Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“So the masked man I met at The Succubus . . . That was just part of a strategy to you? The way you’ve been acting today, you don’t even seem like the same person as the man from the club that night.”
“Nah, that’s because you’re not like you were that night either,” Adam says.
“Are you calling me fat?” I ask with a pout, pretending like I’m angry.
“Never.” Adam laughs. “I’d never call the mother of my child ‘fat.’ That’s just wrong.”
I smile as his thumb caresses the back of my hand.
“What I’m saying is,” he continues, “what we shared that night . . . That was because I asked of you, and you gave me what I wanted. You trusted me to take control.”
My face heats up.
That night . . . That night I wanted him to take control. I wanted him to dominate me. I wanted him, period.
I didn’t think I’d feel that way about him again. But right now, I don’t know . . . It doesn’t seem impossible.
He’s just spent a whole day carting William and me around town, and we didn’t even get to carve any of the pumpkins we bought, even though Adam said he was excited to do that.
Apparently, he never had a chance to really celebrate Halloween when he was a little boy, himself. Despite his polished appearance and mannerisms, there seems to be more to him than meets the eye. There’s more depth to him than I originally expected.
He’s a guy who used to go to a sex club, yes. And he left money on the nightstand after we’d had sex at the aforementioned sex club—that’s true, too.
But there’s more to him. He’s also someone with what seems to be a difficult childhood; he’s close with his mom; he doesn’t give up easily; and so far, he seems like he’d be a good dad.
The first time I met Adam, I was intrigued by how mysterious he was with his mask and his refusal to answer my questions.
Tonight, though, there’s a sense of familiarity that’s starting to brew between us, and it’s making me want the same thing I did on that first night.
“So what you’re saying . . .” My heart jumps up into my throat, making it hard for me to speak. “What you’re saying is, the only thing that’s different is how much I trust you?”
“Yeah. For some reason, you trusted a masked stranger in a sex club more than you now trust the father of your child,” Adam says in a teasing tone. “I’m just kidding. I know you have good reasons not to trust me.”
“You do?” I ask, surprised.
“Of course. You have a son to think about. You can’t just go around trusting strangers, who could potentially bring harm to William.” When Adam smiles, the skin around his eyes crinkles. “I’m actually really glad you’re less trusting now. That can only be a good thing for William.”
“Thank you,” I say softly as my heart hammers violently in my chest. It’s been so long since the last time I had any attention from a man.
“You’re a good mom, Katie,” Adam says.
“Thanks.” I smile, even though I already know that. William’s the center of my life and I’d do anything for him.
I’ve been so busy being a mom I’ve forgotten what a joy being a woman can be. But tonight, sitting here, sharing a couch with Adam as we chat, I want to remember.
I want to remember what it’s like to be a woman, and I want him to be the one to remind me.
“There’s one thing I want to know,” Adam says. “After that night, I came back often to The Succubus, sometimes even multiple nights consecutively, but I never found you. How long did you work there for?”
“Actually, I quit after my first night.”
“That explains it.”
“Yeah.”
Adam goes quiet as he studies my face. “I have to ask. Was it because of me?”
“Kind of,” I admit.
“Damn it. Was it really that bad?” Adam grimaces.
“No. It was the opposite of bad. It was so good I got scared I was going to do it again—have sex for money, I mean.”
“God. I’m so sorry,” Adam says again.
“Don’t worry about it.” I smile. “It was just another job.”
“No wonder you hate my guts.”
“I don’t,” I say quickly. I lean forward, inching closer toward him. When Adam raises a questioning eyebrow, I add, “I mean, I did. But I had the wrong idea about you. Now, I’m starting to see what it was like, for you.”
A smile slowly spreads across Adam’s gorgeous features as he reaches out to touch my face. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that.”
“It’s true. I judged you unfairly. I see that now.” I nuzzle against the warmth of his palm.
Adam stares at me with wonder in his eyes, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.