Page 278 of Sins & Secrets

That’s when I realize my fork is fisted in my hand and my eyes were closed tight.

“I know you can do it. My little slut knows how to hide it. Don’t you?”

My breathing is rushed when another piece of ice slips along my skin, and my hand trembles. Adrian watches this with curiosity burning in his eyes.

“Oh my,” I whisper and breathe, my eyes half-lidded.

“I want you to come for me.”

“I don’t think—” With two fingers he enters me, his fingers deft and knowing. As if he’s memorized just how to get me off.

“I know you can. If you must, lay your head down on the table.” The moment he suggests it, I obey, pushing the plate away and resting my head down.

He doesn’t let up, not even when the waiter questions if I’m all right and he orders Dramamine for me.

The second his footsteps disappear, Adrian’s touch becomes merciless and he whispers at my ear, “If you don’t come for me right now, I swear to God I’ll throw you over this table and fuck you until all of Manhattan hears you crying out my name. I couldn’t care less about this deal if I can’t even get my little whore to come on my hand.”

My lips part, my warm breath heating my face still resting against the table and hidden by my arms. That’s what does it.It’s what brings me to the edge. I clench around him thinking of what he’s just described.

The moment I’m granted my release, he removes his hand and it’s only a moment after that his hand rests on my shoulder while rubbing soothing circles. Adrian informs the waiter that I will be fine.

“Take these, sweetheart,” he says clear as day, without a trace of anything that’s just happened in his voice.

“If she needs anything at all, let us know,” the waiter says and I don’t dare lift my head just yet. I’m flushed and shamelessly sated.

It’s only once he’s gone that I dare to peek up.

“Bad girl,” Adrian admonishes me. “You’ll do better for me next time, won’t you?” he teases and I only blush harder.

Setting two small pills down on the napkin, he brings my plate back, placing it in front of me.

“The appetizers were … delicious,” he comments.

“You’re shameless,” I counter, still breathless and gather my fork once again.

“I’m hard is what I am,” he tells me, cutting into his steak.

“Do you want me?—”

“No. No, not here.” He considers me for a moment. “I want to make sure you know what you do to me. Watching you come undone for me … that’s all I wanted.”

I don’t know what to make of him. He’s ruthless. Confident. On the side of being arrogant. But the things he does to me make me forget everyone and everything else.

“You look like you want to say something,” he comments, taking another bite. His food is quickly disappearing and mine’s barely been touched.

“I thought you would be different.”

“My reputation is not kind. I’m aware.”

“They say you’re an asshole and I thought it would be easy to hate you.” It’s the truth. And it slips out without censorship. Adrian smirks. “I’ve heard you’re merciless.”

“I am.”

I guide my fork over my plate and lift a bite to my mouth. “Are you an asshole or are you merciless?”

“Both. I can be vicious.” Adrian says this with a casual tone that makes me think he’s telling the truth. Of course, I already know this about him. There’s a reason the entire office is in a furor with him simply being in the building.

“I don’t know what to make of you.”

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