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His brows are drawn together, a deep crease forming between them, but his eyes, wide and unblinking, shine with something more than just fear.

His lips part slightly, as if caught between a gasp and a question, and his breath becomes shallow, uneven.

There’s tension in Adrian’s jaw, muscles flexing, yet his gaze remains locked in place, alternating between my eyes and my mouth.

This is a fight I need to win.

“Noelle…” My name comes out as a growl, and I clench my thighs, all my desire for this man washing over me in waves. How many years I’ve pined for him, dreamed of him between my thighs, inside me, claiming me as his?

Primal desire pulses between us, and I can taste the tension on my tongue, feel it all over my skin. Knowing Adrian, he’s debating with himself over how unwise it is to get involved with me and if it’s worth Peter’s ire. I need to tip the scales.

“I know you feel it, too, Adrian. I’ve…” I trail off, wondering how much I should confess, but darn it. I’m here, and there’s no turning back. “I’ve had a crush on you since forever.”

His eyes widen at that, but the muscle in his jaw ticks, his nostrils flaring. I was right. He’s at war with himself. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage.”

Those words shred my last layer of self-preservation. Besides, what do I have to lose? He saw me naked, and I confessed to having feelings. I might as well go all in.

I walk closer to him, and with every step, his breathing becomes more ragged. I stop when I’m finally in front of him, my palms sweaty, my thighs sticky. His breath is warm against my forehead.

I don’t move. Neither does he.

The space between us is thin, fragile, buzzing with something heavy and crackling. Something unspoken. His dark eyes flick to my mouth a second time, just for a second, barely a glance, but it’s enough to send heat curling through my stomach all over again.

Does he feel it? This pull, this tightrope stretched between us, begging to snap?

I swallow, pulse hammering in my throat. “I’m taking advantage of you, Adrian.” My voice is softer than I want it to be, a whisper between us.

Something shifts in his expression. A crack in his carefully controlled mask. He exhales slowly, his fingers flexing at his sides as if he wants to touch me but won’t let himself. As if he can’t.

Standing on my toes, I lean in, just enough to push him, to force him to make a choice.

“Fuck, Noelle.” His voice has grown gravelly with lust.

It’s the last thing I hear before his mouth crashes to mine and his arms wrap around me, pulling me to him. The kiss sets off fireworks in my head. It’s our first, and it’s anything but gentle.

The kiss is raw, hungry, and demanding. His tongue plunges into and invades my hollow mouth, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

I don’t want to wake up Thomas with my animalistic sounds, but Adrian tastes too good.

God knows I’ve wondered how he would kiss often enough, and he doesn’t disappoint.

Adrian knows how to kiss. I try not to think of all the women who came before me and gave him his experience.

He grabs my ass and pulls me to him, his cock pressing against my stomach, and I moan again as I rub against him.

Jesus. It’s like I’m being reduced to a virginal teen with the way I’m acting around him.

Then again, who the hell cares? I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember.

He breaks the kiss, and I groan in disappointment. “We need to stop, Noelle. I am dangerously close to ripping your clothes off and burying my cock inside you.”

Oh my God. Funny Adrian is my ultimate favorite, but this horny version is becoming a close second. “Then, do it, Adrian. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“No. We just met after a very, very long time.”

“So?”

“You don’t even know how much I’ve changed since we last saw each other.”

Biting back all my smart-ass responses, my breath coasts over his tanned throat, and I stop to lick his Adam’s apple, making him groan raggedly. “Tell me you don’t want me, Adrian, and I’ll go back to my bedroom and use that damn toy you saw earlier.”

His eyes flare with something like possession, and his voice hardens. “Sure, Noelle, if you want something smaller.”

Unexpectedly, the cockiness in his tone makes me laugh. “I’m willing to settle since you seem hellbent on leaving me high and dry.”

Adrian slips a hand inside my pajama bottoms and grazes my folds with a finger. Oh God. I arch into him, digging my nails into his shoulders. “You are far from dry, Noelle.”

“Please, Adrian. Please.”

“Please, what?” He glides the finger along my slit before dipping it into me. I wiggle my hips to take more of him, but he pulls it out and chuckles. Asshole.

“Adrian, I swear to God?—”

It takes me a second to realize he’s disappeared in front of me and is on his knees, pulling my pajama bottoms down my legs.

I step out of them, and my pussy is bare before his face.

What can I say? I like going commando. Or maybe part of me hoped this would happen.

Either way, I’m glad only a few pieces of clothing separate us.

And if there’s anything about Adrian, it’s that he doesn’t waste time.

He parts my folds with his thumbs and licks me, flattening his tongue against my clit and pressing soft kisses on my sensitive button. A full dose of pure desire shoots through my bloodstream.

My hands go to my mouth, trying to stifle a whimper, but he’s far from done. He’s almost right under me as he sucks and kisses my pussy with gentleness and reverence.

“Oh, God. Yes, Adrian. Right there, there.”

With absolutely no shame, I grab his hair and begin riding his face. It’s an awkward, slightly uncomfortable position—my legs apart, Adrian between them, and I’m holding on to him for dear life. My thigh muscles burn, but I’m past the point of caring.

This right here is my dream. Adrian pushes his tongue in and out of me as I rub my pussy against his face.

“Fuck! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I get zero warning when my orgasm crashes into me, my legs giving out. But even before my soul lands back to earth, Adrian wraps my legs around his waist, and he backs to the sofa, sitting with a satisfied smile, his mouth glistening with my juices.

My juices on Adrian.

Damn. Who said dreams don’t come true?

He takes out his cock, and I salivate at the sight of it—long, thick, and veiny. I have no idea how it’s supposed to fit inside me, but I’m desperate for him. So without another word, I lift my hips and slowly lower myself onto him.

“Oh God. Oh God. GOD!.”

It’s a tight fit, but I slide easily enough until he’s fully seated inside me. Until I’m impaled on his cock.

I have to take a moment to breathe. I feel full, and I know it will only take a few thrusts before I come again.

“Oh, fuck.” Adrian snaps his eyes shut and throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Fuck, Noelle. I think I won’t last.” Words I never thought I’d hear from my lifelong crush.

I loop my arms around his neck and drag my tongue along the shell of his ear. “Then, come for me and come inside me.”

His hands tighten on my thighs, but I don’t let him deter me. I lift my hips, then slam back down. With my head burrowing in the crook between his neck and shoulder, I circle my hips and grind.

But Adrian doesn’t just sit still either. He snakes a hand between us and strums my clit. It’s still super sensitive from my earlier orgasm, but Adrian slows his finger and teases it.

“Noelle, you feel so damn good riding me like this. You ride me so well.”

He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t last. I can feel warmth weaving along my legs when he stiffens and thrusts from under me, his movements wild and uncoordinated. The thought that he’s about to fill me with his come is what tips me over the edge.

“Noelle, fuck!”

“Adrian, I’m about to?—”

Stars explode before me, and I bury my face deeper, inhaling his scent, and feeling his thick come coating my walls. Pure ecstasy floods my body, radiating to my fingertips.

We stay like that for a few minutes, our bodies connected until Adrian softens inside me.

My legs feel like wet noodles, but I don’t move.

Instead, I nuzzle him, still in disbelief over what just happened.

My breath has slowed down, but not my heart.

It’s still galloping like I just ran a marathon. “That was even better than I thought.”

Adrian traces circles on the small of my back. “You thought about me fucking you?”

I smile and bury my face deeper in his neck. “You have no idea.”