“Stop it, Meg. You’re being silly,” he admonished. He put a finger beneath my chin and lifted my face so that I had no choice but to look at him. I both hated and loved it when he got bossy.
He hadn’t bothered to get dressed so was still in all his naked glory. It was very hard to keep my attention on the words he was saying and not on that big, beautiful cock that he wielded so expertly.
Despite the horny haze that had descended over me, I bristled at being called silly.“I’m not being silly; I’m being practical. I don’t want things to get confused.”
Adam’s eyes hardened. “When have I ever been confused about what’s going on here?”
“I don’t know; why don’t you tell me, baby,” I spat out.
Adam closed his eyes with a groan. “Are you kidding me? You’re getting your panties in a twist because I called you, baby? And you say you’re not being silly?” he scoffed incredulously.
“I just don’t want lines to be blurred—”
He kissed me to shut me up. I knew the tactic well. “There are no lines being blurred. I’m very aware of where I fit in your life and where I don’t,” he assured me. Was I imagining the sadness that crept into his tone?
“I don’t know, Adam—”
“We have a good thing going on here. I, for one, am not about to ruin that. We have sex. We enjoy having sex together. And we can keep enjoying sex together until we grow tired of each other. End of story.”
I wanted to believe him. I also really didn’t want to believe him. That was the crux of the problem.
But then he lifted me so that my legs wrapped around his waist and carried me back to his bed.“I think there’s been enough talking, don’t you?” he asked before his mouth devoured me all over again.
**
“You weren’t here when Whitney got in last night,” Mom said, looking up from the paper as I entered the kitchen late the next morning.
I had purposefully stayed away, though I’d never tell my mother that. I wasn’t too old for a good old-fashioned June Galloway scolding. “Sorry, Mom. I was working on the mural until late—”
“And then you were with Adam.” Mom gave me a shrewd look. “I figured as much when you didn’t get home until the cocks started crowing.”
My cheeks felt warm. “A few of us were hanging out. It wasn’t just Adam and me,” I lied. And lied badly.
“Mmhmm,” was all Mom said, pushing her glasses up on her nose and returning to the paper.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, blowing across the top to cool it down. I needed the caffeine desperately. Mom was right; I came home just as the sky started to lighten. Adam had tried to get me to stay the night, but I wouldn’t. Sleeping next to him would be taking things to a level I refused to go to. Adam knew that too. So when I declined the invitation, for once, he didn’t push me.
“Adam and I are only friends. Isn’t that what you wanted? For us to be friends again?” I asked, keeping my voice light.
Mom folded the paper in half and gave me a keen look. “Yes, but is that really what’s going on?”
I took a sip of coffee to delay answering her. “Of course. What else would it be?”
Mom shook her head. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can never lie to me.”
I opened my mouth to argue with her when Whitney breezed into the room, silk robe flowing behind her like Cleopatra.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice rough with tiredness. She leaned down to kiss the top of Mom’s head. Her red hair was piled up high, a few tendrils trailing over her shoulders. Even though she was most likely jet-lagged, she looked like she had just returned from a spa weekend. I never felt inadequate in the looks department; I knew I was pretty. My self-esteem had never been an issue. But Whitney was something else entirely. Her looks were old Hollywood glamorous. She was gorgeous without even trying, which was why she went through men the way some women went through underwear.
When she got her first job as a set makeup artist, I thought it was only a matter of time until she transitioned onto the big screen herself, she had the looks and charisma for it. When she started