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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: Hot Holidays
- Sprache: Englisch
Adrian made a huge mistake and is paying for it every freaking day.
He let his pride rule his mouth and now he’s in hell. He’s living with Ellie but not allowed to touch her as she prances around in yoga pants and tank tops.
He wants to bend her over the couch and…
But he can’t break his No-Touching rule. There’s no way he’s letting her know how she affects him. His only solution is to push her into breaking the rule first.
Ellie is torn. She loves living with Adrian, but this is moving too fast. They need to slow down but how can she do that with her libido in overdrive. The man walks around the apartment in a constant state of undress.
But she refuses to jump right into a new relationship again. She wants this one to last and that means slowing things down. She just hopes she doesn’t combust first.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Also By Ellis O. Day
Cupid's Misfire (Hot Holidays, #3)
CHAPTER 1: Adrian
CHAPTER 2: Ellie
CHAPTER 3: Adrian
CHAPTER 4: Adrian
CHAPTER 5: Ellie
CHAPTER 6: Adrian
CHAPTER 7: Adrian
CHAPTER 8: Ellie
CHAPTER 9: Adrian
CHAPTER 10: Ellie
CHAPTER 11: Adrian
CHAPTER 12: Ellie
CHAPTER 13: Adrian
CHAPTER 14: Ellie
CHAPTER 15: Ellie
CHAPTER 16: Adrian
CHAPTER 17: Adrian
CHAPTER 18: Ellie
CHAPTER 19: Adrian
CHAPTER 20: Ellie
CHAPTER 21: Ellie
CHAPTER 22: Ellie
CHAPTER 23: Adrian
CHAPTER 24: Ellie
CHAPTER 25: Adrian
CHAPTER 26: Ellie
CHAPTER 27: Adrian
CHAPTER 28: Ellie
CHAPTER 29: Adrian
CHAPTER 30: Ellie
CHAPTER 31: Adrian
CHAPTER 32: Ellie
CHAPTER 33: Adrian
CHAPTER 34: Ellie
CHAPTER 35: Adrian
CHAPTER 36: Ellie
CHAPTER 37: Adrian
CHAPTER 38: Adrian
CHAPTER 39: Ellie
CHAPTER 40: Adrian
CHAPTER 41: Ellie
CHAPTER 42: Adrian
CHAPTER 43: Ellie
CHAPTER 44: Adrian
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CHAPTER 1: Adrian
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Adrian helped Ellie carry her bags of clothes and other items up to his place. “We can get whatever else you want from the storage facility tomorrow.”
“Oh, no. I won’t need much. I won’t be staying long.” She stopped as soon as she entered the apartment, as if not sure where to go.
He walked around her and opened the door to the spare room, placing the bags on the floor near the door. “Not much but it’s a place to sleep.” It had a closet, a window, full-sized bed with a green comforter and a dresser. “My sisters sometimes crash here if they’re in the city. They say the bed’s comfortable.”
“I’m sure it’s great.” She dropped her bag and purse on the dresser and turned toward him. “Thank you again.”
“It’s not a problem.” He forced his eyes not to look at that bed. It was making his thoughts run in directions they shouldn’t.
He’d never fucked on that bed. He’d never fucked in a lot of places in his apartment. He needed to remedy that. It didn’t matter that he’d only recently moved here. It wasn’t right for a man not to have fucked in every room of his apartment. It brought bad luck or something.
“Don’t worry. I won’t overstay my welcome. I’ll start looking for an apartment right away.”
“Ellie, I said it wasn’t a problem and I mean it.” He was getting a little tired of her running as fast as she could in the other direction. “I never use this room or that bathroom. It’s all yours.” Shit. Now, he was thinking about the shower. She’d be wet and slippery. He’d have to hold on extra tight to keep her in place.
“Speaking of showers.”
His dick perked to attention. Maybe they should start the no sex thing tomorrow...or never. He had no idea why he’d brought that up. Oh, that’s right. His pride had been hurt. Fucking stupid pride. Now, it was his dick that hurt and that was so much worse than a ding to his feelings.
“Do you mind if I take one before I turn in for the night?”
“No, not at all. It’s your place too.” He dropped onto the couch. It was late but he wasn’t tired enough to sleep.
She went into her bedroom and a few minutes later walked into the bathroom. She came right back out. “I didn’t pack any towels. Do you have one that I can borrow?”
“Oh. Right. One minute.” He headed for his room.
He kept hand towels in there but not bath towels. An image of Ellie trying to cover her luscious body with a tiny hand towel flashed in his head. He had to stop thinking like that or he was going to walk around with a permanent hard-on for the next few days.
