The email on my phone makes me squeal.
I’m bouncing on my seat in the couch when Adam’s amused voice reaches me.
“Clearly someone got good news.”
I shoot to my feet and rush over to where Adam’s sitting at the kitchen peninsula with his laptop.
“Really good news!” I grin and shake my phone. “I got the job!”
He quirks his head to the side, his expression curious. “You already have a job. You’re getting a new one?”
Shit. My excitement instantly dims. Nervousness takes over when I realize my mistake. I didn’t want Adam to know about this job. Now I’ve gone and spilled the beans.
“Uh… sort of.” My brain churns as I try to come up with a way to tell Adam the truth but not the whole truth. “I’m still working at the coffee shop. This new job is a one time deal.”
“Doing what?”
“Modelling for a book cover.”
“Cora, that’s fantastic!” He stands and sweeps me up in a congratulatory hug. I return it, enjoying his warmth and the sense of security with his arms around me. “One more win. Many more to come. I didn’t know you had an audition.”
“Yeah, last week. I didn’t want to say because I wasn’t sure I’d get it. There were a bunch of other girls auditioning for the part.”
“And they had the good sense to pick the most beautiful one.”
I’m so pleased at his compliment. For a moment, we’re just smiling at each other while he holds me. Then I realize how intimate we are right now. Adam seems to notice it at the same time too. He suddenly releases me from his embrace and takes his seat again on the stool.
“So, what kind of book are you modelling for?”
I twirl my phone in my hand, reluctant to offer up a straight answer.
“It’s a fiction book, I think.”
“What genre?”
“I’m not sure…”
That’s a lie. I cringe on the inside. I know exactly what kind of genre the book belongs to. Which is why I don’t want to share it with Adam.
Adam is my guardian and kind of like a dad to me. He and my dad were best friends ever since they worked on a joint chemistry project as kids. In their thirties, the two nerdy peas in a pod became business partners by starting a pharmaceutical company together.
However, a few years after my mom lost her battle with liver disease, my dad suffered a stroke and passed away. Adam stepped up to care for me and has been doing an awesome job of it.
Which is why I really don’t want him to discover the details about this job. I’m modelling for an erotic interracial romance about a billionaire falling for his business partner’s daughter.
I’m to play the part of the daughter, Fiona, a sexy whip-smart journalist. My modelling partner, who I haven’t met yet, will be Mark, the handsome charming billionaire.
Victor, the photographer and the author’s husband, said that the shots for the book cover will only feature a close embrace and an almost-kiss. However, his wife required some naughtier shots to share with her private Facebook group of rabid fans.
Adam has always been so supportive of my modelling career, but I doubt he’d be happy about this job. He’s not the sort to yell or rage, but he might be disappointed. I hate disappointing him.
Adam sets his fingers on his laptop’s keyboard, his gaze expectant.
“Well, who’s the author?”
My mind races, desperately searching for an answer that isn’t the truth but also isn’t a lie. It’s clear he intends to look up the author. He’ll see the types of books she writes and their sexy covers. Then he’ll figure out what my modelling job entails.
“Her name is Daphne… Thompson,” I say, cringing on the inside again. That’s not the right last name but it’s close enough that I can pretend it was an honest mistake. I force a smile and back away. “Anyway, I—I have to reply to this email.”
Adam nods, his gaze fixed on me. His stare is like a physical touch on my skin as I hurry out of the kitchen. In my room, I’m jittery from telling Adam my half-truths. I’m worried he’s suspected I didn’t give him the whole story. After all, he’s a chemist who progressed to a successful business owner. He’s smart and observant.
Seated on my bed, I open the email again. Earlier, I’d only read the introduction where Victor said I got the part. As I read the rest of the email, I learn my modelling partner’s name as well as the full list of poses for the shoot.
I scan down list of poses. All of them are sexy, but the last one is the naughtiest of all. My face is on fire as I read it
– Sitting on bed, Fiona between Mark’s legs. Mark’s lips against Fiona’s neck, Mark’s right hand on Fiona’s breast, his left hand sliding into her panties.
I knew the poses would be explicit but that last one makes me a little uncomfortable. Only one guy has ever got close to that part of me. It was a few seconds of over-the-clothes rubbing while we made out.
