I arched into him just as his weight lifted from my body. I thought he was going to get up. I
didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about that, but he didn’t get up. Adam lifted just enough so he
could ghost his fingers across my skin, from my knee, up my thigh. He stopped when he touched the
fabric of my panties.
“Is that what you want, Eve? For me to fuck you?”
He kissed me softly against the corner of my mouth then slid his tongue across my chin, down
my neck, stopping at my collar bone. He sucked then nibbled lightly before twirling his tongue on the
same spot. His tongue… I remembered the things that tongue did to my pussy. I fisted his shirt. My clit
thumped, and my leg trembled. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning in
pleasure.
“Yes, you want me to fuck you,” he whispered. “But… I won’t,” he said before he pushed off
me.
He walked away, leaving me with my heart thundering and my pussy throbbing. I wanted—no
—I needed for him to come back and give me some relief, but I’d be damned if I begged for it.
You need to get yourself together, I thought. Stop thinking about sex with him. Are you nuts?
Suddenly, Adam started humming. It drew my attention because of how eerily familiar it was.
I tried to place the song but couldn’t. I turned and watched him as he set food on the table. He seemed
unaffected by what just happened seconds earlier, while I wrestled mentally with many emotions. My
body was on edge.
“You hungry?” The question was thrown over his shoulder.
Yes, I was hungry, but not for food. I ignored him
He turned away from the food, his gaze fixed on me. “You look hungry,” he teased in double-
entendre and licked his lips.
Involuntarily my eyes followed the trail his tongue made. He was purposely messing with me,
and I was falling for it. I wanted to get up and knock the smug expression off his face. I also wanted to
sit on his face and find out what else his tongue could do.
I sighed in frustration and tried to sound as unaffected as he looked when I said, “No I’m not
hungry.” I lied; my stomach was empty. “I’m going to take a shower.” I pushed up from the bed. I
Ignored the tingle between my thighs. “Did you happen to think about what I would wear while I was
your slave?” I asked nastily.
