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Lute looked up as Adam came through the office door, checking the time out of the corner of her eye. Only fifteen minutes after nine - not too late for him normally, especially on a Monday.

“Morning, Sir. How was your weekend?”

“It was shit, actually. Oh, thank fuck for you, Dangertits. How’d you know I needed this today?” Adam said, grabbing the iced coffee she had left on his desk and taking a deep drink before dropping into his desk chair.

“It’s usually a good bet on a Monday. Besides, I was getting myself one anyway.”

Waiting for Adam to make his normal crack about her black coffee - the man took his with a sickeningly sweet concoction of syrups that turned her stomach just by ordering it - Lute looked up after a few moments had passed, only to see Adam frowning at his still-black computer screen. Maybe he really had had a rough weekend.

“Everything okay, Sir? Did something bad happen this weekend?”

“Yeah, actually, Ashley broke up with me.”

Lute tamped down the jealousy that automatically arose whenever Adam mentioned that brunette slore’s name. “Is that a big deal? You just told me last week you were probably going to break up with her.” And if Lute had been eagerly awaiting that day, that was no one’s business but her own.

“Normally, no, it wouldn’t be, but she was supposed to go with me to Cain’s wedding this weekend. I definitely wasn’t going to dump her until that was over.”

“Why not? Is it that big of a deal for you to go alone?”

“Honestly- naw, never mind,” Adam said, reaching out to turn his computer on.

“What?”

“Okay, fine, I wouldn’t admit this to just anyone, but you know Eve just got remarried earlier this year? It’s dumb, because it’s not like I want to get back together or anything, but I guess I just felt better about at least taking a hot date since she’s gonna be there with her rich doctor husband.”

Lute could understand that; she wasn’t above occasionally indulging in some slightly petty spite herself. And maybe, considering their shared tendencies, this was the time to make her move. At least if Adam rejected her, she could pretend she was just offering out of a desire to help him out.

“You know,” she started, making an effort to sound casual, “maybe I should go with you? We could pretend that we’ve had something going on for a while and just decided to go public with it.” Heart pounding, Lute pretended to read an email while waiting for Adam’s response.

“Oh, shit, would you really? That would be fucking great, actually.”

Forcing herself to sound casual, Lute responded, “Sure, why not? As long as you approve my time off, that is.”

Adam laughed at her little joke. “Already approved, babe. And you already know my itinerary since you booked it, go ahead and do whatever you need to do to get the tickets straightened out.”

“Of course,” Lute confirmed, letting a small smile curl her lips at the thought of two days spent with Adam out of the office.

“Again, thanks babe. I like the idea of showing up with a hot, much younger girlfriend a lot better than looking like the sad, divorced, single dad, you know?”

Unable to stop the burning in her cheeks - shit, Adam had just called her hot - Lute once again forced herself to sound lighthearted. “It’s my pleasure, Sir.”

*****

On Friday, Lute drove to meet Adam at the airport, nervous and excited to be spending the weekend with him - although that feeling was tempered slightly by the fact that she had to wait forty-five minutes until he finally showed up.

However, once they were on the plane, relaxing in their first-class seats purchased courtesy of Adam’s credit card, Lute found her irritation fading quickly. One thing that she had learned by now was that she could never stay annoyed at Adam for very long. Sipping her hot coffee, while side-eying his morning beer, she brought up the wedding they were attending.

“So, it’s kind of crazy that our old intern is marrying your son. Did Abel set them up?” she asked, managing to keep her eye from twitching at the mention of Adam’s middle son. It wasn’t entirely Abel’s fault that he had ended up being one third of the most annoying intern trio she could have ever imagined two years ago.

“Not really, I think like all the rest of us he probably never dreamed of Cain and Emily as a couple. I think they just met one night when Emily was hanging out with Abel and Peter and hit it off. Opposites attract and all that, I guess.”

Her eye did twitch at the mention of Peter’s name. Abel’s boyfriend was truly one of the most obnoxious people she’d ever had to work with - she couldn’t say she was looking forward to seeing him this weekend, but she could put up with his presence for the chance to go to this wedding with Adam.

