

“Are you really going to talk to me through the glass?”

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