“You will call him later,” Adam murmured against my mouth. “First, you will blow me in the shower, then we’re coming back here for a quick fuck before I make us dinner.”
“Jesus,” I muttered. “You don’t mince words. Incidentally, generally speaking, who will be fucking whom?”
“We will be fucking each other,” Adam replied after some consideration. “But mostly I think you will be fucking me. Are you okay with that?”
“I’m fine either way,” I said, kissing his lips. “As long as you’re mine, I don’t care about anything else.”
“Good,” Adam said, sounding satisfied. “Now get up. Shower. Blowie. Before that, we will give Milo a snack. He deserves it for listening to us fuck for the ungodly amount of time.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, frowning. “It’s not because of the dog, is it?”
Adam looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not staying with me because of the dog, are you?”
When a smirk appeared on his face, I regretted my question.
“It is a cute dog,” Adam mused. “I would lie if I said otherwise.”
I threw a cushion at him, but he dodged it with the speed of a ninja.
“Adam!” I shouted, my fists clenching in anger.
“You’re fine too,” he added, smirking.
I threw another cushion at him, but he was already out of the room.
“I will make you regret this,” I threatened, running after him.
“You promise?”
Chapter 22
Change is Good
Adam
One month later
“How is it going?”
I looked up from the screen when Jordan came into the room.
“Fine, I think,” I replied as he kissed my lips. “I’m having fun with it. It’s not as if I have something better to do.”
After they took off my cast, I was told that I couldn’t go back to work because I needed a few weeks of rehabilitation. I wasn’t happy about it, but I also wanted to be able to walk in the foreseeable future, so for once, I did what I was told. The rehabilitation included exercises, massages, and light cardio twice a week, but it left me with nothing to do on the other days. It was why we turned my guest bedroom into a home office. Incidentally, Jordan moved into my apartment instead of vice versa. I would happily stay at his place, but my apartment was bigger, and Jordan preferred it. He said he liked the floor-to-ceiling windows in my living room. He also said he would like to fuck me against those windows, so I called the movers the same day and started packing.
I also suggested to Jordan that he should ask for a transfer from the LD since he technically didn’t have to be there. He refused, saying that someone needed to watch my back. In our absence, Maddox took over the Bull’s case, but the guy disappeared without a trace. There was a rumor that Marcello Biancchi was coming to the LD because he couldn’t prove what we all knew—that Mendoza set him up. Luz still eyed me with suspicion, even after I told him that his best friend was the loveof my life. As expected, he made a fuss over us being together until the day he and Bazooka visited us in Smitsville. After I made my famous lasagna, and Luz tasted it, I was forgiven. Kind of.
“I take back what I said,” Luz mumbled with his mouth full. “You know how to cook, asshole Adam. I’ll give you that.”
Jordan jabbed him in the ribs. “Stop calling him that!”
“Incidentally, when will you stop calling me that?” I said, cocking my eyebrow.
“When I’m sure you deserve it,” Luz countered. “Or maybe after dessert. Time will tell.”
“Can you please behave, brat?” Bazooka said with a sigh. “For once at least?”