Resolutely ignoring the fact that he had only asked her to go with him as a ruse, Lute continued her line of questioning. “And I assume Seth is traveling with Eve?” Lute had a soft spot for Adam’s younger son - he had been in their office pretty often since she had started working for Adam, being the only one of his sons that he and Eve were still sharing custody of at that time, with Cain and Abel already being in college when they met.

“Yeah, she really wanted him to go with her, but I’m sure I’ll see him a lot while we’re there.” 

“He’s a good kid.”

“Yeah, he definitely is.” Adam took a drink of his beer before changing the subject. “Listen, Tits, I want to thank you again for coming with me. Obviously, I’m excited to see my oldest get married and get some quality time with the other two, but I have to admit it’s going to be much easier to hang out with Eve and the new husband for the weekend knowing you’re there with me.”

Trying to sound casual despite the sudden pounding of her heart, Lute answered, “Of course, sir. I’m glad I could help you out.”

“Well, it’s awesome of you. I’m pretty lucky to have a friend like you.”

Lute gave him a smile in return, taking a sip of her coffee in the hope that that would disguise any disappointment she might be showing at Adam referring to her as a friend, reminding herself that maybe she would be able to change that description this weekend.

*****

Although Emily’s hometown where the wedding was being held was relatively small, the hotel that was hosting the wedding and reception was quite nice, Lute noted as they checked in - and the room she was sharing with Adam for the next two nights was, as well.

As they started unpacking, Adam must have caught her eyeing the king-sized bed. “Is sharing okay with you? I never thought about seeing if we could get a room with two beds, but we should have plenty of room, right?”

Trying to sound casual, Lute replied, “Oh, sure, it's no big deal.” Not that she needed plenty of room when Adam was involved.

“Okay, great, thanks for being so chill, Lute. Well, anyway, we should have just enough time to get cleaned up and get downstairs for the rehearsal. You want to shower first?”

*****

An hour and a half later, Lute glanced up at Adam as they rode the elevator down to the main floor, smoothing the skirt of her gray minidress out of habit. “Are you sure this dress is okay?”

“Yeah, tonight's meant to be pretty informal,” he reassured her, obviously taking the opportunity to check her out a little at her question. “And you look hot, as usual.”

Blushing, she smiled at Adam's praise as they exited the elevator and turned toward the ballroom where the wedding was to be held - only to almost be knocked off her feet as she was hit by a squealing ball of energy.

“Lute! I'm so glad to see you! When Adam texted that he was bringing you I got so excited, both that you could come and that you can finally meet Cain!”

Well, Emily was definitely no less annoying now than she had been as an intern, but since it was her wedding weekend, Lute decided to give her a pass. “Hi, Emily.”

Obviously her lukewarm greeting didn't discourage Emily at all, because she had already turned to hug Adam before turning and waving a man Lute recognized as Adam's oldest son over. After the two men exchanged greetings, Emily had just finished introducing him to Lute before another couple joined them. 

“Hi, Dad,” Abel said, eyes darting nervously to Lute. “And uh, hi, Miss Lute.”

“Hello, Abel, Peter,” she replied civilly, nodding at them both, determined to be courteous for Adam's sake. Thankfully, just then, Emily clapped her hands and declared it was almost time to start the rehearsal.

*****

The rehearsal itself was relatively brief, and since Lute had no actual part in the wedding, she took the opportunity to sit and study Adam's sons - as well as their mother. 

Eve was…quite attractive, even though Lute hated to admit it, and seemed to be having a wonderful time, beaming at her sons and future daughter-in-law as they ran through the ceremony for tomorrow.

After the rehearsal, she walked up to Adam as he stood chatting with Seth, Eve, and a tall man who Lute assumed was Eve's new husband. Sliding her arm through his, she looked up at Adam, seeing the grateful look in his eyes at her presence before she looked at his youngest son. “Hi, Seth. Good to see you again.”

“Hey, Lute,” he responded, before Adam stepped in and performed introductions between the rest of them before they went to sit down for the rehearsal dinner. 

And as they walked to take their seats next to Abel and Peter, Lute slipped her hand into Adam's, thrilling at the gentle squeeze he gave her when she did so - even if technically it was only an act on his part.

*****

After dinner, they ended up in the hotel’s lounge, settled around a table with Cain, Abel, and Peter, Emily having retired along with her older sister and friends to her room for the night. She kind of felt like she was crashing an impromptu bachelor party, but no one seemed to mind. Besides, if Abel could have his boyfriend there, there was no reason Adam couldn't have his girlfriend there as well.

