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Adam: Be right over.
Eve stared at the screen.
Her heart had kicked into overdrive the second she had heard his unique text tone. Adam had been gone for twelve whole days this time, on two back-to-back trips, and every absence was becoming more difficult to bear.
She reread his texts. The thought of him considering his penthouse their home made warmth spread through her chest.
Today, she’d come to her apartment to cook dinner herself. Although the Lark provided excellent meals, she’d gotten a craving for her grandmother’s slow-cooked short ribs and thought Adam might enjoy them too. The crockpot, spices, and everything else she needed were all here; all she’d had to do was bring the meat.
The plan had been to have everything ready and take it to the penthouse before his arrival, but Adam’s plane had taken off early, throwing off her timing. The ribs wouldn’t be ready for one more hour, but he’d be here in twenty minutes.
She sprinted to the bathroom, feeling almost giddy. After the quickest shower ever, she unzipped the carry-on she’d packed with clothes and yanked it open, taking out the purple and gold lingerie set she’d purchased while he’d been in New Orleans. His second destination had inspired her to choose Mardi Gras colors.
She slid on the ultra-sheer black stockings first, careful not to snag them. The overbust corset came next. She ran a fingertip over the thin gold butterfly embroidery at the edging, then wrapped the fabric around her torso, lining up the hooks and pins. Quickly, she closed the front, then set about tightening the satin laces in the back, checking over her shoulder in the mirror to make sure the modesty panel was straight. Finally, she tied the ends in a bow and turned to assess herself.
The purple corset hugged her body, pushing up her breasts and creating a nice hourglass shape.
Adam had never seen her in one of these. Her chest felt tight, her breathing was erratic, and it had nothing to do with the corset cinching her waist. She couldn’t wait to see his face when he saw her wearing this.
She hooked the black garters to the tops of the stockings. Each ended in a little purple bow. Then she slipped on the panties and black Louboutin pumps.
Seeing the red soles, she smiled. Adam liked it when she left her shoes on.
Now, she was ready for him. She smoothed her hands over her hips, looking at her reflection. Before, when she had dressed in similar ways, all she’d cared about was whether the lacing was lopsided or her garters were crooked, rather like putting on a uniform.
But this… Well, this was new because she was dressing for Adam. Her entire body thrummed with anticipation and excitement, and if he checked right now, he would already find her primed for him.
She picked up her blush brush, then set it back on the vanity top because her face was already flushed.
The sound of the doorbell sent her sprinting. She’d added Adam to the guest list, so the front desk hadn’t needed to call.
Still, she checked the peephole, just in case.
Adam, in uniform.
Heart hammering, she threw open the door.
For a beat, he stood there, flight bag and Rollaboard in hand, and looked her up and down, dark blue eyes blazing.
His lips parted. Stepping inside, he ditched the luggage, kicked the door shut, tossed his jacket, and hauled her to him, taking her mouth as she had longed to have him do since he had left. He shoved his fingers in her hair, angling her head as his tongue plunged deep.
The feel of him, his powerful grip, the scent of him and his cologne, the heat of his body against hers, the taste of him, overwhelmed her senses.
She gripped his shoulders, nails scraping at his epaulets, and kissed him back with all the pent-up passion of the twelve long days she’d missed him.“You smell good,” she said.
“I showered at the FBO.” He kissed her jaw, her neck, her clavicle.
“Kiss me,” she breathed, seeking his lips again.
He did, in that sensual way of his, sending her whole world reeling.
She couldn’t get enough of him.
Her hands found his tie and quickly loosened the knot, yanking it off and throwing it to the floor. With one hard pull on the points of his collar, she ripped it open, sending the top button flying. She buried her face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling deeply, then opened her mouth over his pulse point, sucking. At the same time, she reached down and gripped him.
His groan was a loud rumble that she felt enter her body, making her nipples pebble.
Swiftly, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.