Ask Adam by Jess Dee Page A

my mind. No matter how determined I am to set up this program, I will not prostitute myself for your money.”
     
    Pain shot up his neck and into his skull. She hadn’t prostituted herself. She hadn’t had the foggiest idea who he was. He knew it. “Look, can we talk, please? Contrary to what I may have implied, I actually am interested in the project. I’d like to put money toward it.”
     
    She smiled grimly and shook her head. “Thank you. Your money is no longer required. Now if you could remove your hand, I need to get down to the ground floor.”
     
    AJ nodded and pressed G . “Please,” he said as the lift began to descend, “don’t make any rash decisions. Hear me out first.” He had to sit down before his skull exploded and tiny bits of brain splattered the walls of the lift.
     
    “My decision is not rash. After careful thought, I’ve come to the conclusion that a night of shady sex would not be a solid foundation to base a children’s support group.”
     
    “Shady sex?” he roared, then regretted it instantly as pain whipped down his forehead and over his eye. “You think that’s—”
     
    The lift bumped to a stop and the doors opened. A man stepped inside.
     
    “Lift’s full,” AJ barked. “Take the next one.” He banged on the door close button, and the startled passenger jumped out backward as the doors shut again. If Lexi thought she’d get away with describing their night together as shady…
     
    “What is with you?” she snapped. “Throwing testosterone around like some kind of an animal. Are you on a mission to insult everyone you speak to today? Or is this some kind of twisted attempt to trap me in a lift alone with you? Again?”
     
    Okay, so she was as aware of the irony of their surroundings as he was. It didn’t help his head any.
     
    “Was once not enough?” she seethed. “Is this how you prove your male domination? By trapping unsuspecting women in elevators?”
     
    “Just one woman,” he corrected her. “And you knew exactly what was coming.” And damned if it wasn’t going to come again. Yeah, she may be all fired up and pissed off. She was also turned on. He’d spent enough intimate time with her to recognize the look in her eyes when she became aroused. Besides, her nipples were hard beads poking through her shirt.
     
    She glowered at him with smoky, hooded eyes.
     
    A fine trickle of perspiration ran down his spine. He had a hard-on and a killer headache, and he wasn’t sure which hurt more.
     
    She bit her lower lip.
     
    “Shit, woman,” he gasped and backed her into the wall. Before she had a chance to resist, he kissed her.
     
    There was nothing tender about his kiss. It was brutal, dragging a response from her even as she beat her fists against his arms. He didn’t want to relish the jolt of desire in his stomach, or the now familiar pull in his chest. Her resistance appealed even less. He increased the intensity of the kiss, pushing his tongue past her lips, rediscovering the velvety depth of her mouth.
     
    Although her wild flailing continued, her punches weakened until she no longer hit him at all. Instead, she grabbed at him. First his arms and then his waist, and then his hips.
     
    He didn’t want to respond to her. He didn’t want to feel anything, except maybe her naked body against his. His head throbbed. He should just have stayed the hell away from her.
     
    No, he shouldn’t have.
     
    Her hands found his ass and molded themselves to it as her mouth hungrily responded to his. This was no loving kiss. This was a fierce battle of wills. Neither of them wanted to be there, neither could stay away. Her tongue tortured his mouth with its violent counterattack. Nothing had felt as good in three long days.
     
    He wasn’t close enough. Had to get closer, had to pull her, full length, against him. She beat him to it. Grabbing his shoulders, she shimmied against the wall and, using them both for leverage, hoisted her hips up to