Well, fake girlfriend, but that was just a minor detail.

Although as a few drinks went down and Lute found herself somehow snuggled into Adam’s side, the fake part was getting harder and harder to remember.

And when his hand came to rest at her waist, his thumb stroking her side as Lute registered just how big it was, their subterfuge practically slipped her mind altogether.

So much so that when Cain got up to get another round and Peter and Abel went to the restroom, leaving the two of them alone, Lute turned to Adam, raising her face toward him slightly as though she expected a kiss before she remembered herself.

Adam - never one to keep his hands to himself completely - must have noticed on some level, because he moved his hand from her waist to stroke her cheek with his thumb. “God, you look pretty tonight, Tits. Did I tell you that yet?”

“You did.” God, she hoped the dark room hid her blush. “But I don’t mind hearing it again. And you look really nice, too.”

Adam tapped her nose playfully before dropping his hand back to her waist. “That’s why I pay you the big bucks.” Before Lute could protest that she wasn’t merely flattering him, though, he continued, “Are you having an okay time? Sorry if it’s boring for you, again, I really owe you for this.”

She wouldn’t exactly classify being pressed into Adam’s side with his arm around her as an okay time - more like experiencing the thrill of living out one of her regular fantasies about him - but Lute managed to keep her response light. “Oh, yeah, it’s not bad at all. You know I always have a good time when we hang out, Sir.” Understatement of the year right there. “And it’s nice to meet Cain. He’s so different from Abel. I see what you mean when you’ve told me that Seth is kind of a combination of both their personalities.”

“Yeah, to be honest, I didn’t think he and Emily would last at first, considering how different they are, but they proved me wrong. Opposites attract and all that, I guess.”

“Mmm, I definitely think that’s true,” Lute replied, leaning just a little bit more into his side.

“Do you? I wouldn’t have thought you were one to get all philosophical about relationships and shit.”

“Sometimes, I guess.” Adam was right, actually. Normally she wouldn’t spend much time thinking about crap like that, but considering that that hokey saying applied very well to Adam and herself, Lute didn’t think it could hurt to endorse it.

*****

After Cain returned with the next round of drinks and Abel and Peter came back and sat down, Adam left to find the restroom next. Thanking Cain for her new drink, Lute took a sip before turning to look at Abel - who she could tell was dying to say something to her now that Adam was gone.

“So, Miss Lute-”

“Abel, please just call me Lute. I don’t know where you got the ‘miss’ from.”

“Oh, yeah, you’ve told me that before. Sorry. Anyway, I just wanted to say that- that I’m really glad you’re here with my dad.”

Okay, that was surprising. “You are?”

“Yeah. I mean, I know we haven’t gotten along, like, the greatest, but I know my dad really likes you a whole lot.”

“You do?” Lute asked, suddenly feeling her heart pounding as though it might burst out of her chest. “Has he talked to you about me?”

“No! Not really, nothing creepy or anything,” Abel replied, a nervous look crossing his face at her question. “I promise.”

Lute opened her mouth to question him further - only to have her opportunity to do so ruined when Adam reappeared at their table.

*****

Abel’s words were still turning in Lute’s mind when the door to their room clicked shut behind the two of them. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to ask Adam what his son had meant, but Adam was already messing with his phone.

“There! Alarm’s set.”

“Did you allow plenty of time? We’re supposed to be down for brunch at nine.”

“Sure, we’ll have tons of time.”

Normally Lute would have pursued the matter further, but she had other things on her mind. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to ask her question - only to be cut off by Adam before she could start.

“Well, I’m beat, Tits. Why don’t you go change and do whatever girly shit you need to do in the bathroom, and I’ll get changed out here.”

“Okay,” she said, moving to pick up the tank top and shorts she had brought to sleep in. “But I was wondering-”

“Yeah, I know what you’re gonna say,” Adam interrupted, crossing to his suitcase and pulling out a ratty Van Halen shirt. “And no, I know I’ve told you I sleep naked before, but obviously I won’t be while we’re here. T-shirt and underwear for the win, babe.”

