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  "What are you doing tomorrow?"

  "Nothing." She yawns. "Just a normal boring Sunday for me."

  "Good." I lay back and take her with me so she's draped across my chest. "I want to take you out where there aren't a hundred of our former classmates there to watch us."

  Her head pops up. "You're staying?"

  "If you'll let me."

  She tries to hide her smile by ducking her head, but I still see it. "Yes."

  I stroke my hand down her back and I feel her relax. She doesn't realize that the only thing that would make me leave right now is her throwing me out on my ass.

  The high of everything is beginning to wear off, and I feel sleep coming, and I can feel Ollie's breathing going steady too. "Good night, Olivia."

  "Night."

  12

  Ollie

  I wake up slowly. First with just the awareness that I'm awake, and then realizing that there is someone else in my bed with me. And finally feeling the arm draped across me and the body behind me.

  Suddenly I'm wide awake. Oh my god, Adam Carlisle is in my bed. I had sex with Adam last night, and not only that but it was the best sex of my life. I open my eyes, and my bedroom is dim. I can see that the sun is already well up from the light behind the shades, but I don't care. It's Sunday, and I get to spend it with Adam.

  I try not to move, or at least move slowly, because I don't want to wake him up. But as I'm moving slowly I realize something: he's hard. I suppose that I could wake him up on purpose, my way.

  He doesn't stir when I slip out from under his hand, and duck under the covers, and he doesn't stir when I find his cock with my hand, stroking it gently. I press my lips to the tip of him, tasting the salt there. I feel him move then, and I lick him like I would a lollipop.

  "Ollie?" Adam's voice is bleary and confused.

  I take him into my mouth then, sucking on the head of him and he swears, throwing back the blankets. He stares at me in shock, and I take him deeper causing him to close his eyes.

  "Good morning," I say, pulling back and licking down his shaft until I reach the base of him.

  I cover every inch of him with my tongue, and I watch his breath start to come faster. Finally, I make it back to the tip, and he groans when I sink down onto him again. Adam reaches out, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding on, guiding me with angle and thrust. He moves me faster, deeper, gripping my hair with both hands now.

  Yes. I close my eyes and let him lead. He groans when I take him to the back of my mouth, the tip of him slipping into my throat. I pull back for a second, gasping for air. But only for a second, because I dive down onto him again, and I want him to come as hard as he made me come last night.

  He works me on his cock in smooth strokes, up and down, and I like the feel of him between his lips. I suck hard on him, using my tongue whenever I can. But I let him lead, his entire body taut as he fucks my mouth.

  "Ollie," Adam says, a second before he plunges deeper than he's gone before. His cock jerks, and I'm flooded with his salty cum and I swallow as quickly as I can. He's filling my mouth, and I do my best to catch it all. He's still thrusting in, one long moan coming from his mouth, and then he lets me go, spent.

  I finish swallowing, licking his cock clean while he watches. The way he's looking at me right now, like I'm something to eat, is something I'll never forget.

  "Holy shit, Ollie," he says, still catching his breath. "Good morning."

  "I'm hungry," I say. "Want some breakfast?"

  "Sure."

  I hop out of the bed, practically running out of the room because I just had Adam's cock in my mouth and I both love that and am somehow embarrassed by it. Eggs. I can make eggs. I put the frying pan on the stove and crack some eggs into it, and dig around in my fridge for some sprinkled cheese. I throw some of that in the pan, too.

  Adam appears in the doorway to the kitchen, still completely naked, and I'm distracted by the sight of his body in the daylight. God, he's gorgeous.

  "If you're going to cook naked on a regular basis, I may have to stay over more often."

  I blush. "I'd be okay with that."

  "But right now," he says, crossing the kitchen to me and pressing me against the wall, "you ran away from bed before I had the chance to properly say good morning."

  "You said you were hungry."

  "I am, but I was about to say that it could wait."

  He's so close it's overwhelming, and the fact that he's touching me, running his hands down my arms and his chest pressed against mine has me panting with need. "Wait for what?"

