Adam's Apple (Touch of Tantra #1) by Liv Morris

rarity for me, and my body feels rested. A nice reward and way to start the day.
    Usually my dreams turn nightmarish, keeping me from sleeping more than a few hours at night. My physician advised me to try sleeping pills. But I hated their effect on me. My whole day would feel off, like my mind was disengaged. So needless to say, after several attempts I threw the pills away. I’d rather fight sleep then feel doped up.
    But last night the usual terrors didn’t invade my sleep, and I awoke without my heart pounding. Instead, I found myself fully erect as I remembered what I had dreamt about. Kathryn’s full, red lips and long stocking-covered legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I held her sweet ass in my hands. My body pressed her against by bedroom’s window while I fucked her hard. A thorough, rapturous pounding. An infinite view of the skyline was our backdrop. Her lust-filled eyes were my focus.
    The erotic remembrance has me awakening with a smile on my face for the first time in years. I consider falling back to sleep, tempted to see if my mind will dream of her again. But instead, I tend to my erection in the shower and start my day.
    A breakfast meeting downtown for an upcoming software venture brings me into the office later than I had expected. Ms. Carter hunches over her desk shuffling through some papers as I make my way toward her. She's likely gathering the latest reports of my personal holdings. Her brows tighten together in worry. She's probably wondering if this morning's numbers are correct, and she's doing some fact checking before presenting me with the totals.
    What she's yet to realize is that my trades were off, shot to hell, actually. The loss is novel, slightly frustrating, but oddly amusing. I should call in my chief investment officer to go over the numbers, but I don't really care. The loss of a few million is insignificant compared to meeting Kathryn Delcour.
    “Good morning, Mrs. Carter.” I hurry past her desk but stop when she stands. Probably on her way to get my coffee.
    “Good morning, sir.” She lays the papers down and greets me with a weak smile. Likely wondering if she should mention the numbers in front of her. There is no sense in engaging with her on this topic.
    “No more coffee for me this morning. Had my fill at breakfast.” I say to her, speaking over my shoulder after I’ve passed by. “I’ll buzz you in a few minutes to go over my day. I’m making some changes to it.” I close my door before she responds.
    There is a scheduled meeting with Tom and Patrick at ten o’clock. During Sir Scott’s speech last night, I called the meeting together. We need to discuss Simon and all the ramifications of his leaving Kings Capital. His loss will be felt deep and wide.
    After settling at my desk, answering a few emails and reading through some reports, I push the intercom and buzz Ms. Carter.
    "In my office. Please."
    She walks in casually and takes the seat in front of my desk, hoping to look at ease, but I see the concern in her eyes. "Ready, Mr. Kingsley."
    "I suppose you've seen the numbers this morning." My words are more statement than question.
    "I was just reviewing the results of the trades. You're aware of their outcomes?" She’s wringing her hands and fishing for knowledge, not wanting to reveal the loss to me.
    "Of course. I made those pathetic trades. A rare loss for Kings Capital, and me, but we’ll recover. After my meeting today at ten with Tom and Patrick, I’m booked with conference calls. Please have a lunch brought up around twelve thirty. Pick something from my usual list of lunch choices. Most of the afternoon will be spent on a call with investors. We’re researching a possible new acquisition. Another social media start-up."
    “Yes, sir.” Mrs. Carter pounds away on her laptop as I give her instructions.
    “Remind me of tonight’s event. It’s slipped my mind.”
    She appears shocked. I never ask her to refresh my memory. My mind is usually