My friends like to tease me because I’m nineteen years old and never had sex. It’s not like I don’t want sex. I really do. But I’m a total cliche and want my first time to be with someone I love.
Maybe I shouldn’t take the job after all.
No. I can’t back out after they accepted me. I’m the dumbass who applied for a erotic modelling job despite being a virgin. My career is too new and fragile to weather being labelled a flake.
I have to be a professional about this. It’s only acting. Besides, modelling jobs specifically geared for young Black women are so competitive at the moment. This opportunity is another step forward on my path to becoming the next Naomi Campbell.
Maybe I’ll feel better about it if I can put a face to my modelling partner’s name. A few taps later, I’m on his social media profile going through his photos.
He’s hot. He’s a tall, muscled hunk who loves tennis and taking pictures while he’s perched on cliff edges. For some reason I feel a connection to him. When I swipe to a picture where he’s casually sitting in a lawn chair, I realize why I like him.
He looks like Adam.
Similar facial structure. Same dark brown hair. Same gorgeous blue eyes. He’s a little beefier than Adam, but Adam’s no slacker in the body department either. He stays fit from his early morning runs and regular strength training.
I’m going to take sexy pictures with a man who looks like my guardian.
My stomach flips. A shameful tingle of excitement zips through me at the thought. Unwilling to question why I feel that way, I quickly reply to Victor agreeing to the requirements.
When the day of my shoot rolls around, I have no choice but to ask Adam for a ride. It’s right after my shift at the coffee shop and I’d be late if I took the bus.
During the drive, I get a first hand understanding what it means to be ‘on pins and needles.’ Either I’m fiddling with the radio, scrolling pointlessly through my phone, or moving around in my seat trying to find a comfortable position.
“Nervous?” Adam asks. He glances at me then returns his attention on the road.
I sigh. “How can you tell when I’m hiding it so well?”
“Don’t be. You’ll do great.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’ve never been the type to half-ass anything.”
“Here’s hoping I don’t start today.”
He chuckles and I smile, my nerves calming down. Adam’s confidence in me bolsters mine. I relax in my seat, watching the other cars in the lane beside ours. Adam’s voice cuts into my calm.
“I looked up the author name you told me, but it didn’t return any hits.”
I tense, my anxiety climbing again. “That’s strange.”
“You said Daphne Thompson, right?”
“Uh… yeah.”
“Well, there’s no author by that name. There’s a Daphne Thomas, though.”
“Oh.”
“Miss Thomas writes some… ah… interesting stories.” He smiles. “Critics call her books ‘mommy porn.’”
My stomach tight, I struggle to find a response but fail. Adam continues talking, his voice suspiciously light.
“And the cover models… wow. They’re either buff shirtless dudes, or they’re a couple who look ready to get down to business.” His voice is laced with amusement. “I bought one of her books. It was pretty good. Although I think I lost some innocence I didn’t know I had. I even learned a few tips.”
We both share a laugh until we settle into amiable silence. Then Adam speaks again.
“Cora, am I taking you to model for one of Daphne Thomas’ books?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Ashamed yet relieved that Adam finally knows the truth.
I’m unable to look at him. “Yes.”
“Are you posing with someone?”
“Yeah.”
“I see.”
I brave a glance at him, trying to guess his emotions. His expression is unreadable. However, he’s no longer smiling and his grip seems tighter on the steering wheel.
“You don’t want me to do the shoot,” I say.
“I want you to do what makes you happy.”
“But what if it doesn’t make you happy?”
“That wouldn’t be fair to you.” He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. “I don’t like the thought of you pressed up against some guy, his hands all over you—” He shakes his head. “But that’s the nature of your modelling career. I have to accept that.”
It sounds as if Adam has less of an issue with my modelling for erotic photography than he does with me posing with a man. Is he jealous? He can’t be. It would mean he has feelings for me beyond what’s appropriate. Like my inappropriate urge to kiss him right now for being so supportive.
I’m glad when we finally arrive at Victor’s studio. I’m eager to escape whatever weird new feelings forming inside me for Adam.
“Do I get to come in and watch the shoot?” Adam asks once he’s parked.
“No way.” I shake my head quickly as I undo my seatbelt. “You’re waiting in the car.” Through the windshield I see Victor pacing in front of the building’s entrance. “I can introduce you to Victor, though. He’s the photographer.”
