To Hate Adam Connor

“Daddy, you can’t find me! I’m that good!”

I looked back at Adam.

He hesitated for a second, but then his eyes moved away from mine, and I swallowed.

Phew! It had been a close call. The fact that I hadn’t ripped off his wet clothes or licked any part of his body—especially a specific part of his body—was a big personal victory for me.

“If you don’t stay here tonight, Lucy, I’m breaking into Jason’s house,” he warned me, his eyes finding mine again.

My spine tingled. Hell, my whole body tingled…especially my heart.

I took a shaky breath and finally spoke, “I’d love to watch you try.”

He leaned in and pressed his mouth against my skin where my shoulder met my neck. I felt the soft touch of his lips, his warm breath as he softly exhaled on my damp skin.

Danger, Lucy. Run. Hide your heart.

Did anyone ever blow on your wet skin with their warm breath? No? Try it, it does amazing things to your ovaries.

“Stay here tonight, and I promise I’ll give you better things to watch.”

He pushed away from the edge of the pool and me, and got out of the pool to get to his son.

Chapter Fourteen

Adam

She didn’t listen to me. Of course she didn’t.

I opened the door and entered Lucy’s room. She was sitting cross-legged right in the middle of the bed. To be honest, I wasn’t all that surprised to see her waiting for me; it would be just like her to wait and see if I really did do what I said I’d do. When she saw me, her eyes widened and a small smile played on her lips.

“You son of a bitch!” she whispered in awe. “You did it. You actually broke into their house!”

I hadn’t. However, I didn’t see the need to correct her. I’d called Jason and asked if he could let me in so I could talk to Lucy, and he was kind enough not to question my odd request—although he did murmur, “Good luck,” after pointing out Lucy’s room to me.

Instead of mentioning my encounter with Jason, I leaned my back against the door and asked, “Why did you sneak out when I went to put Aiden in bed?”

We had watched “Happy Feet” per Aiden’s request and had a few slices of pizza each while he chatted with Lucy all throughout the movie, up until he fell asleep on the couch.

“Dan said he’d leave in a few, so I thought you could use some alone time with your bodyguard and your son.” She shrugged then drew in a deep breath. “Don’t just stand there, come on in then.”

“You know damn well Aiden was already asleep when I carried him away, Lucy. And I specifically told you to stay with us when we were in the pool.”

“The pool, right.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for a short heartbeat then she dropped onto her back, stretched out her legs, and opened her arms as if she was getting ready to be tied down.

“You can do it,” she said with a suffering sigh.

Confused, I asked, “I can do what?”

“Well,” she began, her eyes trained on the ceiling. “You broke in, so now I have to sleep with you. I mean, if I didn’t, it would be cruel of me. After all, you deserve it.”

When I didn’t say anything—because I was trying very hard to follow her logic—she propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at me.

“Didn’t you come here to fuck me? What are you waiting for? Come in and take me. I shall endure the process.”

I had to stop myself from laughing.

“To fuck you? You shall endure?”

She let out a dramatic sigh, and I smiled before she could catch me.

“You know, have sex, bump uglies, thread the needle, the lust and thrust, the horizontal hula, dip your four-inch wick, burry your four-inch bone, the grand slam—although with a four-inch tool, I’m not sure how grand it’d be, but…I’m curious and ready, so let’s do it.”

I walked farther into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, right next to her hip.

She followed my movements all the way to her side. As much as she was trying her best to look like a virgin sacrificing herself for God knows what, I’d caught the way she looked at me on more than a few occasions. More than that, she must have forgotten that I already knew that her body practically vibrated every time I touched her, that she couldn’t stop herself from pressing her body against mine whenever I kissed her. If we did end up having sex, it’d be no sacrifice for her.

“You really have a thing for four-inch dicks, don’t you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I prefer bigger ones, though I’m sure yours looks cute on you.”

I smiled.

She gave me a tentative smile back.

“So you want me to bump uglies with you, huh?”

Her brows drew in together. “That’s why you said to stay at your place, isn’t it? I mean, that’s why you broke in here.”

“Actually, I asked you to stay over so we could talk, and so I could thank you for what you did for Aiden. What you keep doing for Aiden and me. We, both him and I, really needed today. I can’t say being blasted with cold water would have been my first choice, but…”

For a brief moment, disappointment flashed across her beautiful features, but she was quick to hide it.

My little liar.

“Oh,” she murmured. “When you kissed me like that back in the pool, I thought you wanted me to stay so you could do me. And you’re welcome, I love seeing the little guy laugh.”

“You’re making me dizzy with all this romantic talk.”

“I don’t do romance, Adam Connor.”

“The curse, right?”

She nodded, her eyes daring me to make fun of her.

My eyes dropped to her parted lips, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and gently ran a knuckle across her lower lip. She stopped breathing.

“You like how I kiss you?”

“You’re an awful kisser,” she forced out in a whisper as she shook her head.

“That bad?”

“The worst.”

“You’d never kiss me again, then?”

“Never.”

I leaned in and softly kissed her lips…first the top one, then the bottom. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I saw her hands tightly grip the sheets. Keeping my eyes on her face, I drew back and licked my bottom lip. “Even that is bad?”

“Worst ever,” she whispered, her eyes cracking open.

“I don’t want to be your worst, Lucy.”

She licked her lips and stayed quiet.

“You want me to do you?” I asked, letting my eyes wander over her body.

She shifted in place. She was still in the same clothes: black leggings and a Superman T-shirt. The gray shirt did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“No. I don’t want it. Becau—”

“Because you don’t like me,” I guessed, forcing my eyes to look away from the outline of her nipples.

She nodded. “But, since you broke in here, I feel obligated, like you earned doing me. Think of it as your prize for being adventurous and giving breaking and entering a try.”

I glanced away and tried to appear like I was thinking it over. I stretched my legs out on the bed and leaned against the headboard.

“Excuse me? What are you doing?” she asked with a small frown on her face.

“Getting comfortable. Come on, lie back down.”

“I’m fine, thanks. Why don’t you go and get comfortable in your own bed, your own house?” Suddenly she straightened up, giving me a harsh look. “You didn’t.”