Page 84 of To Hate Adam Connor

Then I felt his cock.

Holy shit!

His cock was most definitely not a small gun. Actually, it was nowhere near four inches. He felt thick; a cock that was that thick couldn’t be short. It would be more than disappointing if that was the case; it would be a lie! Not that I had really thought it would be four inches anyway, but it would’ve made my life so much easier.

Just when I tightened my legs around him—you know, so I could try and measure how long he actually was by rubbing myself all over him—he pushed my legs off and stopped kissing me.

Have I told you lately how much of an asshole he was?

Slowly I opened my eyes and met his hypnotizing green ones, which was very hard to do considering I was feeling more than a little dizzy. My only saving grace was that he was breathing just as hard as me.

We both heard Aiden’s excited voice at the same time, and I looked over my shoulder toward the house. He was nowhere in sight, and I hoped he’d listened to me and hidden in one of the kitchen cupboards just like I’d told him to do if things went sideways.

“Daddy, you can’t find me! I’m that good!”

I looked back at Adam.

He hesitated for a second, but then his eyes moved away from mine, and I swallowed.

Phew! It had been a close call. The fact that I hadn’t ripped off his wet clothes or licked any part of his body—especially a specific part of his body—was a big personal victory for me.

“If you don’t stay here tonight, Lucy, I’m breaking into Jason’s house,” he warned me, his eyes finding mine again.

My spine tingled. Hell, my whole body tingled…especially my heart.

I took a shaky breath and finally spoke, “I’d love to watch you try.”

He leaned in and pressed his mouth against my skin where my shoulder met my neck. I felt the soft touch of his lips, his warm breath as he softly exhaled on my damp skin.

Danger, Lucy. Run. Hide your heart.

Did anyone ever blow on your wet skin with their warm breath? No? Try it, it does amazing things to your ovaries.

“Stay here tonight, and I promise I’ll give you better things to watch.”

He pushed away from the edge of the pool and me, and got out of the pool to get to his son.

Chapter Fourteen

Adam

She didn’t listen to me. Of course she didn’t.

I opened the door and entered Lucy’s room. She was sitting cross-legged right in the middle of the bed. To be honest, I wasn’t all that surprised to see her waiting for me; it would be just like her to wait and see if I really did do what I said I’d do. When she saw me, her eyes widened and a small smile played on her lips.

“You son of a bitch!” she whispered in awe. “You did it. You actually broke into their house!”

I hadn’t. However, I didn’t see the need to correct her. I’d called Jason and asked if he could let me in so I could talk to Lucy, and he was kind enough not to question my odd request—although he did murmur, “Good luck,” after pointing out Lucy’s room to me.

Instead of mentioning my encounter with Jason, I leaned my back against the door and asked, “Why did you sneak out when I went to put Aiden in bed?”

We had watched “Happy Feet” per Aiden’s request and had a few slices of pizza each while he chatted with Lucy all throughout the movie, up until he fell asleep on the couch.

“Dan said he’d leave in a few, so I thought you could use some alone time with your bodyguard and your son.” She shrugged then drew in a deep breath. “Don’t just stand there, come on in then.”

“You know damn well Aiden was already asleep when I carried him away, Lucy. And I specifically told you to stay with us when we were in the pool.”

“The pool, right.”

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