As Adam and I approach him, it’s clear Victor’s pissed. Pressing his phone to his ear, he’s scowling, his voice sharp as he speaks with someone.
“…should have told me this sooner. Not right before the fucking shoot.”
He darts a glance at us then freezes, a stunned look on his face. Abruptly he ends the call and stuffs his phone in his jacket pocket.
“Cora, thanks for making it.” He looks at Adam. “Who’s this? Your boyfriend?”
I shake my head. “My guardian. This is Adam.”
I dart a glance at Adam. I’m always embarrassed when people assume we’re a couple. Adam always finds it funny. He chuckles as he greets Victor, extending his hand for a shake.
“You look good shirtless?” Victor asks after he releases Adam’s hand.
Adam and I both gawk at him. What the hell kind of question is that?
“Felix can’t make it,” Victor explains. “He’s in Ohio visiting family and missed his flight back this morning. Daphne needs these pictures taken today to meet her deadlines.” He takes a step back and surveys Adam. “You look a lot like Felix. I might have to tweak a few things, but you’re a great body double. Can you do it?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Adam frowns. “Aren’t these pictures supposed to be erotic? It’ll be pretty inappropriate for me and Cora to take them together.” He looks at me. “And I’m sure Cora will be uncomfortable too.”
“Will you, Cora?” Victor asks, his gaze pinned on me too.
Unbalanced by the sudden turn of events and both men staring at me, my words are trapped in my throat. The right answer out of my mouth should be: Yes, taking erotic pictures with my guardian will make me uncomfortable.
So why am I shaking my head?
“I don’t mind,” I say softly. “Do you?”
Adam’s stare holds mine, his body tense, his features conflicted. I’m sure he’s going to deny Victor. I’m surprised when he nods once.
“All right. I’ll do it.”
Victor smiles. “Great. Let’s go inside to sign some papers before we get started.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m wearing a pair of lacy ivory bra and panties that look great against my brown skin. I had a blowout yesterday so my natural curls are straightened, the ends hanging a little past my shoulders. The makeup artist barely did much to my face except a light blush on my cheeks and a soft raspberry pink stain on my lips.
I survey myself in the mirror, my stomach in knots. The tops of my breasts are plump and spilling out of my bra cups. My panties ride high on my hips, advertising a whole lot of my butt cheeks. I usually wear plain bras and panties. The most exciting underwear I own is a matching cherry-patterned set. I’ve never worn anything this intensely sexual and scandalous.
I look ready to get fucked.
Oh god.
Adam is going to see me in this!
There’s a short knock on the dressing room’s door. When I answer, Victor pokes his head through the gap.
“Cora, we’re—damn, you look amazing. I bet Adam’s going to think so too.” He smirks. “Come on out. We’re ready to begin.”
His comment that Adam will like the way I’m dressed makes my stomach quivery. I take a deep breath to calm myself down and pad out of the dressing room on bare feet. I follow behind Victor as he leads me to the set.
The set looks like a deluxe suite with its muted tones of eggshell and powder blue, a king-sized bed with tufted headboard, and a plush ivory carpet.
Daphne sits in one of the two folding chairs just left of the camera. She smiles and waves at me as I pass. Adam is sitting on the bed. He’s shirtless but still in his jeans. His expression is mildly uncomfortable. However when he sees me approaching, he straightens, his features alert.
He stands when I’m right in front of him. He says nothing, but his gaze sliding over my body is slow and appreciative like he’s drinking me in and enjoying the taste.
“All right. Our first pose is the hug,” Victor says.
He directs us where to stand and how to place our hands on each other. My heart rate kicks up. The flutters in my stomach intensify when Adam wraps his arms around me and pulls me close against his hard body.
His warm hand sliding up my back to rest just under my bra makes me shiver. Even though Victor directs him to place his other hand at my hip, he curves his palm against my ass and gives me a soft squeeze. I gasp, shocked yet delighted.
“That’s perfect,” Victor says as he takes the picture.
A new thrilling tension forms between us as Victor directs us into different poses. Adam’s gaze and touch scorches me. My body is warm, my nipples tight peaks in my bra cups. The forbidden need between my legs strengthens with every slide of Adam’s hands on my skin, when his fingers grip me possessively, ghosts his lips against my neck, holds me tighter than he should and inhales me.
