Shirley hadn’t been the same since that day Adam visited her. She thought about him often and it bothered her. She was restless, horny and on top of that, her job aggravated her pathetic situation. It was so stressful and her pay wasn’t even worth it. Had Adam known this before he asked her to be his fake girlfriend? He looked rich and if she was going to accept his offer, then he was going to pay her well. She found herself smiling wildly. Even though she said she would not accept his offer because she didn’t want to be addicted to sex with him, she found herself going against her better judgement. She wanted Adam. Badly. She hadn’t been the same since he touched her the last time and she was tired of her job. Why should she resist when life offered her a golden opportunity. Luckily, she still had Adam’s business card. She dialled his number. He picked on the second ring.
“It’s me, Shirley. I’ve accepted to be your fake girlfriend” she said over the phone
“I’m coming to your house right now”
“Okay” luckily, she was at home. It was a Saturday and she didn’t have to go to work today. As she waited for Adam to come, she thought about all the nasty things she wanted to do to him the moment he arrived. She distracted herself by playing a game on her phone but it didn’t help to subside the want and desire for Adam that gnawed at her belly. Why was he taking so long to come? Well, she guessed he was busy.
Minutes later, she heard a knock on her door and she literally ran to the door to open it for Adam.
She grinned when she saw him. He looked dashing as ever
“Come in” she said and led him inside
“Are you that happy to see me? If you were going to be this happy, then you shouldn’t have rejected my proposal the –” she didn’t let him finish talking, she immediately grabbed him and began kissing him. She usually didn’t do irrational and impulsive stuff like this but damn, she was sex starved and Adam knew very well how to satiate her burning hunger. He immediately returned the kiss.
Her hands rose to his broad shoulders initially to steady herself and then to feverishly close there. Her fingers dug into the expensive cloth of his jacket as though she needed that support to stay upright in the dizzy world of seductive sensation that enthralled her. Every kiss made her long with frantic impatience for the next. He pushed up her sweater and closed a hand on one lush full breast in a bold caress. He thrust her light cotton bra from his path and chafed a straining pink nipple. She whimpered in shock and excitement. Her knees threatened to fold under her. There was a tight band of tension across her belly, a tormenting feeling of need that made her push against him in blind demand for assuagement.
Adam clamped his hands to her hips to urge her closer to the raging heat of his desire. He was as hard as iron. She wasn’t resisting a single move he made. Raw triumph flooded him with all-male energy. Too well did he recall how she had once become as unresponsive as a marble statue in his arms. He bent down and scooped her off her feet at decisive speed. The sooner he satisfied his desire for that slim, perfect body of hers, the better. She had the morals of an alley cat. As she had said herself, making a production out of the event was most inappropriate. For what reason would he wait?
Shirley gasped for air to ease her oxygen-starved lungs. Trembling like a leaf in a high wind, she opened anxious eyes to focus on Adam’s lean darkly handsome face above hers. He had snatched her up into his powerful arms as though she weighed no more than a doll.
A lean brown hand lifted to brush a straying strand of pale hair back from her cheekbone in a confident gesture of intimacy. She backed up against the cold solid wall, her breath catching in her throat. He traced the pouting cupid’s bow of her upper lip with his thumb and gently opened her mouth to graze the soft moist underside. Her legs went limp and stinging awareness made her nipples pinch into painfully tight buds. It was a fight to contain the wanton shock of fascination travelling through her.
Adam let his forefinger dip sexily between her peach-soft lips and retreat again. He watched her pupils dilate and the slender white expanse of her throat extend as she tipped her head back in instinctive female invitation. “But you always wanted me. You may fight with me, but you are begging for my mouth right now.”
“Some other day, when I have the strength to resist you.” Adam lowered her to the floor and stripped off her coat, an imprisoning hand splaying across the soft swell of her hips in case she dared to stray anywhere out of his reach. He bent his arrogant dark head, golden eyes smouldering over her like tiny flames, and tasted her soft full mouth.
It was as though every time he touched her he sent another brick flying out of her wall of defence, leaving her more at risk and less able to hold out against him the next time. His insistent kiss jolted her like a bolt of lightning shooting down her spine and made her go back for more. Her heart raced and her body quivered against the hard, masculine promise of his. He pried her lips apart for the erotic plunge of his tongue. Her tummy flipped with sheer excitement. She could not withstand her need to touch him. Her hands slid beneath his jacket to trace the warm, hard contours of his powerful chest beneath the fine shirt.
Adam raised his head, luxuriant ebony lashes lifting to frame golden eyes alight with hunger. He eased her dress off her narrow shoulders and let it slide down to her feet in a heap. She was startled, for she had not realised that he had already unzipped the garment. Suddenly feeling very exposed in her flimsy bra and briefs, she wrapped her arms round herself.