He nips the tender flesh behind my ear, and I moan. “Same.” My whole body tingles with desire. His lips are all over my neck, kissing and biting. “We need to get upstairs or I’m going to start taking my clothes off right here and I really don’t want to do that. People can see through the glass window.”
Adam jerks back and chuckles. “Okay, no live action porn. Got it.” Taking my hand, he pulls me up the stairs to my apartment. The second we’re behind closed doors, he rips off his clothes and I do the same. I push him over to the couch and straddle his waist, his cock hard and ready. The bedroom is only a few feet away, but I want him now.
I roll my hips against him, teasing him. He grips onto my waist and leans his head back. “You’re killing me. Guess this is what I deserve.”
Pressing my naked body to his, I nip his ear. “Exactly. The only problem is that it’s torturing me too.”
Lifting my hips, I sit down on him until I get a good rhythm—my clit rubbing against him in the most delicious way. My body clenches and it doesn’t take long before I feel the first taste of orgasm. I’m so close and I love it. “Oh my God, I’ve missed this. I’m gonna come.”
Adam growls deep in his chest. “Keep going, baby.”
I throw my head back as my insides tighten. Adam closes his lips over my nipple and bites down as my climax hits. His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me down on his cock as he takes over, pushing up into me at a furious pace. I brace my arms on the back of the couch as he chases his own release. Then he yells out, all hot and primal, his body jerking in spasms.
Laying my head on his shoulder, my heart beats out of control. “Now that’s what I call some amazing make up sex.”
Brushing my hair to the side, he gently kisses my neck and holds me tighter. “If you want, I can go back outside, and we can pretend to fight?”
Moaning, I pull my head back enough to come face to face, nipping his bottom lip between my teeth. “As fun as that sounds, I’m good here. Make up sex is awesome, but making love is even better.”
He winks. “You’re damn right. I’ll be happy to show you.”
Still connected, I can tell he’s ready for round two. “That’s what I was hoping for.”
Last night was a whirlwind of craziness. There was no talking for me and Adam, just love making all night long. It’s what we needed. However, now I’m exhausted, and the restaurant will be booming tonight. I plan on getting a head start, even though it is closing in on ten o’clock in the morning.
“What’s on the menu tonight?” Adam asks, walking into the kitchen fresh from the shower and dressed for the day. I pour us both a cup of coffee and he comes up behind me and kisses my neck.
I hand him his cup. “I just had a shipment of salmon come in, so I was thinking teriyaki salmon with sautéed green beans and twice baked potatoes.”
Adam’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “Damn, that sounds amazing.” He sets his coffee cup on the counter and pulls me close. “We should probably have our big talk we put off last night. It seems you’ve forgiven me, but I still need to explain.”
I nod. “You’re right.” Then I nod toward the door. “We can talk in the restaurant. I have to get in the kitchen earlier now because a certain foodie’s review has us booked out for months.”
Chuckling, he follows me out the door and down to the restaurant. “Yeah, about that. Nice touch with my assistant. It was kind of funny when you thought she was one of my aliases.”
Sheepishly, I turn to face him. “Please tell her I’m sorry. She must think I’m a major bitch.”
He bursts out laughing. “On the contrary, she had fun telling me how stupid I was for what I did.” We have a few minutes, so I walk over to the bar and sit down. Instead of sitting beside me, he swivels my chair around so that I have to face him. “Do you really want me to delete my review?”
With a heavy sigh, I glance around the place I call my home. It’s everything I could’ve hoped it would become. “Yes and no,” I reply honestly. “I want to know my success came from me, not you.”
“Maddy, it did come from you. Don’t get mad at me, but I saw your numbers beforehand.” My eyes widen and he holds up his hands. “I promise I didn’t snoop. Your spreadsheet was on the table and I saw it. Judging by my calculations, by the end of the year, you would’ve been just as slammed as you are now. That’s how good you are. My review just tipped you over the edge early.”
I want to believe he’s right. I’ve worked hard for what I have. “Just answer me one thing and I’ll let it go.”
He nods. “Anything.”
“Was your review a totally unbiased opinion? No sugarcoating? No lying, whatsoever?”
“It was all the truth,” he answers genuinely. He glances around the restaurant. “I love everything about this place. I can see you in it all.”
“Why did you become August Cahill in the first place? You were never really into the whole food stuff until you met me.”
“I did it because of you.”
My heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”
He reaches down for my hands and keeps his eyes on our intertwined fingers. “Just like I said, I did it because of you. You were what inspired me.” His eyes lift to mine and he sighs. “It was
