Page 110 of Company Ink

Adrian smirks. "Yeah?" he breathes in my ear. "What're you in the mood for?"

I bite my lip, bringing my mouth up to his. "Something Spanish."

"Looks like I won the bet," he says, his eyes hooded and knowing. "My apartment is just down the street."

I lick my lips. "How convenient."

"Hmm," Adrian hums. "Incredibly so."

We walk, nospeedwalk, to his apartment, anticipation and months of pent-up sexual tension coursing through our veins.

Once we're in the elevator, all hell breaks loose.

He pins me to the wall, grabbing my face, dragging his hand from my jaw to my neck, to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing. I throw my head back as he nips at my skin with his teeth, moaning.How long is this fucking elevator ride?!

I run my hands through his hair, our tongues dancing, battling for reign. His kisses are calculated, accurate, driven, he knows exactly what he's doing and I'm melting, a puddle. The doors open and we tumble into his hallway, latching onto every limb, every exposed bit of flesh, ravenous, hungry,erotic.

"I love your apartment," I mumble jokingly, as we crash through his living room, my eyes closed. "Who's your decorator?"

Adrian bites my lip, a metallic taste lingers in my mouth, his strong hand moving up and down my back. "Not now," he rasps, his tongue wet against my ear as we stumble into the bedroom.

I tug on his jacket, pulling it off his shoulders, my mouth not leaving his. I fumble around with his tie, the buttons, so much fabric. Too much fabric. "Help me," I whisper. How many fucking layers is he wearing?

Adrian's laugh fills my lungs, sugary, and sweet. "Someone's impatient," he grumbles, undoing his shirt. I run my hands over his bare chest as he reaches for my zipper, his hand fluttering down my back. My dress drops down to my ankles. I take a step backward, my calves bumping the side of the bed. Adrian pushes me down, climbing on top of me, his mouth leaving wet trails down my stomach, my chest, his fingers grazing the fabric covering my breasts, pinching my nipples.

"Oh, God," I moan, pulling his hair, causing Adrian to tighten his grip. "Adrian—" I breathe, panting as he shakes his pants off, only a thin piece of fabric between our sweaty bodies.

He bites my neck, his hand lifting up my thigh. "So beautiful," he whispers, dragging his hand down my stomach, my insides burning.

"Condom?" I mutter, my mind literally exploding from his touch.

Adrian's muscles tense. "Fuck!" he growls, pulling back, his pupils wide, his chest heaving.

"No..." I whine. "Seriously?" I prop myself up on my forearm, my heart racing. "You don't have a fucking condom?You?"

Unbelievable!

Adrian runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "Fuck!"

"Yeah, I'm trying to but someone—" I'm cut off by Adrian's mouth on mine, demanding, angry.

Adrian pulls away aggressively and hops off the bed. I've never seen someone put pants on that fast before. "There's a drugstore across the street, stay here!" His tone is frazzled, irritated. Same.

I narrow my eyes at the bulge in the front of his pants, trying not to laugh. "Maybe put on a long coat," I joke, but Adrian does not find it funny.

"Five minutes!" he says and disappears.

I shake my head, trying to find my purse. I'm half-naked, in a man's bed, not having sex. Great. Fantastic.Peachy. I find my phone and pull up Instagram to pass the time. What kind of man doesn't have condoms? I'm at a loss.Ihave condoms.Everyonehas condoms. Except for Adrian, I guess.

I pull his blanket up to my chest. Without his body heat, it's kind of chilly in this room. After the third ad for FabFitFun on my stories, I hear a vibrating sound coming from the side table, followed by a long chirping ring. I crane my neck towards the noise. God, that's fucking loud.What is that?I turn on the lamp. Oh, his work phone. I press the side button to stop the ringing and go back to scrolling.

It rings again. Oh my God. I mute it.

And again. Seriously? Who the hell makes calls at 11 pm? Do lawyers never sleep?

I check the caller ID. Huh. What's +39? That seems international. I mute it again. Maybe it's his parents.

When it rings the fourth time, I just about lose it.