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Adi’s grip tightened on her wrists as he pulled them above her head, pressing her against the cool metal of the car door. His body caged her in, heat radiating from him, the scent of his cologne mixed with something darker—something unmistakably male.
Tara’s breath came in shallow gasps, her lips parted as she met his gaze. His eyes, hooded and intense, traced over her face before dropping lower, taking in the rise and fall of her chest.
“Still want to push me, sweetheart?” His voice was a taunt, low and rough.
Tara tilted her chin up, a slow smirk playing on her lips. “Always.”
Adi’s responding growl vibrated against her skin. His hand released her wrists only to trail down her body, slow and deliberate, fingers barely brushing the fabric of her dress, feeling her curves, his thumbs circling around her hard nipples. The teasing was excruciating.
Tara shifted, pressing her body against him, seeking more.
Adi grabbed her jaw, tilting her face up. “You don’t get to decide when, baby,” he murmured, his thumb dragging over her lower lip. “I do.”
The dominance in his voice sent a shiver straight through her.
Before she could retort, he spun her around, pressing her hands flat against the car. His body followed, the hard planes of his chest flush against her back.
Tara bit her lip as his hands traced down her sides, gathering the fabric of her dress and pushing it higher, exposing her thighs.
"Adi—"
"Shh." His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear. "I’m going to take my time with you, Tara. Make you beg for it."
A delicious mix of frustration and desire coiled in her stomach. She wanted him now, rough and fast, but she could already tell he had other plans.
His fingers skimmed up the inside of her thigh, groping her ass, stopping just short touching her pussy.
She whimpered, pushing back against him.
Adi chuckled darkly. "So needy already."
Tara turned her head slightly, her voice breathy. "Stop playing and do something."
His fingers tightened on her hips. "Careful what you wish for, sweetheart."
And then, just as her patience was about to snap, he stepped back.
Tara turned, dazed. "What the hell?"
Adi smirked. "Get inside."
Her pulse pounded as she followed him to the elevator, the air thick with tension.
The ride up was torturous.
Adi leaned against the wall, watching her with a knowing smirk as her chest rose and fell with anticipation. He didn’t touch her, didn’t move toward her—just watched.
The doors slid open, and the moment they stepped inside his apartment, he was on her.
Tara barely had time to react before he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His lips crashed into hers, all the pent-up tension exploding between them. He slid her dress straps off her shoulders, quickly revealing her beautiful breasts. He loved how they fit into his palm as he squeezed them one after another.
Adi carried her straight to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. She barely had time to catch her breath before he was pinning her wrists above her head again, his body hovering over hers.
"Now," he murmured, his eyes dark with promise, "let's see just how much you can take."
Adi’s grip tightened on her wrists as he pulled them above her head, pressing her against the cool metal of the car door. His body caged her in, heat radiating from him, the scent of his cologne mixed with something darker—something unmistakably male.
Tara’s breath came in shallow gasps, her lips parted as she met his gaze. His eyes, hooded and intense, traced over her face before dropping lower, taking in the rise and fall of her chest.
“Still want to push me, sweetheart?” His voice was a taunt, low and rough.
Tara tilted her chin up, a slow smirk playing on her lips. “Always.”
Adi’s responding growl vibrated against her skin. His hand released her wrists only to trail down her body, slow and deliberate, fingers barely brushing the fabric of her dress, feeling her curves, his thumbs circling around her hard nipples. The teasing was excruciating.
Tara shifted, pressing her body against him, seeking more.
Adi grabbed her jaw, tilting her face up. “You don’t get to decide when, baby,” he murmured, his thumb dragging over her lower lip. “I do.”
The dominance in his voice sent a shiver straight through her.
Before she could retort, he spun her around, pressing her hands flat against the car. His body followed, the hard planes of his chest flush against her back.
Tara bit her lip as his hands traced down her sides, gathering the fabric of her dress and pushing it higher, exposing her thighs.
"Adi—"
"Shh." His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear. "I’m going to take my time with you, Tara. Make you beg for it."
A delicious mix of frustration and desire coiled in her stomach. She wanted him now, rough and fast, but she could already tell he had other plans.
His fingers skimmed up the inside of her thigh, groping her ass, stopping just short touching her pussy.
She whimpered, pushing back against him.
Adi chuckled darkly. "So needy already."
Tara turned her head slightly, her voice breathy. "Stop playing and do something."
His fingers tightened on her hips. "Careful what you wish for, sweetheart."
And then, just as her patience was about to snap, he stepped back.
Tara turned, dazed. "What the hell?"
Adi smirked. "Get inside."
Her pulse pounded as she followed him to the elevator, the air thick with tension.
The ride up was torturous.
Adi leaned against the wall, watching her with a knowing smirk as her chest rose and fell with anticipation. He didn’t touch her, didn’t move toward her—just watched.
The doors slid open, and the moment they stepped inside his apartment, he was on her.
Tara barely had time to react before he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His lips crashed into hers, all the pent-up tension exploding between them. He slid her dress straps off her shoulders, quickly revealing her beautiful breasts. He loved how they fit into his palm as he squeezed them one after another.
Adi carried her straight to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. She barely had time to catch her breath before he was pinning her wrists above her head again, his body hovering over hers.
"Now," he murmured, his eyes dark with promise, "let's see just how much you can take."
