“You’re the same beautiful, sexy woman you’ve always been—the same beautiful, sexy woman who knows what she needs in bed and finally told someone. You gave me the keys, baby.” He kissed her once, twice and then a third time because the first two were so satisfying. “You told me what to do, and I did it. That’s all it was.”

“You say that like it was no big deal, when it was a huge deal for me.”

“It was for me, too. I love the way you feel, so hot and so sweet at the same time. You make me crazy.”

She curled her legs around his, drawing him deeper into her. “Will you do it again?”

Adam laughed, delighted by her. “As many times as you can handle.”

“I’ve got a lot of fake orgasms to make up for.”

“Good thing we’ve got all night.”

“I think we’re going to need it.”

Feeling like she’d just been admitted to a secret club where all the answers to her most vexing questions were housed, Abby gorged on him. They did it with her on top, and then he took her from behind and blew her mind all over again. She was officially addicted to sex with Adam McCarthy.

“You’re a fucking god,” she declared at four a.m. when they finally collapsed on the bed, seven orgasms later.

“Excellent swearing.” His chest heaved from the effort to draw air.

Abby should’ve been utterly exhausted, but she was exhilarated instead. She caressed his chest and belly, where his penis lay spent. “I think we broke it,” she said, studying him with puckered lips that amused him.

“You’d better think of some way to fix it if you want more.”

She had an idea of what fixing it might require, another act she’d never particularly cared for in the past. But after all he’d given her, she was willing to try for his sake.

Rising to her knees, Abby began with kisses to his belly, giving special attention to each of the well-defined muscles that rippled in response. She moved down to discover he was fully onboard with her mission. “That didn’t take much effort on my part.”

“He’s not completely convinced, so you might want to make sure he’s here to stay.”

She smiled as she took him in hand, stroking him gently, trying to learn what he liked—and what he didn’t. There seemed to be much more of the former than the latter. “I’m not very good at this.”

“You’re holding the evidence to the contrary.”

“What do you like?”

“Anything you want to do. I promise I’ll like it.”

“Anything?”

“Use your imagination.”

“How’s this?” Abby bent down to run her tongue over the tip, which drew a sharp inhale from him.

“Very good. Do it again.”