Stella's POV
I stood at the entrance of the walk-in closet, my mind struggling to comprehend the sight before me. The entire left side was filled with brand new clothes—all in my size, all from top designers, with the tags still attached.
Fingering a silk dress, I wondered to myself: How did he know my size? But then again, this was Adam; of course, he could find out.
"Don't like them?"
His voice startled me, making my heart race. Damn it, how does he always manage to appear so silently?
"These are..." I gestured at the clothes, immediately wanting to kick myself for asking such an obvious question.
"For you?" His voice carried that infuriating mix of amusement and authority that always made my heart beat faster. "Unless you think I've suddenly developed an interest in women's fashion."
He walked past me towards his own wardrobe area, his proximity in the confined space making me acutely aware of his presence.
When I saw him reach for a pair of black boxer briefs, my face instantly flushed. Memories of the previous night flooded my mind, and I quickly averted my gaze.
"I had them prepared beforehand," he said nonchalantly.
The sound of water trickling from the bathroom reached my ears. I lay on the oversized bed, feeling a bit uneasy.
I had thought that Adam and I would just be a couple in name, not sharing a bed.
The sound of the bathroom door opening interrupted my thoughts. Adam emerged, wrapped in steam, wearing only those damn black boxer briefs, with water droplets still clinging to his shoulders.
My throat went dry. For someone who claimed to need a wheelchair, his physique was impossibly perfect.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" I sat up abruptly, staring at him in alarm.
"I sleep naked," he announced matter-of-factly, his expression innocently suspicious.
"Don't you dare!" My voice came out more breathless than I intended.
His smile should be illegal. "Scared, Mrs. Lancaster?"
"In your dreams." I tried to sound dismissive, but clearly failed.
"Help me out." He gestured to his damp hair with a towel. Seeing my hesitation, he added, "Or would you prefer I catch a cold?"
I rolled my eyes but knelt on the bed to help him dry his hair. His hair was softer than I had imagined, and this domestic intimacy made my chest tighten.
I couldn't resist making a face at him in the mirror—only to find him watching me through the reflection.
"Having fun?"
"I—" Before I could finish, he turned and pulled me onto his lap. The towel fell aside, and I found myself straddling him, feeling his impressive size, his skin still warm from the shower.
"Perhaps," his voice dropped to that dangerous tone that always ignited a fire in my belly, "you need a reminder of who you're dealing with?"
His lips found that sensitive spot behind my ear, and despite my efforts to resist, I melted in his arms. One hand tangled in my hair, the other slid under my nightgown, tracing patterns on my thigh that made coherent thought impossible.
"Adam..." My voice was a mix of warning and plea.
"Yes, Mrs. Lancaster?" His teeth grazed my neck, making me shiver involuntarily. "What do you want to say?"
God, he was infuriating. But as his kisses trailed downward, I found myself lost.
His hand slid over my breasts and down my belly until it brushed over my clit. Yes. Right there... Damn it. Just the brushing almost made me lose my mind. His eyes were fixed on my face. But his hand disappeared.
I closed my eyes, wanting to immediately feel him bury himself inside me, my muscles pleading within me. I felt his wet and warm tongue on one of my nipples, sliding gently, and then his fingers in a slow and torturous touch around it.
I arched my body on the bed, moaning. I felt his fingers sink into my thighs. I heard him groan, satisfied, with his mouth still on one breast. His fingers grazed my thighs, teasing me, slowly moving up to my groin.
I wanted to scream and beg, but I felt my breath escape as his fingers slid over the bundle of nerves. He was driving me crazy with that teasing.
"Damn it. You're so wet..." He whispered, studying my face.
I felt his mouth on my neck again, giving soft kisses, sliding his lips, and gently biting my ear.
His fingers parted me, and then I felt his lips brushing against my clit. A loud moan escaped me, and I tried to involuntarily close my legs, but he held them firmly. His tongue hit me for the first time, slowly. Damn it, there was no sensation in my life that could be compared to that.
I tried to control myself, but soon his tongue became insistent. I lost my mind quickly, moaning with pleasure from his hot and wet moves. His mouth was like heaven and hell at the same time.
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When I woke up, sunlight was already flooding the room, and I found myself unable to move.
At some point, Adam had wrapped himself around me like an octopus. One arm was draped under my chest, pinning my right hand, while the other was tangled in my hair, his warm chest pressed against my back.
This felt... too right. The thought scared me more than anything.
"Good morning." His voice, deep and husky from sleep, sent a shiver down my spine.
I tried to move, but he tightened his grip. "Mr. Lancaster, I need to get up."
"Do you?" His lips landed on my shoulder, slowly kissing up to my neck. "I can think of a better way to start the day."
He guided my hand downward, and suddenly getting up didn't seem so urgent. Damn morning wood, this sexy man. I never thought I'd find myself wanting to stay in bed for a man.
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By the time I finally made it to the dining room, my right hand was nearly numb, and there were a few suspicious marks on my neck that no amount of concealer could hide. My legs felt like jelly.
Joseph's knowing smile as he served the coffee made me want to crawl under the table. "Would madam prefer breakfast in bed tomorrow?"
I nearly choked on my croissant. "No, thank you."
"Of course, madam." His tone was clearly disbelieving. "Though I did notice you were using your left hand this morning..."
I focused intently on my coffee, refusing to acknowledge the heat rising to my face. Last night's "activities" had left my right hand embarrassingly weak. Damn Adam.