He grabbed three towels and went back into the living room, handing them to her. “Anything else?” Like him washing her back and other softer places.
“Nope. Thanks.” She held up a small bag. “Brought my shampoo and other stuff from home.” Her eyes dimmed on that last word and his desire shifted to concern.
“You can stay here as long as you want.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. It was soft and shy, another one for his memory book of Ellie’s awesome smiles. She turned and closed the door behind her.
He should walk away but instead he stood there imagining her pulling her shirt over her head and then removing her bra. He could see those nipples now, puckering from the chill, waiting for his mouth to warm them. Her breasts would sway gently as she shimmied out of her pants and underwear before stepping into the shower. The water would cascade over her. She’d lift her hands above her head to wash her hair. Her breasts would tip upward, nipples hardening like he was sucking on them. His hand drifted to his pants, giving his cock a squeeze and wishing it was her hand or her mouth. Fuck.
He turned and headed for his bedroom. A shower was a good idea. She’d never hear him jerking off in there.
CHAPTER 2: Ellie
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The bed was comfortable, but Ellie couldn’t sleep. Adrian was in the living room watching TV. She strained to hear what was on, anything to keep her mind from remembering that glance he’d given her when she’d come out of the bathroom. At first, she’d been sure it’d been desire in his eyes and her body had responded like Pavlov’s dog. Then he’d grumbled goodnight before turning back toward the television.
Had he been disappointed that she’d been dressed in sweats and a T-shirt? She’d even put on a running bra because she wasn’t going to walk around braless in front of him, even for the quick trip to her bedroom. Had he really meant the no sex thing? She wasn’t going to have sex with him again but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to.
It was no use. She couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t thought to grab her ereader or any of her books. All she had was her phone and she was tired of playing games and scrolling through social media. She got up and walked into the living room. Adrian was stretched out on the couch.
“Hey.” He sat up. “Is the TV too loud? I’ll turn it down.”
“No. It’s fine. I just can’t sleep.”
“Oh.” He scooted to the other side of the sofa. “You want to watch something? This is almost over. You can pick the next show.” He gave her a cocky grin that made her want to wipe it off his face with kisses. “You can even pick a romance if you want but only because it’s your first night here. After tonight, no romances.”
“Really?” She sat, squeezing as far against the other side of the couch as she could. She even put a pillow on her stomach. She needed something to hold on to, so she didn’t reach for him. “Then no sports.”
“Damn. Okay. You can watch romances.” He made a face like he’d eaten something rotten. “But no romance and no sports during shared TV time.”
“You’ll actually give up watching sports?” Even her father wouldn’t do that.
“I grew up with six sisters. I’m used to it.”
“Then you should be used to watching romances too.”
He laughed. “No, because when they came on me and my dad would leave and do something else. The girls learned, with mom’s help, not to pick romances when dad was home.”
“He wasn’t always home at night?” She wanted to know about his family. He spoke of them with such fondness and humor.
“He worked shift work, so no.”
“And when he wasn’t home, they watched romances even though they knew you didn’t like them?”
“They watched them because they knew I didn’t like them.” He chuckled. “But I got even. I’d sit in the living room, explaining how stupid the shows were. It annoyed the hell out of them.”
She laughed. “Robbie, my brother, tried the same thing but Tina and I retaliated by telling his friends how he always had to be in the room whenever we watched some sappy show.”
“You’re mean.”
She started to laugh but the humor fled when she recalled the last time, he’d said that to her. She’d had him tied to his bed.
He must’ve remembered it too because he cleared his throat and offered her the remote. “Your pick.”
“You’re letting me handle the remote?” She stared at it, flabbergasted. None of her other boyfriends had ever conceded control of the remote, even when they let her choose the show.
“You know how to use it, right?”
“Of course, I do.”
“Then, yeah.” He stood. “Want something to drink?” He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “I have beer, water and one Coke.”
“I’m trying to get sleepy, so water.”
“Beer’s a depressant.”
“Sure. I guess.” She’d already had a few at Murphy’s but it wasn’t like she was going to jump him after one more drink.
He handed her one of the two bottles he carried and dropped back onto the couch. “What are we watching?”
She scrolled through the guide. “Have you seen Mindhunter?”
“No. I’ve heard it’s good.” He glanced at her. “You like those kinds of shows?”
“I love them. Have you read John Douglas’ books?”
“Read them? I own every one of them.”
