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“No, but I’m not oblivious. I know that man very well,” he says, making my cheeks heat.
“Okay, could you let him know I’m in his room when he’s done with his interviews? There is something important I have to talk to him about,” I say and he gives me a knowing smirk.
“Of course. Take the room. I will make sure no one interrupts so you can have someprivacy,” he replies with a wink, and I laugh in response.
Daniel opens the door of the room for me, leaving me alone a moment later. I suck in a sharp breath as my fingers reach for the buttons of my blouse. The material feels light as it drops to the floor, followed by my heavy shorts. I sit down on the single chair in the corner, crossing my legs and praying Daniel makes sure nobody intrudes.
It takes a while until the door opens again, but, luckily, Adrian steps into the room, taking the tension off my shoulders. His eyes look me up and down appreciatively as he closes the door and locks it.
“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, and I dip my tongue out to run it over my bottom lip. Adrian watches me closely, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly. “Mon paradis,” he says while approaching me with a smirk that would make my knees weak if I was standing. “I’ve been fantasizing about this since I was told I got pole. Please, get on the table for me, baby. I’m starving,” he begs before holding his hand out to help me up. I let him pull me against his chest and lift me onto the massage table where he spreads my legs to move between them.
“Take off your suit,” I say, but he grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, pulling me to the very edge of the table.
A gasp jumps out of me, followed by a muffled moan when he drags his nose over my panties where my clit is already swollen and begging for attention.
“In a minute,” Adrian replies before bringing his lips to the inside of my left thigh, trailing kisses toward my pussy. His nose brushes over my panties again as he inhales and smiles. “Mon petit paradis, I’ve missed you,” he mumbles before slipping down my underwear, his eyes on mine.
“I should be the one rewarding you for getting pole,” I point out, pushing myself up on the table to get closer to him. Adrian’s eyes drop to my pussy before his cool thumb runs over my clit, making me flinch.
“I’m sorry it’s cold, I just washed my hands,” he explains before lifting his fingers to warm them with his breath. “And to get back to your comment, this—” He cuts off to run his thumb over my swollen clit again. I cover my mouth to moan loudly. “This is my fucking reward.” His head moves between my thighs once more before his tongue swiftly flicks over my clit.
“Oh fuck!” I moan but immediately cover my mouth so no one can hear.
“You need to stay quiet, Nevaeh, otherwise I can’t continue,” he reminds me, and I nod to assure him I won’t make another sound.
I sit up a little so I can watch him as he flicks his tongue over my clit for the second time, his fingers dipping inside of me and curling at the perfect spot. I scream into my hand, muffling the sound enough to make sure no one hears me.
Adrian looks up at me as he repeats the same two movements, watching my reaction closely. I try to keep eye contact, but pleasure consumes me. My eyes flutter closed without permission. My hand is still on my mouth, biting on it, while more inevitable moans leave me.
“Adrian, please, oh God.” I’m a mess.
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but everything inside of me lights on fire as he speeds up, his lips wrapping around my clit to suck gently on it. The familiar build-up appears in my stomach, and I almost sigh in relief.
“Fuck,” I breathe, and he moans against my clit, his fingers hitting my G-spot again.
My body starts to shake before an orgasm washes over me, taking me to my own personalparadis. I can barely feel his fingers and mouth leave me as I come down from my high, but when my eyes open, I find him smiling at me.
“I love how your body responds to me, how quickly I can make you come on my face,” he says, his smug smile almost challenging me. My mind refocuses on the present as I sit up, my fingers moving to the zipper of his racing suit to pull it down.
“I bet I can make you fall apart quicker,” I say, looking up at him with a naughty grin.
“I made you fall apart in two minutes. I can last longer than that,” he defends, but happiness sparkles in his eyes. He’s enjoying this playfulness just as much as I am.
“Are you sure?” I tease, my hands sliding under his suit so I can push it down his arms and chest. Adrian is patient as I undress him before panic settles on his face. “What?” I ask and stop my movements.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” he says, and I let out a shocked gasp.
“You, Adrian Romana, went somewhere without a pack of condoms ready? Damn. Are you okay?” I ask, but he merely chuckles. “It’s a good thing your girlfriend is just as horny as you then,” I explain and nod toward my shorts, which he picks up to stick his hand into the back pocket. Adrian pulls out a row of condoms and chuckles.
“How much sex did you plan on having with me?” he says, and I shrug.
“Don’t judge. It’s been days, and see, I’m the prepared one now.Imade this possible,” I remind him, making him laugh.
“You, Nevaeh Fuchs, truly are my perfect match.” His sweet words surprise both of us, but he simply smiles at me after he realizes what he said. “What have you done to me?” he asks and steps toward me, his gaze warm as it fixates on my face.
“I don’t know, but I hope you don’t mind,” I reply and start removing his clothes again.
“Not one bit,” he whispers while I slide his suit down further along with his boxers. His hard cock excites my entire body as I get on my knees for him.