“Oh…okay.” Should she tell him she wouldn’t mind if he did? But before she could summon the courage to do just that, Adam responded.

“Wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything, you know,” he said - and then he had the nerve to wink at her.

Embarrassed, Lute turned and walked into the bathroom without a word as Adam’s rejection washed over her. Staring at herself in the mirror for a moment, the only thing she could console herself with was the knowledge that at least she hadn’t blurted out her feelings for him before he basically told her he wasn’t attracted to her. Honestly, she should have known better, anyway - physically, the women Adam dated were all the total opposite of her. Each of them had been tall, with long hair and big tits. Lute wasn't that short - average height was probably the right descriptor - but her chin-length hair and A-cup tits weren't exactly in line with Adam's known preferences.

Not to mention they were all much closer to Adam's age than she was. God, why had she ever listened to that idiot Abel?

Grabbing her toothbrush, Lute forced herself to relax her gritted teeth, trying to banish all thoughts of Adam - and his dumbass son - from her mind. 

Which was undoubtedly going to be a hard task to accomplish, considering she had to go climb into bed with him in a matter of minutes.

*****

When Lute returned to the bedroom, the first thing she noticed was the sound of the air conditioner - and the fact that the temperature in the room had already dropped noticeably. 

And the second was that Adam was already asleep. 

Sighing, she shut off the light before sliding into the bed next to him. Could there be a more obvious signal of his lack of interest in her than this?

Unfortunately, sleep eluded her as she stared at the ceiling and listened to Adam’s light snoring, unable to ignore how cold she was even under the covers as she replayed every interaction the two of them had had that day. Finally, as she felt herself growing drowsy, she realized she had unconsciously scooted much closer to Adam - and considering the fact that the man was radiating heat, she was suddenly much warmer. Eyes drifting shut, Lute’s last thought was that she could have simply gotten out of bed and turned the air back up. But curling up against Adam was much more pleasant.

Even if she was annoyed at him, however unfairly.

*****

The first time Lute woke up in the night, it was to the sound of Adam’s moan.

And the feeling of his large hand resting on one of her tits. Tensing, Lute tried to look at Adam, but thanks to the blackout curtains that he had obviously pulled shut before going to bed, the room was too dark for her to see him. After a moment, though, she determined he was still asleep, hearing his light snoring as she also realized he had rolled onto his side facing her at some point in the night. 

Suddenly, Adam's hand flexed, and Lute became acutely aware of just how huge it was against her breast, causing her to squeeze her thighs together at the ache that flooded her pussy at the thought.

An ache that became a throb as Adam's fingers curled just under the edge of her tank top, causing Lute to hold her breath in anticipation, but that was as far as he went - much to her disappointment.

*****

The second time she woke up, it was her own moan that she heard. Blinking her eyes open, Lute froze as she realized she was partially sprawled over Adam - with one of his sizable thighs clenched between her own. 

And judging from the throbbing there that had only increased from what it had been earlier, she had the sinking feeling she might have been moving against him. Holding her breath, she tried to determine if there was any chance he was still asleep.

“Hey,” he rasped, causing Lute to squeeze her eyes shut in mortification. How could the man somehow sleep through groping her tit but not through this? 

“I, uh, sorry,” she mumbled, trying to come up with an explanation that might salvage the situation, but Adam cut her off before she could continue.

“Shit, don't apologize, that was hot as fuck. But c'mere,” he added, grabbing her by the hips and shifting her until she was fully on top of him. “I know you're not done. Go ahead and take what you need, baby.”

Lute paused, closing her eyes as Adam's endearment shot straight to her core, unable to stop herself from moving her pussy against his extremely hard - and extremely large - erection. 

“Oh yeah, shit, that's it,” he praised, digging his fingers into her hips - causing Lute to lose any inhibitions she had left. Reaching forward, she put her hands on his chest, pushing up into a sitting position, moaning at how good his dick felt against her - even through the thin barriers of her cotton shorts and his underwear.

Swirling her hips against him, Lute grabbed the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head and throwing it to the side, thrilled when Adam immediately took the hint, letting go of her hips to bring his large hands up to her breasts. Cupping them before dragging his thumbs over her nipples, he inhaled harshly before speaking again. “Fuck, wish it wasn't so dark in here, I bet you look hot as shit right now. You definitely feel fucking hot.”