“Me too.” She smiled and their gazes met and held. Her body swayed toward his. His lips were like a magnet drawing her closer.
He blinked, clearing his throat again and turning toward the TV. “Aren’t you going to start the show?” He relaxed back against the couch, stretching out his long legs in front of him.
“Yeah. Right.” She pressed the button and leaned back into her corner. Apparently, he’d been serious about the no sex thing. She was glad. Really, she was but he didn’t have to look so comfortable about it.
CHAPTER 3: Adrian
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“You need help bringing anything up?” Adrian asked as Ellie came into the apartment.
After staying up late and watching TV together he’d heard her moving around very early the next morning. She hadn’t been loud, but he hadn’t slept well. He’d kept trying to figure out a way he could convince her to join him in his bed and save his pride. Since he’d been the dumb fuck who’d made the no sex rule, he couldn’t be the one to break it.
He’d offered to go to the storage facility with her, but she’d politely refused. He wasn’t giving up. Watching television together was a start. He’d gotten her to promise not to watch Mindhunter without him which would force them to spend some time together. Now for the next step.
“No. I only picked up a few things.” She dragged a large suitcase behind her.
“I see.” He tried not to smile but she had to have heard the humor in his voice.
“It’s not that much.”
“If you say so.” He stood and brushed her hand away. “It looks heavy, let me.”
“I can do it.”
“I know you can, but I want to help.” He lifted it. “Damn, what do you have in here bricks?”
“Books.”
“Is it filled with them?” This thing weighed a ton.
“No. I have clothes in there too.”
“My money is on more books than clothes.” He carried it to her room and stopped at the door. “May I?”
“It’s your apartment.”
“It’s your room. I was raised to never go into someone’s room without asking first.”
“That’s a good rule but go right ahead.”
“I used to think it was for my sisters’ privacy but as I got older, I realized it was more for my parents. With seven kids they had to protect their alone-time.”
“I don’t even want to think about my parents and sex. I know they had sex but—”
“Had? I’m sure they still do.” Sure? He was positive. Although he’d never seen them fuck on stage, there was no way the show they put on wasn’t followed by a private performance of cock-in-pussy. He put the suitcase down on the bed.
“Yeah, I know and I’m happy for them but...” She made a face. “I’m happier not thinking about it.”
“Okay. Then change of subject. You ready to go shopping or do you want to unpack the suit...your books first?”
“They aren’t all books and I’ll do that tonight.”
“Then let’s go get some groceries.” His parents went to all the stores together now that their kids were raised. He’d asked his mom about it once and she’d said it made them closer. They had a great relationship and he’d take all the tips he could get.
CHAPTER 4: Adrian
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Adrian followed Ellie around the grocery store as she pushed the cart. He tried not to stare at her ass but damn, he wanted to slap that thing or squeeze it. At this point, he didn’t care which, but he had to keep his hands to himself and stay focused on his long-term goal.
“Peanut butter.” He grabbed a jar from the shelf and then three jars of jelly—one strawberry, one apple and one orange.
“What are you ten?” She grinned at him. “I don’t think I’ve eaten PB&J since grade school.”
“You should try it. It’s delicious.” He wouldn’t mind putting some peanut butter and jelly on her body and licking it off. Focus, damn it. He could make her his personal PB&J later, but hopefully, not too much later.
“I’ll stick with my feta cheese, hummus and wraps.”
“I make an awesome Greek Village Salad.”
“Really? You cook?”
“Of course, I cook but there’s no cooking involved with this.” From the way she’d said that Marc must not have been much of a chef. Score one point for him. “Come on.” He walked toward the aisle with the olives and pickles. “I’ll make it for dinner Monday night.”
“Why not tonight?”
“It’s better if it sits overnight.”
“Okay. I can make a Greek salad or gyros to go with it.”
“Sounds good.” This was working. His parents were right.
“What about tonight?” He moved closer to her and lowered his voice, “Promise not to tell anyone but I make an excellent vegetarian chili.”
“Why would anyone care?”
“Vegetarian.” He gave her an exasperated look. “I’d never hear the end of it from the guys.”
She laughed. “I promise. I won’t tell a soul.”
“Then chili it is for tonight. Let’s get the stuff.”
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By the time they made it to the produce section Adrian’s cart was full of crap. He’d never known a woman to eat so much junk food. She’d grabbed potato chips, pretzels, Doritos and tortilla chips but those, according to her were for the nachos she was making later that week.
“Oh, popcorn.” Ellie grabbed a bag from the produce section. “Do you have an air popper?”