  A hand slides down my stomach, farther, until his fingers reach my pussy and he slips one inside. "For me to see how wet you are and decide what I'm going to do about it."

  The sound that comes from me can only be described as a whimper.

  "What should I do about it?" he asks, but he's not asking me, just musing out loud. "I could use my fingers on you until you're shaking and my hand is covered in you. I could put you up on this countertop and fuck you until you scream my name again. I could take you against this wall right now." His fingers are still moving inside me, and I close my eyes, waiting to see what he'll do. "It's a pity I didn't come prepared," he said.

  "Prepared?"

  He adds a second finger and I gasp. "I didn't bring any more condoms. Don't worry, I won't make that mistake again." A third finger, and at this angle it's a stretch. "I plan on taking you against a wall very soon, Ollie. And on this countertop. And in your shower. And in my shower. Every place you can think of, I'm going to fuck you."

  "Yes," I breathe. Adam's fingers are moving in and out of me steadily, stroking across my G-spot and deeper. He knows just what he's doing to make me shudder in pleasure. His thumb brushes my clit and I moan into his shoulder. I'm on my tip-toes and holding him is the only thing that's keeping me on my feet. My legs are shaking and weak but I don't want him to stop, please don't stop please—

  I look at Adam, and he looks at me, and he doesn't hesitate as he slips the last finger inside me. My eyes flutter closed again and oh god the only thing I can do is feel right now. I'm stuffed full, fuller than with his cock, and he's stretching me, fucking me with his hand and teasing my clit and I think my heart's going to explode it's pounding so hard.

  I'm straining, trying to hold myself back from the edge because I want to make it last. Adam's other hand reaches into my hair, pulling my head back so he can see my face. "Let go, Ollie."

  I shake my head, it feels too good. I need to hold on. It can't get any better than this.

  He presses down on my clit with his thumb, hard. "Come."

  I do, pleasure bursting outward like a whirlwind through my body. I was wrong, this is so much better. "Oh god, yes!" I keep saying it, and he keeps me fucking me, and the orgasm never seems to end. It’s dripping down my legs and onto his fingers and I'm shaking and the pleasure is sweet and sharp and it crashes over me in a final wave before disappearing and leaving me gasping.

  I lean back against the wall, panting, and watch as Adam lifts his fingers to his hand, licking them clean. "Morning," he says with a grin.

  I grin back at him. Because this is strange and weird and amazing and I didn't think that I could be this happy. And I never thought I would be this happy because of Adam.

  Suddenly the burning smell reaches my nose. "Shit." I spring around Adam and shut off the burner under the eggs, but they're already smoking. I grab a dishtowel and wave it frantically at the smoke detector. Thankfully it doesn't go off. My smoke detector is a real bitch and once it starts going off it really doesn't like to stop.

  "Well, I guess that's that for that breakfast." I glance at Adam and smile, "Definitely worth it though."

  "Good." he pulls me in for a kiss. "Whatever will we do now?"

  "The bodega down the street has really good food. I'll run out and get us some coffee and donuts and maybe something not entirely sugar."

  "Works for me," he says.

  "Good." I r
un to my room and throw on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt and throw my hair into a bun so it looks less like I had wild sex all night.

  Adam is by the door as I leave. "Now that I know what's under there I won't be able to get it out of my head."

  "I could say the same," I say, glancing down at his cock, which is hardening in front of me, "but I don't have to imagine right now."

  He chuckles. "Hurry back so I can ruin the second breakfast too."

  "I will," I say, grabbing my key.

  There's a box outside the foyer door, and I see that it's my clothes and wallet from Bergdorf’s. Perfect. The bodega knows me and would have gladly added the food to my tab, but now I don't have to do that. I leave my clothes in the box and head down to the end of the block to Marsha's. It’s really the hub of our little neighborhood, and everyone knows everyone.

  I order a couple of coffees and doughnuts and one of their giant sausage egg and cheese bagel sandwiches. They're so large that I never manage to finish them on my own, so I figure we can split it, or Adam can eat the whole thing.

