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I blink at him, not sure what to say or what to do with myself as the awkwardness around me spreads.
My family likes taking jabs at each other, feeling out the weaknesses with the exception of my mom. If anyone takes a jab at her, my dad, mom, and even my grandfather get involved.
By the time dinner is halfway through, I’m drowning in unspoken words. Every time I defend myself nicely, though, Adrian’s hand moves further up my thigh. It’s all the incentive I need. And it surprises me that they haven’t even asked Adrian what he does for a living. They truly don’t care.
When dessert is served and Mark serves my sister, my mother sighs. “We need to find you someone like that, Emily.”
Oh, there it is.
“Someone you can grow with, is ageappropriate, and can really provide for you. No offense, Artie.”
“Adrian,” Adrian corrects evenly.
I put my hand on his. “Adrian’s wonderful, Mom. I don’t need a man to support me any more than Sarah does. Even though hecan, the fact that he makes me happy is more than enough.” The words flow so easily, perhaps a little too easily.
“For now,” my mother agrees. “Once you get out of college, you’ll realize that love and happiness aren’t enough.”
I bite my tongue to stay quiet, then bite it harder when Adrian’s hand brushes my pussy.
My parents’ focus goes back to my sister and Mark, asking about their vows, and Adrian’s fingers tease lower and thrust inside me. I quickly take a bite from my desert to muffle my moan, pretending to listen as my mom asks my sister how she’s going to handle the next few days.
Another thrust, nudging against that sweet spot inside me. My thighs clench around his wrist, but he doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to.
He leans closer, his lips trailing over my ear as he whispers, “Good little Kitten.” His touch leaves, and he dips his fingers into whipped cream and sucks them clean while watching me.
“It was a really long drive, and I’m feeling tired,” I say to the table, unable to let my gaze wander away from Adrian’s.
“Of course. Go get some sleep. We’ll see you tomorrow. Sarah still needs some origami done,” my mother dismisses with a wave of her hand.
Adrian walks with me slowly, not rushing a thing until we get to the elevator. He presses the button and undoes the top two buttons on his shirt and clears his throat. “My tattoos don’t have meanings. I see something I like, and I get it.” He stares at me, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“After the first three, I realized that tattoos with meanings are great, but I like decorating my body however I want.”
“That’s…” I clear my throat, not daring to let his words get to me. “Good?” I ask, confused.
He gives me a devilish smirk. “Are you drunk, Emily?”
“No?”
He tugs me closer. “Sober?”
“More sober than I thought possible with my family.” I run my hands over his arms. “Are you going to show me your tattoos?”
“I’m making sure you’re going to remember them instead of just thinking about all the ways Ihaveandcanfuck you,” he growls, and before I can stutter out a reply, he pulls me to the elevator. “Don’t pretend that’s not what you do during class. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Well, the lecture hall just has so many options and I remember us against a wall and how you use your mouth and—”
“You don’t have to remember,” he says. “You were a good girl, and that means we’re going to thoroughly enjoy tonight.”
“We are?”
“You’re not going to be able to go to origami. Your ass is going to be red and you’re going to be exhausted,” Adrian promises as the elevator opens on our floor.
His strides are with purpose and his grip doesn’t loosen. The second we get in the room, he gives the tie around my neck a tug, dropping my dress around my ankles so I’m entirely naked and on display.
He groans and motions to his shirt. “Strip me.”
I obey without question, undoing the buttons on his shirt until I stand on my toes to rip it off him.