“No. I buy the microwave stuff. I didn’t even know they sold popcorn in the produce section.” He grabbed a bag of apples.
She made a face. “Microwave popcorn smells good but tastes gross. I’ll go to the storage shed and get my air popper. We can have popcorn and soda when we watch Mindhunter. Oh...” She almost jumped with excitement. “We’ll need lots of butter. I’ll go back to the dairy section and get more.” She stopped. “Is there any kind you prefer?”
“Whatever you like is fine.” Today was looking up. Apparently, they were going to watch TV together again. It may not be much, but it was a start.
CHAPTER 5: Ellie
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Ellie trudged up the stairs to the apartment. She was beat but it was her night to cook. She’d been staying with Adrian for over a week and because of him she hadn’t been sleeping well. She walked into the apartment.
“What’s for dinner?” Adrian had obviously just gotten home from work too because he was still in his dress pants and polo shirt, instead of those blue jeans that hugged his ass and were slightly faded in the front. That spot always drew her eyes, making her remember exactly what he had hidden in there.
Damn, she missed sex. It’d been ten days since she’d moved in which meant ten days since she’d had sex. She’d gone longer but it was different with Adrian walking around in a constant state of undress. The man was always changing in front of her.
He took off his shirt and tossed it in the laundry basket. “You making that stir fry again?”
“Do you have to do that here? Your room is only a few feet away.” She pretended to wipe her nose as she casually ran her hand over her mouth to make sure there was no drool dripping down her face.
“Do what?”
“Undress.”
“Why? Does it bother you?” He stared at her, but she couldn’t read his expression, probably because her eyes kept darting to his chest.
“No. Do whatever you want.” She strode to her room, closing the door behind her and leaning on it. Damn, she wanted that man, and it was driving her crazy.
“Are you making stir fry?” he yelled from the living room.
“No.” She wasn’t ever coming out of this room again.
“Why not? We have the ingredients.”
He had to stop referring to them as we because they were never going to be a couple. “I know what I have. I bought it.”
“Okay. I was just asking.”
She walked to her closet, taking deep breaths as she started to undress.
“What are you making?” His voice came from right outside the door.
She wanted to race across the room and fling the door open. Let him see her undress for once. Let him feel a tiny bit of her suffering. That was it. She removed the rest of her clothes and wrapped a towel around herself. “I’m not sure. I’m going to shower first.” She opened the door, wearing nothing but that short towel.
His eyes locked on her cleavage and then traveled slowly down her body. His face hardened and she suddenly felt much happier. It was true. Misery did love company.
“Excuse me.” She stepped past him, making sure her breast brushed his arm. She fought a grin at the slight intake of his breath. Oh, yeah, this was much, much better.
CHAPTER 6: Adrian
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Adrian pulled into the parking lot at his apartment and took a moment to prepare himself before entering hell. The first week or so of living with Ellie had been torture but nothing he couldn’t handle. Now, he walked around in a constant state of arousal and it was all her fault.
Instead of wearing big, baggy sweats and an even baggier T-shirt with her breasts strapped down so tight by some kind of running bra or torture device that they didn’t even move, she pranced around the house in yoga pants and a spaghetti string tank top. He’d go to bed every night with his dick talking to his bellybutton and a headache from his eyes bouncing back and forth between her tits and her pussy. If he looked hard enough, he was pretty sure he could make out those pussy lips. Fuck, he wanted to kiss them again.
On top of all that torture, she seemed oblivious to him. She used to be nervous when he’d stand or sit too close and every now and then, he’d catch her staring liked she wanted to tear his clothes off and devour him. He’d prayed many times that she would. He wouldn’t be breaking his rule if she made the first move. Actually, he’d be the bigger person by modifying his rule for her—in this case from no sex to sex all the fucking time.
He groaned and made his way to his apartment. He had an hour or so before she arrived. He could shower and jerk off just like every other fucking day. He opened the door and almost turned around. His nightmare had begun early.
Ellie sat on the couch in short shorts. He was pretty sure if she spread her legs, he’d be able to see the hair on her pussy. As a matter of fact, he’d see it up close because if she spread those legs, he’d be on her like a starving man.
“Hey.” She smiled up at him.
Hell was super-hot today. He was going to bust a nut looking at her mouth. “Why are you home early?”
“Oh. Ah. My boss let me leave. We finished phase one of the project way ahead of schedule.” She stood. “Are you hungry? I made dinner.”
“Yeah.” Hungry for her. “It smells great.” He headed toward his bedroom, unhooking his tie.
“Where are you going?”
“To shower.” And jerk off.
