“Fuck, Ellie.” He thrust harder.
“Oh God!” I dug my fingers into his shoulders, the tension inside of me reaching breaking point. “Adam!” I came around him hard and he cried out my name as my climax squeezed around his driving cock, wrenching his own orgasm from him.
He slumped against me, his hands still clutching my thighs, holding me up. He panted against my neck, his lips trailing along the skin under my ear. Finally, as our breathing grew more controlled he pulled back to look me in the eyes.
“You can still surprise me,” he said, tenderness and love mixed with the satisfaction in his gaze.
I smiled slowly. “You can still surprise me, too. I thought you were over the whole possessive thing.”
The muscle in his jaw clenched. “I trust you and I’m secure in our relationship. It doesn’t mean I can sit back and watch some good-looking guy five years my junior hitting on my wife.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Was he good-looking?”
Adam stared at me a moment and then a slow smile curled his beautiful lips. “You didn’t notice he was good-looking?”
I shook my head, sliding my hands into his hair. “I’m not attracted to anyone but you.”
“Jesus, what did I do to deserve you, Els?” he sagged against me, sliding his arms around my back to hug me to him.
“You’re pretty good with the whole orgasm thing,” I teased.
He laughed, the movement causing a pleasurable friction inside of me and I gasped at the tingle of arousal it reignited.
Adam’s clasp on me tightened. “I need to get you home.”
“We have to pick up the boys,” I reminded him.
Slowly he lowered me to my feet and slipped out of me. We looked into each other’s eyes as we each fixed our clothing. When our clothing was back in place he cupped my cheek. “We’ll get the boys, put them to bed, and then you and I are finishing what we started.”
I grinned. “I like the sound of that.”
He took my hand, unlocked the bathroom door and led me out. He immediately halted and I frowned, about to ask him what was wrong. But then I looked over his shoulder.
What was wrong was that Lacey was standing in the hallway, along with Anthea and Jack, as well as a few other guests.
Anthea smirked at me and shook her head. “Are you done in there?”
I blushed, reaching up with my free hand to smooth my hair, which was now much wilder than it had been before Adam dragged me into the bathroom.
My husband looked down at me and grinned at my blush. “Public enough for you.”
I blushed harder which made him laugh harder.
“We were just leaving,” I said apologetically to Anthea, not even able to meet anyone else’s eyes.
My friend raised an eyebrow. “Oh I’ll bet.”
Adam said his goodbyes and started to lead me away.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her as we were passing.
“Don’t be.” She grinned. “You lucky cow.”
I laughed and let Adam guide me out of the flat.
He was chuckling as we walked down the stairs.
“What?”