  It doesn't take long for them to make up my order, just a few minutes, so I text Lorraine.

  How did things go with Joey?

  An almost immediate response.

  He's a good time, but not exactly mind blowing. But who knows, maybe I can whip him into shape. :)

  And immediately:

  But don't try to hide from me, you and Adam are the real story here! How did THAT go?

  I laugh to myself. She's nosy, but I love her.

  I'm at Marsha's right now getting breakfast for us.

  HE'S STILL THERE OLLIE? OH MY GOD!!!

  I'll tell you about it later.

  Yes, you will. You will tell me every little gory detail until I'm begging you to stop.

  Fat chance of that, but I'm not going to argue that point yet.

  Lol. I'll call you in a bit. Not sure what the plan for today is.

  They call my name, and I grab the bag with my food and the little cardboard tray that has the drinks and head back to my apartment. I manage to grab the box from the foyer with my clothes in it too.

  "Okay," I say, walking into the apartment. "I didn't know what kind of doughnuts you like, so I got a bunch, plus they have a breakfast sandwich that's truly an impressive size, if you feel like that."

  No response.

  "Adam?"

  I set the food on the countertop in the kitchen, and walk through my apartment. He's not in the bathroom, and by the time I reach the bedroom I have a pit in the bottom of my stomach. His clothes are gone from where they were lying on my floor. Well, shit. How did I not see that coming?

  When I get back to the kitchen, I see a piece of paper that I missed, and I feel like a bucket of icy relief has been dumped on my head. At least he didn't take off without leaving a note. The handwriting on the note is much neater than I would expect for a doctor, which is good. I've never understood why it's not mandatory for people prescribing medication to have absolutely perfect handwriting.

  Ollie,

  I am so sorry. I forgot that I had lunch with my father today. It's been scheduled for a while—not something I'd really like to be doing—and he's not the kind of person who takes well on being cancelled on. I didn't have your number, but I'd like to come back tonight if that's okay? Let me know,

  Adam.

  There's a phone number listed there. Okay, that's good. I pull up Lorraine's contact and press call.

  "Hello?"

  "Hey," I say through a bite of doughnut. "Are you home yet?"

  "Almost," she says, yawning. "Why?"

  "Adam had to go so I have extra coffee and doughnuts."

  "I'll be there in five minutes."

  True to her word, my doorbell rings barely five minutes later, and I buzz her up, mentally preparing for the onslaught of questions.

  I have the cup of coffee ready to hand her when she walks through the door, and she takes it with a groan. "Oh, thank blessed Jesus. This is needed." She drops her purse on the floor and fishes a doughnut out of the bag and takes a bite, and then, "Okay, spill."

  "What do you want to know?"

  "Everything. But why did he have to go?"

  I wince. "Well, he wasn't here when I got back with breakfast."

  Lor almost chokes on her doughnut. "WHAT? I'm going to kill him."

  "No, you're not," I say. "He left this."

  I hand her the note, she reads it and then rolls her eyes. "That's such bullshit. If he didn't want to stay he could have just said so."

  "If he wanted to just disappear then why did he leave his number and say that he wanted to come back?"

  "Okay, fine." She makes a face. "But still, not exactly the start you're hoping for."

  "I'm going to text him after you leave and see what he has to say. But pending that, given last night, I'm willing to overlook it."

  "Oh my god tell me everything."

  I do...kind of. I give her the condensed version, and when I finish with what happened in the kitchen she whines. "Please, Ollie, you have to give me more details than that."

  "What kind of details are you looking for?" I laugh.

  "Details!" she says, biting into another doughnut. "How big is he? How many times did you orgasm? That kind of thing."

  I shake my head. "Boundaries, Lor."

  "Nooo. Please. I'll tell you about Joey. He has a much bigger dick than he did in high school, but all the same moves. But I think with practice he could be really good."

  I clap my hands over my ears, "Oh my god, Lor, I don't want to know about Joey Lancaster's dick."

