To Hate Adam Connor

When her gag reflex kicked in, I eased her off me and caressed her cheek. “Easy, sweetheart. Nice and easy.”

She nodded and swirled her tongue around me.

I was seconds away from making a mess on her face, not minutes.

“Suck on the head,” I rasped out, barely enough strength left in me. Thank God she listened. “A little more. That’s it. That’s it, sweetheart. Take more of me.”

Desperate to come, to have her in my arms, to feel her heartbeat against mine, I grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up next to me.

“What are you doing? You were so—”

I kissed her and pushed her hand on my cock again, rounding my own over hers.

“I want you closer,” I said in a thick voice. “I want you on my lips when I come.”

Giving me a soft kiss as if she understood what I meant, what I needed, she let me set the pace and in a few seconds I came all over our hands and my stomach, the warm liquid rushing out of me in waves.

Groaning into her mouth, I closed my eyes and let her hand softly stroke me down from my high.

For a few minutes, neither one of us spoke as our bodies calmed down. I grabbed the sheet and cleaned my stomach and our hands. When my heart rate was back to normal—or at least close to normal—I turned to Lucy and softly took her mouth.

She melted in my arms.

When she gently stroked my cheek, I stopped kissing her and just breathed in her scent.

“I want you, Lucy.”

“You’re not coming anywhere near my vagina right now. Every time you get in there, my legs start to shake uncontrollably.”

I laughed softly. “Lucy, don’t you know? If your legs aren’t shaking at the end of it, you haven’t been fucked good and well.”

She laid her head on my chest, and I stroked her hair.

“Thank you,” she said. “I didn’t realize how much I needed you tonight. Thank you for coming to me.”

Tipping my head down and seeing the look on her face…I shut my mouth and held her tighter against me.

She was mine and that was that. I didn’t have to understand what was going on, I just had to accept it, and it was okay if she wasn’t ready to accept that yet. I didn’t mind waiting. She was worth it.

“I will be the one who speaks to your heart, Lucy Meyer, just like you seem to speak to mine,” I murmured as my lips moved against her forehead, and she slowly fell asleep in my arms.

Breaking News: Adeline Young’s Alleged Sex Tape

Yes, you read that right. There are rumors and, well…a hard copy of Adeline Young’s sex tape being passed around. The thing that makes this unexpected news even more shocking is that the person who is trying to sell the twenty-minute video to the highest bidder claims that the video is dated to a time when Adeline was still married.

Have we actually seen this alleged sex tape? Are we sure Adeline Young is the star of the show? Yes, and yes. We’ve viewed certain parts of it and we’re sorry to say that, yes, Adeline Young is indeed the star of this short movie. And what a movie it is…if you don’t believe us, you can have a look at the stills that popped up online late last night.

Throughout their marriage, neither Adeline nor Adam was spotted with a stranger. When we first heard about the divorce, we kept repeating that fact, but if the reported date of this tape is true, it means Adeline Young did indeed cheat on her husband at least once that we know of.

We are still waiting to hear back on the identity of this mystery man, and as soon as we have a name we will share it with you. Then again, does it really matter? Will it affect Adam Connor any less if it’s another actor or a random guy from the street? We don’t think so.

We reached out to Adeline’s publicist early this morning, and they profusely denied the sex tape claims, insisting that the stills taken from the tapes were altered. Since the young actress has been using every opportunity to get in front of the cameras since her divorce, we are expecting her to send out a press release out or show up in a live interview to try to get ahead of the claims.

No word from Adam Connor’s reps yet.

Chapter Twenty

Lucy

Gently, I lowered the laptop onto the bed where I had fallen asleep in Adam’s arms the night before then stood up.

Inhale and exhale, Lucy.

When I was calm enough to breathe like a normal person again, I walked into the living room where Olive was working on her manuscript.

“Olive,” I sputtered, not knowing where to put my hands as I stood in front of her.

Her eyes widened when she saw that I was shaking like a leaf, and she jumped up from the couch she was half-buried in.

She rushed to my side. “Pregnancy. Baby. Doctor called. Results.”

I shook my head and jumped up and down on my toes, my hands starting to shake in front me.

“You did it,” I squealed and then put my fist in my mouth.

Inhale and exhale.

“I did what?” She put her hands on my arms to stop me from fidgeting in place. “Lucy, you’re starting to scare me. I did what?”

Bubbling over with excitement, I gripped her hands and leaned in closer so I could shout in her face. “You got yourself a deal for ten fucking million dollars!”

Her face went slack, and she whispered, “What?” And then came the shout, of course. “What?”

My heart beating in my throat, I released a deep, deep breath. “Olive,” I started to explain as calmly as I could, which wasn’t very calmly at all. “If you sign the contract they’ve sent over, you’ll be the proud owner of…ten fucking million dollars!”

Right when she started to jump up and down with me, she stilled. “Oh, wait. Lucy, no. What did you do? Did you offer them my first unborn child or something?”

I laughed, my cheeks hurting from the amount of smiling that was happening on my face. “No. They want to republish Soul Ache, and they want three more books from you. You already finished one, so that leaves two more for you to write.”

She covered her mouth with her hands, clearly still in shock. I hugged her, hard, and helped her jump with me.

“Oh my God, Lucy. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“That’s exactly what I said when I started reading the contract an hour ago.”

Her eyes were still big when I let her go and her gaze met mine. “That’s why you went to your room? I thought you were…oh, hell. Did you say ten million dollars?”

“Yep,” I nodded, barely keeping still.

This time it was Olive who crushed me in her arms. “You did it. You’ve officially become my agent, Lucy. We’re working together. Oh my God!” She pulled back and smiled even bigger. “You’re rich, too! You never have to call Catherine again! We’re gonna have a baby and we’re making money and we’re selling books!”

We laughed for what seemed like hours and cried like the saps we were.

“I have to call Jason,” Olive ranted. “I have to call my mom.”

As we started the search for her phone, my own started ringing. As if it were a living, breathing monster that would bite my head off if I got too close, I hid my hands behind my back and leaned over the coffee table to see who was calling.

“Doctor’s office,” I whispered, looking at Olive with what I was sure were frightened eyes. “It’s the doctor’s office. What do I do?”

“Do you want me to answer?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and grabbed the phone.