The bulge in his pants and the hunger in his eyes makes it more than evident what we’re doing is affecting him too. Adam is my guardian and I am his ward. For years, our relationship has been so innocent. It’s amazing how one moment can change everything.
What we’re doing is way past the line of inappropriate. It’s taboo. We should stop. We should tell Victor we can’t take any more pictures. But we keep going as Victor directs us into our final pose.
The dirtiest one of them all.
Adam sits on the bottom edge of the bed and I sit in the space between his legs. His right arm wraps around me, his hand cupping my left breast over my bra. His hand flat against my stomach, Adam drags his lips along my neck right up to the spot just under my ear.
I moan softly, gripping his thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed that Victor and Daphne are watching and aware of my reaction to Adam’s touch.
“Slide your hand into her panties,” Victor orders, his voice a little too excited. I sense Victor’s really enjoying being the puppeteer of this naughty moment between me and Adam.
“You’re driving me crazy, Cora,” Adam says softly, his voice rumbling through his chest and against my back. It’s the first time he’s spoken since the shoot begun. Slowly, he drags his hand down my stomach to the waist of my underwear. “I’m afraid if I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”
He eases his fingers into my underwear, sinking lower. When his digits groove a path down my slit, I moan and tilt my hips up to meet his touch. Adam groans and mashes his face against my neck, holding me tighter against him.
There’s a soft click as Victor takes our picture. I want to tell Adam he can pull his hand out of my panties, but only a whimper escapes my lips when he parts me to rub my sensitive nub. A sizzle of pleasure goes through my body from his sinful touch.
Adam groans again, his grip on my left breast tightening. He kneads my flesh through my bra before sliding his hand into the cup to touch my bare flesh. He squeezes me, his thumb sliding back and forth over my firm nipple.
He sinks his hand even lower into my panties to explore my entrance. Shamefully, I spread my legs wider to give my guardian more access to touch my pussy.
“You’re so wet for me,” Adam growls. “Do you want my fingers inside you, sweetheart?”
Across from us, Daphne and Victor watch us in rapt attention. I should say no to Adam. I should push his hand away. Somehow, our erotic photo shoot has become softcore porn. Nobody seems to want to put an end to it before it goes further, though.
“Yes…”
I moan as Adam’s digit slowly invades my tight channel. His sound of satisfaction vibrates through his chest against my back. Gripping his thighs on either side of me, I tilt my hips, my body instinctively seeking more of his touch.
“Mm. You’re so fucking tight. I wonder if you can take more?”
He doesn’t wait for my answer. He pushes a second digit into me to join the first. I’m tense and shaking, marvelled by this new sensation. Only my fingers have explored that part of me. Adam’s fingers are so much bigger than mine, stretching me better than when I touch myself.
His erection pressed against my ass, Adam multitasks his dirty attentions. His lips caress my neck, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipple sends shocks of sweet pleasure to where he’s touching me in my panties. My moans and the naughty wet sounds of his fingers pumping into me fills the space around us.
Adam pulls his fingers out of me to rub my clit, his digits drenched in my juices. His expert stroking of my clit pulls more whimpers out of me.
I’m simultaneously thrilled and ashamed there’s an audience to our filthy display. I’ve always considered myself a good girl, but a good girl wouldn’t allow themselves to be fingered by their guardian while others watch.
But the wrongness of what we’re doing and that we’re being watched while we do it adds to the enjoyment.
“Adam…” I breathe out as my body tenses up from the rising pleasure. I’m heading toward the finish when Adam pulls his fingers out of my panties and sticks them in his mouth.
He sucks off my juices like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. He stands and repositions us so I’m the one sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Lie back,” he orders as he sinks to his knees.
As soon as I do, he slides his hands up my thighs in a gentle caress. He grabs the waist of my panties and starts peeling them down. I sit up immediately.
“Adam, they’re watching—”
I cut myself off when I glance where Victor was standing by his camera. He’s not there. Victor has abandoned taking our pictures. He’s sitting beside Daphne, his hand shoved under her skirt between her legs. His pants are unzipped, Daphne’s fingers wrapped around his length jerking him off.
I’m stunned.
They’re touching each other watching me and Adam!
Adam looks over his shoulder at them then faces me again with a sexy smile.
“Yes, and they’re enjoying the show.”