  "You really do," she says with a pointed smile.

  Two can play that game. "Trust me, I'm good."

  "God, you're such a tease."

  "Bitch," I laugh, "I bought you doughnuts."

  She takes another bite. "No, you bought these for your lover. These are second hand doughnuts. I know my true place in your heart."

  "You know I'm not good at this, Lor. The whole details thing. I get all flustered, and then there's the fact that I'm not sure where this is going or how long it's going to last. I don't want to kiss and tell just yet."

  Lor groans. "Ugh, I hate it when you make sense."

  "I will say, it was easily the best I've ever had."

  "Damn." She raises her eyebrows. "Go Adam."

  We toast with our paper coffee cups. I shift gears as I remember parts of last night. "How should I get the dress back?"

  "Is it still in one piece?"

  I laugh. "Stop. Of course."

  "Bring it by anytime, we'll see what condition it's in."

  "Okay."

  Lor sighs. "I've gotta go. I need a nap and a shower before I have to wait on Mrs. Diamond.”

  Mrs. Diamond is one of her most particular regulars, but she can't tell me who it actually is, so we use the nickname. "Good luck with that," I say.

  "I'm going to need it."

  As soon as she's gone I grab Adams note and add him as a contact in my phone and type out a new message.

  You know, you scared me.

  I don't have to wait long for his response.

  I know it looks bad. I swear that it's not what it looks like. As soon as I can make it back to your apartment, I'll be there.

  Okay.

  I promise. I'll even bring you a gift.

  I'm intrigued.

  What kind of gift?

  A surprise.

  I find myself biting my lip.

  Surprises, in general, make me nervous.

  It'll be a good surprise. I have to go, almost to the restaurant.

  See you later.

  Well, now that I have a better part of the afternoon alone, I need to make sure that the apartment is actually clean by the time he gets here. I'm not going to let him think I'm a slob. Time for music and cleaning supplies. Though cleaning my room and the kitchen are going to make me think of last night and this morning. God, I could get lost in those memories. It's going to be a long after
noon.

  13

  Adam

  This restaurant is the last place I want to be right now. I checked my phone after Ollie went to get us breakfast and found multiple furious texts from my father about me not being at the brunch we had planned. I had completely forgotten—probably because I didn’t want to go in the first place.

  The last thing I wanted to do was leave Ollie like that. Not exactly a stellar start when I told her that I wanted to spend the day with her. I do, as much as I can. I just have to get this over with.

  I stopped quickly at home to change so I’m not in my tux from last night. That would bring more questions than I’m comfortable with from this particular group of people.

  I walk into the restaurant and wave off the hostess. I know where I’m going. They always sit at the same table. They’re already well into their meal when I walk up.

  My father, my boss Dr. Pratt, and Sasha. She’s the last person that I want to see. Frankly, I’m lucky that she didn’t see me with Ollie last night.

  I pull out my chair and sit down. “Sweetheart!” Sasha says. “You’re so late, what happened?” She kisses my cheek and I stifle a cringe. I want to wipe her kiss off like I’m a kid.

  Sasha is Dr. Pratt’s daughter, and I thought it would be a good idea for Sasha and me to see each other so that he would like me. I was younger then and I wanted to be successful, and Sasha agreed because dating a doctor looks good. It’s the worst decision I’ve ever made, and a complete sham. I’ve never slept with Sasha. I’ve never kissed her. I don’t want to do any of those things and never will. Over time it got complicated because Dr. Pratt does like me, and I didn’t want that to change because I wasn’t dating his daughter anymore. But now, it has to end. I’m not going to give up a chance at something real with Olivia for a fake relationship with Sasha. Sasha who almost ruined Ollie’s life. If I’d known that anything would ever happen between Ollie and me, I would have broken this off years ago.

  Dr. Pratt chuckles, and I realize that I haven’t answered Sasha’s question. “Party a little too hard with the old gang last night, Adam?”

  “You could say that, yeah.” I clear my throat. “Sorry to be late.”