Lute gasped, both at his words and at what the angle she had just shifted her hips to did to her clit. Adam must have been able to tell she was close. “Go ahead, come for me, baby,” he urged as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. 

And she did. 

*****

Collapsing forward, Lute let the aftershocks of what was definitely the best orgasm of her life run through her as her breathing gradually slowed down. Listening to Adam’s heartbeat, she nuzzled her cheek against his worn t-shirt, wishing it was his bare chest instead. When she felt slightly more calm, she lifted her head to ask him to take it off, but he spoke before she could.

“Jesus, I can’t believe how hot that was,” he said, grabbing her arms and pulling her slightly up his body before grabbing the back of her head and guiding her mouth to his. 

As Adam pulled her into a deep kiss, Lute couldn’t stop the thrill that rolled through her at the way he was handling her. Normally she preferred to be the one in charge in the bedroom, but with Adam? Yeah, she could get used to this.

When his tongue licked at her lips, she opened for him immediately, loving his strangled moan as she met his intrusion, tangling their tongues together until something seemed to snap in Adam. Without stopping their wild kiss, he rolled her over, coming down on top of her, pressing her into the mattress and leaving Lute feeling utterly dominated - in the best possible way.

Eventually, he tore his mouth from hers, only to begin pressing kisses to the side of her neck before starting a trail down her throat, pausing to nuzzle her collarbone before sliding his tongue over the slight swell of her breast, teasing her as he followed his obvious path to her nipple. Lute arched her back the best she could with him on top of her, urging him on - only to be startled as Adam’s phone alarm started ringing on the nightstand.

“Fuck!” he snarled, pulling back and fumbling around for his phone while the music grew louder, until he finally found it and shut it off, dropping it carelessly back onto the nightstand. “Goddamn phone.”

“What time is it? Maybe we still have time to…” Lute let her sentence trail off as Adam collapsed back onto the bed - wishing he was back on top of her instead.

“It's eight-thirty.”

“What? We're supposed to be downstairs in half an hour? You said you set the alarm so we'd have plenty of time.”

“Well, I lied, obviously.” Adam rolled so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed before dropping his head into his hands. “I'm going to shower quick before we go down. You'll have time to shower later while we do pictures, right?”

“Yeah, that's fine.”

“Okay.” Standing, Adam moved to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway. “And just so you know, we're not finished here.”

*****

Adam's words haunted her throughout brunch with his sons and into the afternoon as she got ready for the ceremony after Adam had changed into his suit and left to take wedding pictures - again with no time to spare for a conversation between them about what had happened that morning. She thought his meaning was pretty straightforward, but having too much time to think about things was messing with her mind. Hopefully he hadn't meant they needed to have a conversation about why hooking up was a bad idea or something else that would be equally embarrassing.

After she had showered and shaved, Lute dried her hair and put on her makeup. Checking the time, she saw that she only had a few minutes before she was supposed to meet Adam in the lobby. Taking a deep breath, she donned the black dress she had brought for the ceremony before pulling on her matching stilettos. Before she went down, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror, hoping that Adam was going to like her outfit. The dress was short - perfect for showing off her toned legs - but otherwise it was pretty tame in the front, with a fairly high neckline. However, the back was a different story - or what little there was of a back, anyway.

Thankfully, when she crossed the lobby to where Adam was standing, his reaction quickly reassured her about any insecurities she might have had. “Hi,” she greeted him, noticing the way his eyes were moving over her dress. “How did pictures go?”

“Fine. Not too awkward, anyway, considering we had to take family pictures and all that shit. You look fantastic, by the way.”

“Thanks.” God, was she blushing?

Adam looked like he wanted to say more, but just then Seth walked up to them. “Hey, I’m supposed to tell you that it’s time to go in for the wedding.”

*****

The wedding itself was fairly short. Lute spent most of it stealing glances at Adam, unable to miss the pride in his expression as he watched his oldest son get married. She had to admit it was appealing to see how much he cared about his family, even if he acted completely unserious most of the time. It was starting to give her ideas about things she never thought she had cared about before.

Beginning with her and Adam possibly standing up in front of a small crowd together just like this someday.

