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*Present Time*
Amy was a jittery mess as she and Jay arrived at the hotel.
They'd just left the arena after a houseshow, and the redhead was trying her best to appear natural. How she managed to look totally composed was beyond her. At the arena, she had bumped into Adam in the hallway and catering room on more than one occasion. Each time, she'd tried to avert her gaze, casting her eyes down or in the opposite direction... But a few of those times, she'd slipped up, and their eyes had met.
God, she could feel the pleasant shivers chasing up and down her spine. The memory of the myriad of emotions swimming in Adam's green eyes when he'd gazed at her left her breathless. She couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't stop recalling the passion they'd shown each other nearly a week earlier. Just remembering it right now was enough to leave her weak and trembling.
"You need help?"
The redhead nearly jumped at the sound of her husband's voice. Jay had stopped in his tracks, realizing how slowly she'd been walking and sort of lagging slightly behind him. He eyed her speculatively.
Amy felt her mouth go nearly completely dry, and she willed herself to act natural. She glanced down at her wheeled suitcase and shrugged.
"I'm fine, Jay." There, her voice was perfectly even. He would never suspect a thing.
"Sure?" she short-haired blond man asked.
She nodded. Her heart was still racing, but at least she appeared normal on the exterior. She bit her lip as they continued on through the lobby.
Amy's head was down as she was so deeply lost in thought, so she was totally unaware until she suddenly heard his voice.
"Hey, man," Jay greeted. He offered his friend a smile.
"Hey, Jay, Amy." Adam's gaze traveled from his best friend to Amy, the redhead starting to raise her gaze at the sound of his voice. The meeting of their eyes was absolutely electric. It was all he could do to not make a complete fool of himself right here, and in front of Jay, no less.
Regaining his composure, he gestured to the hotel's cafe just to the side of where they were standing.
"You two care to grab a quick bite?"
Amy's eyes widened slightly, and she tried to silently plead with him behind her husband's back. However, it was no use.
"That sounds great," Jay answered. "We haven't gotten a chance to grab some dinner." He pulled his bag along, following the taller man into the restaurant. "Come on, Amy."
Reluctantly, the redhead followed. She couldn't believe this. She wondered what Adam was trying to accomplish with the three of them eating in this place together. This could only get really ugly.
A hostess seated them at a booth, and she sat inside, on the opposite side of her husband. Jay had a tendency to like to sit across from people. And, much to her combined chagrin and pleasure, Adam opted to sit beside *her* rather than his best friend.
After they ordered, the diva tried her best to stay calm and continue to act natural. However, that proved no easy feat as she suddenly felt Adam's hand brush against hers under the table as he arranged his napkin on his lap. She let out a soft sigh, hoping Jay wouldn't notice.
And shit... She guessed the tall blond man *hadn't* accidentally touched her after all - because after another few minutes, she suddenly felt his long left leg touching her right. Their thighs touched, and then Adam moved so that his leg was very subtly caressing her own.
She felt so very weak... Didn't he know what he was doing to her? And with her husband literally right in front of them?
Their food had arrived shortly, and Jay and Adam engaged in conversation. Amy tried not to pay much heed to it, instead digging into her bowl of soup. She had just tasted a few spoonfuls when she suddenly realized a large hand was on her knee.
Abruptly, she raised her head, and it was spinning as he stroked and caressed her. His hand gently traveled from her knee and up her thigh, to her *inner* thigh. His long fingers kept moving, moving until they suddenly brushed over her crotch, despite her legs being closed.
That was when she finally rose. It was so abrupt, she dropped her spoon. The sound of it clattering to the floor resounded throughout her head.
"Excuse me... I need to use the ladies room."
Adam watched as she rushed off, his gaze shifting over to Jay. His best friend was signaling to their waitress, who came over. That was his chance.
He knew it was crazy, but he acted on sheer impulse as he rose and left the table, heading directly where Amy had retreated.
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She closed her eyes tightly as she stood at the sink in the small bathroom. She ran the cold water and put her hands under the small stream, then blotted her face. And then, suddenly, she heard the slight ratting at the door. Shit, she hadn't locked it.
"There's someone in here," she called. But it didn't matter, and her hazel eyes widened in shock not two seconds later as the door opened, and Adam stepped in.
Amy's jaw dropped as the tall blond man closed and locked the door behind him. They were cramped in here, so they were very, very close.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a loud whisper. "This is the ladies room! And what was that out there?! What-" The redhead's words died as the blond man suddenly dipped his head to capture her lips.
She was too weak not to respond. Whatever tiny bit of reserve she'd been feeling all but slipped away, and she kissed him back fervently, her hands coming up to tangle in his long blond hair. A soft but muffled moan escaped her.
This was crazy... Her husband was just outside - out there at the table, *waiting* for both of them. And yet, the moment she became aware of his hardness throbbing against her, she reached down to fondle him.
He turned her around suddenly, the front of her body pressing up against the wall as his hands roamed over the sides of her body. He placed his warm lips by her ear, his breath hot, and he passionately attacked her earlobe for a moment before speaking.
"We'll have to make this quick."
He moved his hands around to the front of her body, cupping her full breasts, and she let out a moan. She felt his erection pulsating against her rear as it was suddenly freed from his pants. Oh, God... She whimpered as his hands came around even lower to undo her own pants. A part of her couldn't believe this was really happening, but by God, she wanted it. In seconds, her pants were down around her ankles.
Adam let out a soft growl as he took firm hold of her hips, moving her, readjusting her position to better suit them. Then, grasping his sensitive, throbbing member, he let out a hiss between his teeth as he thrust into her.
It was all he could do to not let out a loud moan. God, she was wet. Due to that fact, and the time factor, he made each thrust fast, faster and faster still.
Amy's body shuddered, the breath leaving her with each delicious, merciless slam of his hips. It felt so incredible... And then, more quickly than she'd ever experienced in her life, she felt the orgasm as it hit her. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. But she let out a soft moan, chasing it with an 'Oh, my God.'
The blond man knew she was there as she clenched up around him. Christ... His own orgasm was more intense than he could have ever imagined as he let go, spilling himself into her.
Afterward, they quickly dressed, and Amy was nervous as hell. One of them would have to return to the table before the other - but would Jay know? Would he guess what had happened?
"You go on first," Adam whispered. "I'll wait a few minutes."
She eyed him in silence for a beat, then nodded. Then, as she turned for the door to leave, his strong hand grabbed her back. She turned around into a kiss so deeply passionate, yet tender at the same time, nearly dying at the emotion between them.
"I love you, Amy."