“Crawl inside this body,
find me where I am most ruined—
love me there.”
—Rune Lazuli
The toes of Adam’s shoes connect with my own as he walks into me, guiding me backwards with each step he takes toward the office’s exit.
“Hello?” Felix calls. “Meeting, anyone?”
Raife’s bitter voice follows, but I can’t make out his words over the hypnotic beat of my heart. Before we reach the threshold Adam slips his hands under my dress and grips the backs of my thighs. He drags me up his body until my legs lock around his hips. His tongue finds my neck, his grip holds me close, and a sigh pours out of me as he walks us into the adjacent room.
My head lolls to the side as his lips move toward my ear. When I scan the room, spotting an empty desk and leather sofa, I murmur, “Whose office is this?”
“Mine now,” he rasps, kicking the door shut behind him.
He crushes me against the wall, supporting me with one hand and undoing his pants with the other. A warm flutter in the pit of my stomach dips between my thighs as he works his zipper, my breath shortening in anticipation. I wrap my fingers around his neck, and he shifts me enough to yank my panties down my legs.
He pulls back to look at me, his eyes darting between mine for a long moment. I lick my lips, and his gaze drops. His pulse races against my palm, thump, thump, thump. Then he slams his cock into me with one hard movement, and a rough rumble tears through his chest as he fills me.
My head slumps back against the wall, my eyes falling shut. So full.
“Fuck, Emmy,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine. For a second, he stays like that, our heavy breathing permeating the air as we absorb each other.
Slowly, he pulls out then glides back in. A long shudder passes through him. He does it again and again, smooth and methodical, and I can’t stop a shiver from wracking my body.
God, yes.
I grip his hair and roll against him.
Lightly cradling my jaw with his fingers, he angles my head so I’m looking at him. His shoulders are tense with restraint, a thousand flames burning in his eyes and melting my sanity.
“How did it feel?” he croaks, deepening his strokes. He leans down, his eyes closing as his nose brushes my cheek. “How did it feel when you cut into him?”
My chest squeezes as I watch Adam. The barely contained gentleness of his touch on my face. The agony coating his voice. As though every bone in his body depends on my answer. “It felt—” A moan spills from my lips, the sensation still lingering in my mind as he continues to fuck me slowly. “It felt like . . . like art.”
A tremor rolls through him. He lets out an uneven breath as his lips brush my ear, his smooth jaw stroking my cheek. After a second, his pumps become a little faster, harder, and his voice turns gruff. “Are you an artist, Emmy?”
I close my eyes, sinking into him. “I don’t know what I am,” I breathe. “I just . . . am.”
He stares at me so intensely it peels back the layers of my soul, one by one. When I feel naked and cold, I try to turn my cheek, but he holds my chin in place. My heart skips a beat. I have no choice but to bare myself.
Releasing my jaw, he slides out and holds me as he crosses the room. He lowers me on the sofa so I’m sitting, then drops to his knees and yanks my ass to the edge.
“What are you—”
I gasp, my pulse skyrocketing as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. I squirm with every pull and lick, then jerk when he fills me with his tongue. A shock of pleasure makes me clench, and I drop my gaze to his head between my thighs. I clutch his hair and grind against him, watching him let me relentlessly fuck his face, and holy hell, I take it back—this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
With a growl that vibrates straight to my core, he digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me flush against his mouth, like he’s feasting on his last meal and isn’t willing to miss a single drop.
“Shit. Adam.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Crackling sparks explode inside me, one after the next, making me jolt against his mouth. “I-I’m coming.”
Waves of pleasure slam into me hard, and my eyes roll back into my head before I finally come down. Sighing breathlessly as the gentle aftershocks roll in, I sink into the sofa like melted butter.
With a long moan, I force my eyes open and look at him. He’s still between my thighs, but his eyes are locked on my face, soaking in my expression. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then brings it to my stomach. His lips graze my belly button so softly I can almost pretend it’s a kiss.
I stroke the back of his neck, captivated by the shivers rolling through him with every brush of my fingers. When he pulls back and tugs my dress over my hips, I frown. “Wait. What about you?”
He stands, his eyes darkening in a way that makes somersaults flip in my stomach. Bending down and caging me in with his palms against the sofa, he leans into my neck. His teeth nip at my scarf, pulling it down, and he flicks the tender area beneath with his tongue. His lips brush the spot so delicately I shudder.
God, can he see what he’s doing to me?
As though reading my thoughts, he lifts his chin, scanning my expression while skimming my lips with his. I part my mouth, breathing out and watching him close his eyes as he breathes me in.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his deep voice husky. “I’ll get mine.”
Before I can respond, the door swings open and Adam is pulling me up beside him. Griff’s enormous frame blocks the doorway as he narrows his eyes, darting between me and Adam, then the sofa behind us. He scowls, his gaze lingering on me. Adam’s warm hand curls around my waist, and he leads me forward, watching Griff with every step. His hold on me is effortlessly possessive and delicious as ice cream on a summer day.
I swear I see him wink before he says, “Thanks for your hospitality. Brother.”