Page 71 of The Renter

“Not now.” She laughs. “All we need is you slipping and falling before your big talk.”

“When we get back then.” Bending down, I pick her up and wrap her legs around me. “I could fuck you like this, standing.”

“I don’t want to be blamed for you hurting yourself.” Although her eyes tell me she likes this idea.

“Fine.” I set her down. “Arms against the glass.”

She smirks, and I love how much she likes to fuck. With her arms above her head, resting on the glass, I run my hand down her back. Squeezing her ass, I admire her and lightly spank her.

“Mmm,” she moans, pushing her hips toward me.

“You want me to spank you harder?”

“Yes,” she says, not looking back.

Caressing her ass, I consider how hard I should spank her and decide to go for it. The sound is crisp, and she yelps. I hover over her, holding her close to me. “Was that okay?”

“I want your handprint on my ass.” I huff out a sound of surprise and trail my tongue on her neck.

“You asked for it.” I spank her harder than before. Her body flinches. With my arms snaked around her, I hold her for a long hug.

“Are you going to fuck me already?”

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“What has you so bothered?” he asks, kissing the back of my neck.

“Greg.” It’s a half-truth. I’m leaving out the other half, Declan.

“Whatever he said, ignore him,” Adam states. “I want to see you.” I pull my arms back down to my side and turn around. He presses my back into the glass, deeply staring into my eyes. “What happened this morning?” I slowly shake my head. “Peanut.” He cups my face. “Tell me.”

I have to tell him that Declan was here, but I feel like Adam won’t fuck me after I say it. I consider turning the water off and stepping out of the shower.

“You’re making me a little nervous here,” he says, caressing his thumb on my jaw.

“Besides Greg, there’s something else.”

“I’ve gathered.”

“Declan was looking for you … And we got into a little spat.”

An intensity flares in his eyes. “About what?”

“How he thinks I have a drinking problem.”

“He’s crazy.” Adam shakes his head. “I’ll tell him to lay off.”

“Thanks,” I say, looking down.

“Anything else?”

Um, yeah.So, much else. I want to say. “He doesn’t like that I’m dating you.”

“I already knew that. He likes you.”

I roll my eyes. “So, are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Yes.” He swoops down, picking me up again. “I like the idea of this position too much.” With his hand under my ass, he holds his cock in the other, entering me.