Page 30 of My Hottest Obsession

“Come on.”

He tugs me into the shower, and I sigh as the warm water eases the soreness in my muscles.

“After this, I’ll make us breakfast. Pancakes and bacon,” he tells me, and I smile.

“That sounds amazing,” I moan, and he leans down and kisses me.

I let him lather me up and wash my hair. I love the lingering touches and the gentle way he cares for me. I love being here with him, but there’s something holding me back. A warning, an inkling in the back of my brain that warns me to be careful.

After all, I’m not even sure what this thing between us even is.

I try to push the doubts away as Adrien wraps me in a towel, but the easy, light mood between us has been dampened.

Here’s hoping that he can get it back.

TWELVE

Adrien

“Lunch today?”I ask Goldie as we walk into work.

“Sure. Where did you want to go?” She asks, letting me take her hand and lead her into the elevator.

“I’ll get us reservations somewhere.”

We ride up to our floor, and she heads over to her desk. She’s in business mode now, and I smile.

“I think you have a meeting at eleven,” she reminds me, and I nod.

“I’m ready for it.”

She smiles at me as she hangs up her things, and my heart swells in my chest. She’s been smiling more the last few days, joking around with me more too. She seems… lighter somehow too. More at ease or peace or something.

I’ve wanted to tell her that I love her a few dozen times in the last twenty-four hours, but it never seemed like the right time. Maybe I’m just being cautious, but I can’t ruin this thing between us.

I’ve never been happier in my life, and I know it’s because I’m finally with the woman of my dreams. I’ll do anything to keep her happy and with me.

I head into my office, setting my own things down, and she follows me in.

“You know,” she starts, moving seductively towards me.

My cock hardens in my pants, and I swallow hard, my gaze tracking her every move.

“I’ve always kind of fantasized about you fucking me in here.”

“Yes,” I blurt out, and she smirks.

“I’ve been wondering where the best place would be.”

My fingers tighten, biting into my palms, and she grins like she knows what she’s doing to me.

“Maybe on your desk? Or on this soft rug?” She says, glancing over at the rug in front of my desk. “Or up against a wall or window?”

She continues to speculate about all of the places in here that I could fuck her, and I grit my teeth.

“Pick one or two, and we can test them out every day this week,” I promise her, and she grins.

“Deal. Rug today. I love this thing,” she says.

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