He gently pushes against my chest. Once I’m flat on my back, he takes off my panties and throws them aside. He pulls me down so my butt is right at the edge of the bed. Then he spreads my legs wide open, exposing me vulgarly to his hungry gaze.
My whole body is on fire. I’ve never been so totally open to a man. The urge to shut my legs is great, but Adam leans in to feather kisses along the insides of my thighs.
As he travels higher, I’m squirming with desperation for his lips on that part of me that needs him the most. At last, his warm breath on my slick lips is quickly followed by his mouth, then his eager tongue.
“Oh god…” I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
My hand instinctively cups the back of Adam’s head, holding him close as he eats me out. Adam sucks on my pussy lips, then grips them and spreads them open just like he did my legs. He latches on to my clit and sucks on it while his tongue laps over it repeatedly.
The desperate need to come builds again. I’m panting hard, my body overcome with trembles. I roll my hips, grinding my pussy against Adam’s mouth, my moans loud in the room.
He pushes his fingers deep into me again. He turns his wrists and rubs the pads of his fingers against a sensitive spot buried inside me.
The combined sensations of Adam sucking and licking my clit while his fingers stroke into my tunnel is pure, overwhelming bliss. My mouth opens, but I lose the ability to form words.
I cry out as the pleasure crests. An explosion of delicious warmth and satisfaction flares from between my legs, coursing through my body, flooding my head with giddiness.
“Adam…” I gasp, shuddering under his tongue.
He doesn’t let up. He sucks and rubs me, lengthening my orgasm until only pleasant little tingles prick my thighs. I’m breathing hard, my eyes wide as I stare at the ceiling in disbelief.
I’ve never come that hard before.
And I just did it on my guardian’s mouth and fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, sweetheart,” Adam says.
He presses kisses up my body, my flesh quivering under his lips. He rises up, placing one knee on the bed. He reaches under me and unclasps my bra.
After he tosses it behind him, he wastes no time claiming my right breast in his warm mouth while he cups and squeezes the left.
I squirm and buck under him, my hands sweeping up his back to cup his face against my chest. Adam pays equal attention to my left breast, sucking on it and pinching my hard nipple with his teeth. He moves up to kiss my neck, my jaw, then covers my mouth in a hard hungry kiss. Our first kiss.
He presses me into the bed, grinding his hard length against me as he kisses me. Even through his pants, it’s obvious he’s big.
I reach between us to touch and squeeze him. Adam groans into my mouth, rutting into my hand.
“I need to fuck you so bad,” he rasps.
He moves off me and stands. In quick movements, he’s out of his jeans and underwear. His hard length juts out between his legs. It’s long and thick, the tip slick with a clear liquid. When he climbs onto the bed again, it sways with the heavy weight of it.
My gaze is transfixed on what’s between Adam’s legs. He can’t possibly mean to put that inside me? I’m worried I’m in for a hard first time. But I’m excited to experience it with Adam too.
I’ve always wanted to lose my virginity to a man I loved and who loved me. Who better than the man who’s taken care of me and provided for me for years? Even if it’s wrong, Adam is the perfect choice.
Adam climbs on top of me, wedging himself between my legs. He bends to kiss my neck as he guides himself at my entrance.
My body tenses as he starts to push into me. He immediately goes still, his expression concerned.
“Are you OK? Do you want to stop?” He starts to pull back anyway. I hold onto him, stopping him from retreating.
“I want you, Adam. I just… you’re so big and I’ve never…” I swallow, suddenly mortified to admit the truth to him. “I’m still a virgin.”
At first his features shift to surprise. Then he smiles and gives me another deep kiss.
“Relax,” he says softly, his lips moving against mine. “Let me in so I can make you feel good, OK?”
I nod and let go of the tension in my body. Adam’s thick flesh slowly invades me and I struggle to endure his breach without tensing up again. He retreats then pushes into me a little deeper. He does that one more time before he surges all the way inside me.
Oh god. The discomfort of losing my virginity is intense, the sensation of Adam’s hard flesh buried inside me inescapable. My eyes and lips are wide open in shock from the reality of the situation.
Adam is inside me.
My guardian’s thick cock is stretching my tiny virgin pussy beyond anything I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Oh fuck…” Adam groans. “Cora…”
He retreats again and rocks into me. I arch my back and lift my hips to welcome his invasion. Propped up on his arm, he holds my waist as he slowly thrusts in and out of me.
