Yes. His gaze flickered to me. That is exactly what I’m saying. It was too much of a risk for my spies to follow.
Security lapses, blah blah. Not safe. Blah blah.My fiancé was a computer nerd. I’d take the risks because if I wasn’t safe sending him dirty pictures, who was safe?
His answer—predictably—was no one.He got back to the subject at hand a few hours later when I was in class.Him: How about I call you Goddess?
Him: What will you call me? I suggest Iron Man. I would answer to Iron Man.My mouth was full of tea when that text chimed on my phone, hours later, during my study time. I almost sprayed the full contents of my mouth all over my phone screen and my open textbook.
Typical Adam. He’d probably sent that in the middle of some boring think tank meeting.
Me: Dude, No way am I calling you that.Aching emptiness roared to life. She wanted him to carry through on his promise to fix that night right now. She didn’t care that they were here, on the rooftop. She needed him, wanting him so bad it—
Gabe? You up here? Devlin’s voice suddenly rang out, rippling over the rooftop.Nikki gasped as Gabe stiffened under her. For a moment, she couldn’t react, couldn’t even think, and then her brain screamed Devlin is here! And here she was, straddling Gabe with the top of her dress tugged down, exposing her breasts.
She was absolutely frozen, knowing that the curtains around the couches would only offer so much cover. Not with the soft glow of the gas fire pit.Well, Devlin was about to find out firsthand exactly what Gabe was doing up here and that involved her.