After the wedding, they went through the line to congratulate Cain and Emily, and her heart constricted further at the long embrace Adam shared with his son. Yeah, she might be in trouble here.

Unlike the actual ceremony, the reception seemed to move at a snail’s pace. As they made their way through drinks and dinner, Lute couldn’t concentrate on anything but Adam’s large presence next to her - and on how much she wanted to be alone with him.

Finally, once the cake had been cut and speeches had been made, the lights went down and the music started - and Lute and Adam were left alone at their table.

“Need another drink or anything?”

“No, I’m good,” she answered him. “Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah, I’m really happy for Cain. But I have a confession.”

“Oh, yeah?” Her heart started pounding at his words. “What’s up?”

Adam reached out, lightly ghosting a finger down her spine. “I can’t stop thinking about you in this fucking dress.”

Shit, she was blushing again. “I was hoping you’d like it.”

“Like it? You look hot as fuck, babe.”

She leaned toward him, enraptured at his praise, and Adam took the hint, pressing his lips to hers for a brief kiss before he pulled back. Moving his lips to her ear, he whispered, “And just so you know, I haven’t stopped thinking about this morning all fucking day.”

Lute turned her head slightly, catching his eye with hers. “I hope that’s a good thing? I definitely got a little…carried away.”

Letting out a sharp laugh, Adam leaned in to nuzzle against her cheek. “Are you kidding me? That was the hottest fucking thing imaginable.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. If this wasn’t my son’s wedding day, I’d have been balls deep inside you hours ago. Maybe all day long, actually.”

Lute sucked in a startled breath at his words. “Shit, okay. How much longer do we have to stay?”

Adam laughed, leaning down to steal another kiss. “A while, unfortunately. But I’ll make it worth your while later.”

Far be it from her to argue with that statement.

*****

Finally, once the reception seemed to be wrapping up, Adam leaned over to her. “Ready to get out of here?”

Heart pounding, Lute nodded, taking the hand he offered her as they said their goodbyes and made their way to the elevators, where he dropped her hand to once again trail his fingers up and down her bare back. 

Apparently he really did like the dress.

“Any second thoughts?” he asked once the elevator doors closed behind them. 

Lute shook her head, leaning in closer to him. “No. What about you?”

Adam led her out the elevator door that had just opened on their floor before he answered her. “Are you kidding, bitch? I've been waiting for this for way too fucking long already.”

Heart pounding, she looked up at Adam as he opened the door to their room. “Really?”

“Really,” he answered, turning on the light by the door and locking it behind them with a click that Lute felt deep in her core.

This was actually, finally happening.

And maybe it was the high she was feeling from Adam's confession that he'd been wanting to do this for a while, but Lute felt absolutely empowered.

Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, needing to pull him down toward her so she could kiss him - even with the added height from her shoes. Lute instantly licked at his lips, wanting more of him. 

And Adam obliged, opening his mouth to meet her tongue in a kiss that instantly turned passionate, as Lute found herself pressed into him while his hands explored her bare back again. 

Eventually, he urged her farther into the room, and Lute happily followed his lead until they were standing at the foot of the bed. Pulling back from her, Adam quickly removed his jacket and tie while stepping out of his shoes. Taking the hint, Lute reached down and pulled her heels off, tossing them away before reaching for the clasp of her dress.

“Should I?” she asked, fingers hesitating at the nape of her neck, wondering if Adam wanted to do it, but he nodded eagerly.

“Hell yes, babe, get naked for me.”

Lips curling, she undid the clasp, letting the dress fall to the floor as Adam's eyes roamed over her. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, reaching out and brushing her hip through the lacy black panties that were all she had on now. “I've been losing it all night thinking about how you couldn't have been wearing a bra with that dress - and wondering if you were wearing underwear.”

“I thought I should, since we were at your son's wedding, but if you want, I could wear this dress if we went somewhere else, and…not.”

Adam's eyes flared in the dim light seeping in from the entryway. “Now you're talking,” he said, moving his fingers until they were between her legs and letting out a sharp laugh. “Okay, shit, I see why you needed underwear tonight. This poor thing is soaked.”

Lute preened at the combination of his words and his fingers petting her through the thin material. “You do have that effect on me, Sir.”

“Do I?” Adam groaned, hooking his fingers into the sides of the panties and starting to pull them down. “I better get a look, then.”