While I’m growing accustomed to his cock inside me, it’s clear Adam loves sliding deep into my pussy. His eyes closed, his lips slightly parted, he groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips back and forth on top of me.
As the discomfort lessens, my body is more receptive to other sensations. The girth and weight of Adam’s thick length inside me feels so satisfying. My walls tighten around him but there’s not much room to squeeze.
Adam’s surges into me quicker, the head of his cock rubbing that sweet spot his fingers discovered earlier. Each of his strokes into me is a spark of pleasure that makes me moan.
I lift my hips, eager for more of that feeling. This is my first time having sex and yet my body instinctively knows what it wants.
“Adam… harder…” I beg.
Adam raises himself higher, grabs my waist and gives me what I need. No more soft, slow thrusts. He pounds into me, his thick flesh filling me on each shunt of his hips.
My breasts jiggle and bounce. Adam’s hungry gaze is fixed on them as he holds me in place and fucks me into the bed.
My breaths come out in soft puffs every time Adam drives all the way into me. I’m pinned under him. Unable to do anything else but endure and enjoy his big dick beating into my pussy in short, deep strokes.
“You look so beautiful,” Adam growls. “So fucking perfect taking my cock, sweetheart. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
I’m quick to obey, my hand delving between us. My fingers press down on my fleshy nub and circles it. The delicious slide of Adam’s cock in and out of my tunnel rapidly intensifies the sweet tension in my body.
Soon I’m crying Adam’s name as I’m wrapped in euphoria. And it’s even better than when I came on Adam’s tongue.
“Adam… Adam…”
It’s my first time coming on a dick and it feels so fucking good. So incredibly satisfying. My pussy has something hard and thick to squeeze as it convulses. Adam grunts, his body shaking hard. He keeps pounding into me, extending my release.
Breathless, I sag into the bed from the intensity of my orgasm. Adam pulls out of me and rolls me over onto my hands and knees. He kisses a path up my spine that makes me shiver with renewed arousal. He slides his hand under me to cup and fondle my breasts.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans.
He kisses my neck, his front pressed against my back. He strokes my clit with his free hand. My body is shaking, my greedy pussy eager for more of Adam’s hard fucking.
I’m taut with anticipation as he guides himself at my entrance. His possessive grip on my hips, Adam slides his fat cock deep into my channel again. I choke out a cry, my fingers twisting in the sheets. Adam grunts and sweeps his hand up my waist.
He goes slow at first, hissing every time he pulls out then slides all the way in. I moan on every sweet glide of Adam’s cock into me, but my body craves it harder and faster like before. I rock back against him, letting him know I want more. Adam holds my hips and picks up the pace.
Our flesh slap together as Adam fucks me. His fingers dig into my flesh as he drags his hands all over my body in a hungry caress.
His length gradually swells inside me, getting thicker as he fucks me harder. It feels like he’s building up to his own finish. He’s inside me bare and I’m not on any protection. If he comes inside me, it’s highly likely he’ll get me pregnant.
“Don’t pull out, Adam,” I beg him. “Come in me.”
“Fuck…”
He sounds surprised yet my words seem to encourage him to fuck me harder. His hand on my back, Adam holds me down and beats into my pussy as he chases his come.
I get there first, wailing as my body shakes from the strength of my orgasm. Adam’s soft groans turn into a grunt and shudder as he finishes inside me just like I wanted.
I feel every pulse of his length as his seed erupts into me, potentially breeding me with his baby. The thought that Adam just got me pregnant magnifies the pleasure.
My pussy squeezes tight around Adam’s hard flesh, milking him. Adam groans as he gently rocks in and out of me until his flesh is soft and twitching in me.
I miss the filled sensation of him inside me the instant he slides out. Adam rolls me onto my back and presses me into the bed with his body.
Distant moaning draws my attention in the direction of the sound. Daphne and Victor aren’t on the set anymore. It sounds like the moans are coming from the dressing room.
Adam trails kisses along my neck up to my jaw, pulling my focus back to him. His warm lips and his stubble’s gentle scratch on my skin feels so good. I arch my neck for more.
“The show isn’t over yet, sweetheart,” he promises. He licks my neck then sucks the spot. I moan and shiver, my toes curled in delight. “When we get home, we’re having our own private encore.”
