“Oh, I’m more than ready, Nicolette. I’ve been thinking about nothing else for the last two hours,” Adam spoke as Michael turned the television off. “I think what you need, my dear, sweet girl…”

He paused as he stood up, in a pair of low-slung black pajama bottoms now, to walk towards me. He had this look on his face, like something I imagine wild tigers would wear as they stalked their prey. I stared at him, the deer caught in the headlights, only the headlights on this tiger were dark gray eyes.

He stalked up to me until I had to look up at him, my eyes full of...