He knelt all the way to the ground, dragging her underwear down for her to step out of before nudging her to sit on the bed. Still kneeling, he pushed her knees apart as Lute eagerly took the hint, almost drunk with the excitement of putting herself on display for him.

“Jesus,” Adam whispered, reaching out to brush his fingers lightly against her. “You're fucking gorgeous, baby. And look, you shaved this pretty little pussy just for me, didn't you?”

Lute gasped as he slipped a finger into her. “I did. I hope you like it.”

“Shit, yeah,” he answered before replacing his finger with his tongue, wriggling it into her before reaching up to lap at her clit. “And it's not even necessarily the bare cunt - I'd be into you no matter what, but the thought of you getting ready for me like this is so fucking hot I can barely stand it.”

Lute couldn't form an answer, because apparently that was enough talking for Adam for the moment, as the instant he finished speaking he buried his face between her legs, licking up the length of her slit several times before locking his lips around her clit, suckling while Lute arched her back and gasped, unconsciously tilting her hips toward him. 

Reaching down, she ran her fingers through Adam's slightly coarse hair, getting lost in how amazing his mouth felt on her. Apparently the random boasts he occasionally dropped about how good he was at sex hadn't been just idle chatter.

Just when Lute thought she might come, Adam pulled back, looking up at her. “You like this, huh, baby?” he asked, while the sight of her wetness on his lower face sent an additional jolt of desire through her, leaving her to nod helplessly as he pushed himself to his feet, stripping off the rest of his clothes while she watched eagerly.

Adam was both similar to how she'd imagined him, and somehow even hotter than that, with his broad chest covered in hair that tapered down his generous belly, and his thick thighs - also liberally dusted with hair. Not to mention his dick, which practically had her mouth watering as she eyed it. 

God, the man was hung. Her luck was just getting better and better, honestly.

Leaning down, he caught her mouth with his, pushing her back onto the bed while Lute met his kiss enthusiastically, thrilling at the taste of the evidence of what Adam had just done to her and the feel of his big body covering hers. After a minute, Adam broke their kiss, moving down so that he could nuzzle against her breasts. “Can’t believe I’ve been neglecting these so far,” he said, taking one nipple into his mouth and pulling on it gently.

Fingers in Adam’s hair again, Lute spoke without thinking. “I thought maybe you’d think they were too small.”

Adam let out a hoarse laugh while switching to her other nipple, this time giving it a sharper suck with his lips. “Too small? They’re fucking perfect, just like the rest of you, Dangertits."

Floating once again at Adam’s praise - she could really get used to this - Lute reached for him as he settled back between her thighs, loving the feel of soft skin over his rock hard erection as she stroked him. “Mmm, and speaking of perfect, Sir?”

Adam’s eyes closed as if he were in pain as he peeled her hand off of him. “Babe, you jerking me off is one of my all-time top fantasies, don’t get me wrong, but I definitely want to come inside of you this first time - and that ain’t happening if you keep that up. But we can do it later if you want.”

“Fine,” she said, sucking in a breath as Adam lined himself up at her entrance and started pushing into her. “I’m going to hold you to that, though. And probably a lot more, too.”

Groaning in obvious agreement, Adam kept going, pushing into her until the line between pleasure and pain blurred a little, despite how ready she was. Trying to relax, Lute closed her eyes - only to be startled by Adam's sudden exclamation. “Shit!”

Opening her eyes, she thought that things were already feeling a little better. “What?’’

Pushing against her a little, Adam gritted out, “I forgot to get a condom.”

Oh, shit. Lute had never forgotten about protection before, but apparently Adam was bad for her common sense. “Well, I’m on the pill, and we just had our physicals for work last month. Mine came back clean, and I haven’t fucked anyone since then.” 

Adam pulled partway out and slid back into her fully. “Now that you mention it, mine came back clean, too.”

“What about your girlfriend? I’m sure you had sex with her since then.” Lute hated the jealousy she could hear in her voice, but it was hard to control what she was saying with Adam’s huge dick distracting her.

“Well, yeah, but always with a condom. Shit, I haven’t had sex without wrapping it since Eve.”

“Really?” she asked as Adam started moving again. Apparently they were doing this already.

