Adam's First Kiss (Adam's First Kiss Series Book 1)

By L. Loryn

Adam hates two things: being vulnerable in public and sleeping alone. He’s ready to meet the perfect man to ride all night at a local silent auction event. When this young stock market genius nearly faints in front of a painting, Mason is there to keep him on his feet and avoid public embarrassment. This momentary crisis turns into a spectacular first date.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L. Loryn
• Release date: Feb 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370793662

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Adam’s First Kiss

By Loryn

Copyright 2018 Loryn

Smashwords Edition

Part 1

Check with the doorman on your way out. He’ll give you cab fare and money for something to eat if you’re hungry. Adam folded his bare legs together, still throbbing cock peeking through his thighs, ass clenching around air as he watched his companion for the night get dressed.

Yep. You’re a good fuck, y’know. The burly man shoved his legs in his pants and tugged them up around his waist. He pulled his loose shirt over his head and then rooted around for his wallet.

I know. Thanks for confirmation. I’ll call you. Maybe. One long arm stretched to grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, deft fingers presenting a cigarette to his lips. When the man was gone, Adam collapsed back into his, now stained, 500 thread count sheets, burrowing his face in his pillows and waited. The clock ticked steadily, each movement from the second hand dissolving a small part of Adam’s hard exterior. Red and raw by the time he heard his room door open again, Adam sat up.

Mr. Adam. He was nice, you should have let him stay. A warm voice flooded into the room, growing louder as a plump woman approached his bed. She weighed down the corner and fussed with the blankets, covering the slender man’s bottom half.

It wasn’t that kind of thing, Iwana. He sighed, tucking his arms between his thighs to watch the woman move around him.

What kind of thing was it?

The usual. I needed to get fucked and he needed to put his dick in something, so it happened.

You could at least offer them breakfast, Mr. Adam.

No. I said it’s not that kind of thing. Iwana, I am going to shower. Then I want a light breakfast in the sun room as I look over the market. Then I need you to pick up my suit from the cleaners for the silent auction this evening. I will take a nap in the afternoon, but I expect my driver to be waiting on me at 6:45. The event starts at seven.

Yes, of course. I’ll make your favorite. The dark haired woman smiled at him, features softening as she looked over the man. She fought the urge to prepare a bath for him like she’d done when he was barely a foot high. She teased the blankets once more before standing to leave the room. Oh, Mr. Adam. Your mother called from Belize and left you a message saying she will be returning next week instead of next month.

Great.

"Your father