Page 110 of The Renter

“At dinner tonight, can you wear the ring on your left hand?” Adam asks as he puts a watch on. I hadn’t even noticed I’d moved it to my middle finger. Not wanting to delve into why I’d subconsciously made that adjustment, I slide it back onto my left ring finger.

“Geoff’s got to know you’re off the market,” Adam says with a wink. “He’s got a reputation for twenty-somethings.”

I can’t suppress an eye roll. “What do you think of this dress?” I ask, twirling around for effect. It’s short with puffy, bedazzled sleeves.

“It’s nice, but what about something more quietly elegant?”

“Are you telling me how to dress?” The words slip out sharper than intended. The dress is louder than I would usually wear, but it was also curated by Nikola.

“You asked for my opinion. I think you should wear something more timeless.”

“Do you mean ageless?” I squint, trying to understand. The dress I’m wearing is bold and is something a twenty-something would wear. Does he want me to age up? Adam can’t dictate every aspect of my life, including my wardrobe. “I am respectfully declining your suggestion,” I respond with a playfuledge, wrapping my arms around his waist. He smiles and places a baby kiss on my lips.

Holding a heated stare, he unbuckles his belt. “I’ll make the decision easy for you. It’s that dress or my cock right now.”

“We have time for that? Our dinner reservation is in less than thirty minutes.”

“We always have time for that,” he rumbles, closing the gap between us and hiking the dress above my hips.

I put my hands on the edge of the bed, bending over for him.

“Good girl,” he gruffs, caressing my ass. I hear his belt hit the floor. With a spank, he enters me with force. My breath escapes as I feel all of him at once.

“Tonight.” He thrusts. “We’re a power couple. This is a very important dinner.”

I look back at him, sassing, “Is this a pep talk for me or you?”

“No brat tonight. Please.”

“I better get it out of my system now, then.” I smirk.

“I’ll fuck it right out of you.” His fingers squeeze my hips so tight I wonder if I’ll have his prints as bruises. He thrusts deliberately and deeply. Hard and fast. Pulling my hair, my head tilts up. “I fucking love how you feel. How tight you are around my cock.”

I can tell he’s getting close. My triceps are fatiguing while he thrusts and thrusts.

“I want to look at you,” he pants and pulls out. I turn, sitting on the bed. “Finish me in your mouth.”

Grabbing his erection, I lick his shaft before taking all of him. “Good,” he says, sweeping my hair to one shoulder. “Just like that.” I bob up and down, taking him deep. “Best behavior tonight.” He commands, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.

It’s a warranted request. I don’t have the best track record—getting drunk at Kent’s party and then crying at the gala.

“I’m about to come,” he pants and pulls out of my mouth. Palming himself, he releases all over my dress.

“Oh … No,” he mockingly feigns. “You can’t wear it anymore.”

I roll my eyes, knowing how expensive this dress is. “It’s your money.”

“Get changed. We gotta go.”

“And what about me?” I sass.

“Let’s see how good you are at dinner.”

I laugh. Hating it but loving it and so turned on, I walk into the bathroom to freshen up.

Brushing my hair, I think about how the energy from Adam was different. Replaying it, something isn’t sitting right with me. I know he’s stressed more than he wants to let on. I quickly freshen up my makeup and walk into the closet. He has so much on his plate right now. Probably too much.

“Bring a purse that this can fit in,” he says, with a hard drive in his hand, watching me slide out of the stained dress. I’m too familiar with hard drives and their implied crypto meaning.