“Think about it. The brand isn’t just selling clothes. It’s selling an experience. An indulgence.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “Like that first bite of something exquisite that you’ll never forget.”
“An experience that lingers on your palate,” I murmured, my mind spinning with possibilities. “A taste of luxury you can’t forget.” I looked up at him, and our eyes met in a shared moment of triumph.
He sat back on the chair, stealing a bite of the pastry he bought for me. “I’m a fucking genius.”
“You should be doing my job.”
“Ah, but your job doesn’t come with a chef,” he teased back, his eyes flickering with that playful spark that always seemed to ignite something warm in me.
The office air hung thick with unspoken words as we smiled at each other. I fucking wanted to kiss him so bad. More than kiss him. I wanted to touch him and watch him unravel at my hands just like he’d been doing every time we had more than five minutes together at home.
Leaning over the desk, River brought himself as close as propriety would allow, those beautiful eyes holding mine in a silent conversation.
“I should get back to the restaurant,” he said, breaking the spell.
“Okay.” I tried to hide my disappointment but failed miserably
“Saturday,” River continued, “keep it open.”
“Oh yeah? You want to take me out on a date?” I teased.
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
The thought of spending an entire day with River set my pulse racing.
“Okay, I’ll make sure I’m ready for you,” I managed, my voice steady despite the implicit confession.
He winked and then left me in my office with an inconvenient erection and five minutes to go before a meeting with my brothers.
25
RIVER
My belly clenched as a wave of pleasure struck me. For a moment, I was lost in the haze of sleep, disoriented, until I realized what was happening. I looked down to find Adam staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes, now dark with lust and determination.
His mouth was on my cock, warm and insistent. I tried to speak, but I was too sleep-drunk and consumed by lust.
“Adam,” I cried.
He didn’t stop, even as my hands fisted the sheet and my hips bucked involuntarily. It was too early for my mind to form coherent thoughts, too early to comprehend how this was the same Adam who’d been straight until a few weeks ago.
But, my god, he was good. There was a precision to his movements, a dedication that was all-consuming. A determination to make this good for me. I saw it in his eyes.
“So fucking good, baby. Fuck, Adam, I’m so close.”
Without stopping, he smiled and then moaned, applying more suction to the head of my cock. His hand wrapped around my shaft, gripping tight as he stroked and sucked like he’d beendoing it forever. Heat spread all over my body. I was ready to combust.
“Adam,” I breathed again, his name both a plea and a declaration as I succumbed to the sensations. “I’m gonna—” That was all the warning I could give him as my pleasure crested, and I spilled into his mouth.
When it was over, and the last shudder wracked through my frame, he snaked up my body until we were face-to-face. He crashed his mouth onto mine in a hungry kiss.
“Good morning,” he murmured against my lips.
“My turn now.”
The morning light had just begun to filter through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across Adam’s bare skin as I flipped him over.
I ran my hands down his back, marveling at his beautiful curves. He shivered when I placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, his skin filling with tiny goosebumps. He smelled of my soap again, so he must have woken up before me and showered. I was going to take full advantage of that.