“Yeah, one unplanned pregnancy was plenty for me. So are we good here?”

“We’re good.” Maybe not her best decision, but the ability to think was quickly deserting her. “More than good, actually.”

“Shit, you said it, babe. You have no idea how good this feels,” he grated, leaning down to nuzzle against her neck as he increased his pace. “Might not last too long this time, sorry,” he added, reaching a hand down between them and finding her clit with one long finger.

Gasping, Lute locked her arms around him, loving how small she felt underneath him. God, Adam was good at this.

Soon, she felt tension building up as Adam continued his motions - and he must have been able to tell, too. “Are you getting close, baby?”

Beyond words, Lute managed to nod her head before he continued, “Why don’t you come for me, then?” putting her over the edge with the combination of his words and what he was doing to her, stiffening against him as she shuddered through her orgasm - only to feel Adam spurting inside her a moment later as he moaned her name against her neck.

*****

They spent the rest of the night alternating between cuddling and messing around some more - including Lute getting her promised chance to play with Adam’s cock. And although her jaw might be a little bit sore later considering his girth, she could safely say she had never enjoyed giving a blow job more than she had with him.

Apparently they had dozed off close to morning, because Lute found herself jolting awake to the sound of her phone alarm - this time set with plenty of time for them to get to the airport, since she obviously couldn’t trust Adam to be responsible.

Although, maybe if she would have left it up to him they would have missed their flight and been able to just keep fucking longer, which actually sounded a lot more fun than going home and facing reality.

Adam had obviously fallen asleep as well, judging from the dramatic groan he gave as he draped a heavy arm over her. “Do we have to get up?”

“In a minute, I guess, if we want to go home.” Hesitating for a moment, Lute forced herself to continue, “Is it going to be weird when we do?”

“Weird? Why?” Adam asked, sounding like he was still half asleep. 

“I just…I don’t know, it just might be,” Lute answered lamely, but Adam clearly picked something up from her tone.

“Well, it won’t be for me. I’m a fucking goner for you, Tits, and I have been for a while. This isn’t over, not by a long shot - unless you want it to be, and then I'll manage to fucking deal. Somehow.”

“No, I don’t want it to be over.”

“That’s my girl,” Adam praised, leaning over her for a kiss. “Want to come over when we get home? We can rest up together before we go back to work on Tuesday.”

“Yeah,” she said, loving that idea, but then Adam’s words brought up a new worry. “Hmm, though, is this going to be an issue at work? Sera might not like you dating your assistant.”

“I’m not worried. She’ll just have to get over it.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“She won’t have a choice. I’ll quit if she gives me shit, and she knows that. She’s not gonna let that happen.”

“Alright.” That was probably all true, actually. After leaning in for another kiss, Lute pulled back. “Well, should we get out of here?”

To her surprise, Adam agreed, giving her a quick peck in return before turning to roll out of bed. “Yeah, let's get going.”

Lute opened her mouth to tease him about how eager he was to get out of bed with her, but he cut her off before she could speak, continuing, “Because the sooner we get on that plane, the sooner we can get to my place and fuck again.”

Closing her mouth, Lute got out of bed as well, unable to argue with that logic.

*****

Several hours later, Adam turned his head to look down at Lute, unable to resist stroking a hand over her silvery-blond hair as she slept against his shoulder, legs curled up into her seat as she napped during their flight. Shit, she was so cute and sexy that she made his heart literally ache. And if he was honest, it made him feel pretty good that he had worn her out so thoroughly last night. Hopefully it would keep her coming back for more.

For a long while - forever even. Because now that he knew she felt the same about him, he had every intention of making this work. Truthfully, he should have asked her out a long time ago, but he had been too scared of messing up their friendship if she didn’t have feelings for him.

After all, he was a lot older than her, and his oldest kid was actually a little bit older than she was - not to mention the fact that he was her boss - but it didn’t seem like she cared about any of that shit, so he wasn’t about to.

Just then, she nuzzled her face into his arm as she slept, and Adam couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across his face as she did so. Who would have thought that they would be coming home from their trip like this, with Lute draped halfway over him as though she couldn’t get close enough.

Best fucking wedding ever, if he did say so himself.

Or at least it was, up until if or when he convinced Lute that maybe they should have one of their own.

That was going to be fucking epic.