The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(28)

She was getting soft and wet. She liked him just fine. And he was talking like she regularly nabbed a boy toy for the night. “Don’t be ridiculous, Adam. I haven’t…”

Shit. She shouldn’t go there.

He tilted her head up, placing his hand under her chin. It forced her to look into those baby blues that pulled her in every time. “Finish that sentence, Serena. And don’t lie. Jake and I are taking you into a club soon. I would rather we spent the evening enjoying ourselves, but I can have fun spanking your ass red.”

She flushed. She felt that heat from the top of her head right down through her toes. A club. Ian Taggart’s underground club? She’d hoped that after a long while, Master Storm would be able to get her an invitation to one of the local play parties, but this was a real club, like the ones she wrote about. “Really?”

Adam leaned over, a smile on his face. He touched his forehead to hers. “All I have to do is find a place for you to do a little research and you’re putty in my hands. Really, baby. I’m supposed to get you a collar and everything. Now finish that sentence.”

The fact that he was so close and he understood what she wanted made it easier to be honest. “Adam, I haven’t had sex in almost four years. Even before the divorce, Doyle lost interest in me. I’m not some crazy player. I’m not just trying to get into your pants.”

“Well, I want to keep it that way, baby.” His voice was lyrical, magnetic. His lips hovered above hers. “But I do believe in giving you a little taste of what I want.”

His lips met hers, and this time it felt right. This time he was in charge, and all she had to do was be brave enough to follow. His mouth covered hers, rubbing their lips together. His hands moved in a restless pattern across her back and down her hips, finally cupping her ass and pressing her into him. His tongue licked along the seam of her lips, and she opened for him. How long since she’d been kissed? Forever. Like this? Perhaps never. Adam devoured her. He drank her down like a man who had been dying of thirst.

She softened, wanting to sink into him.

“Touch me, baby,” Adam whispered. “Don’t be shy. I want your hands on me. It’s the best of both worlds. I’ll let you play with me all you like, and Jake will tie you up. We can be everything you want.”

The words were seduction in and of themselves. Everything she wanted. Everything she’d fantasized about. She could tell Adam her desires, and he wouldn’t make her feel like a freak. She kissed him again, boldness taking over. She let her hands play along the lean muscles of his shoulders and down his biceps. Adam was cut everywhere. She kissed the strong line of his jaw, reveling in his scent. He smelled clean and masculine. His hair was just a little long. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, and he was offering himself up to her.

“That’s right, baby. You explore to your heart’s content.” He took her right hand and pulled it down. “I think there’s a part of me you missed.”

His cock. She could feel it pressing against the fabric of his pants as though trying to get out. She cupped him, feeling his strength. What would it be like to ride that cock? Would she finally find the pleasure she wrote about? She’d come before, but never without the aid of something that required double A batteries. Adam didn’t seem to need such aids. Adam seemed like he could handle the job just fine.

She kissed him again and wondered how it would work. Would he throw her against the elevator door or would he get down on the floor and let her lower herself on him inch by inch?

It was getting out of control. She kissed him, and somehow her hands were slipping past his belt, trying to seek out hot flesh.

And his phone rang.

“Shit.” Adam kissed her again, hugging her with one arm as he reached for his cell with the other.

“That f*cking better not be you in the goddamn elevator, Adam. Maintenance just called and said some * stopped the elevator and guess what? They started out on my floor. Are you f*cking the client in the goddamn elevator five minutes after I told you not to f*ck the f*cking client?”

She tried to pull away, Ian Taggart’s voice filling the elevator even though he was fifteen floors up.

Adam put the cell to his chest and gave her a reassuring grin. “He has a horrible potty mouth, baby. Don’t worry about him.” He brought the phone back up. “Well, boss, if you remember I did say I probably wouldn’t try very hard.”

“Goddamn it, Adam.”

Adam reached out and started the elevator again. It dinged, and Adam put an arm around her and began to walk out like nothing had happened. “I’m joking, boss. You need to develop a sense of humor. We’re on our way to her agent’s. Someone else must be f*cking in the elevator. Trust me, when I get around to f*cking the client, it’s going to be someplace more comfortable than an elevator.”

“One of these days I’m going to fire your ass, Adam.”

He clicked the phone off and slid it into his pants. “Come on. Let’s get this meeting done so we can have a little lunch. I’m hungry.”

Serena was, too, but not for lunch. She’d just developed a huge appetite for Adam Miles, but she wondered if it wouldn’t be bad for both of them.

Adam smiled at her, a look she was starting to call his “don’t worry about it” face.

But she was falling. And she was definitely worried.