GirlMostLikelyTo by Barbara Elsborg Page B

never had to let
anyone else touch his toys. Ruined by parents and nannies, he’d grown up
selfishly expecting to always get his own way. Until Ally and Caspar had taught
him different.
    “Yesterday…” Tomas’ voice trailed off.
    Tomas’ seemingly unconscious action of dragging his fingers
down his cheek to rub his jaw made Adam’s stomach clench, remembering those
fingers touching him. Living next to this guy for three weeks would drive him
insane whether they had sex or not. Adam had been magnetically attracted to
Caspar, but knowing his PA didn’t swing that way had tempered his libido to a
manageable level. Tomas might have changed his mind yesterday but that kiss
that been real. Tomas had wanted him. He still wanted Tomas. He also wanted to
teach him a lesson. At the moment, that need was stronger.
    He nodded toward the washrooms and watched Tomas swallow
hard. Adam let him go in first, scanned to make sure it was empty then
bulldozed him into the end stall. He locked it and hung his computer bag on the
hook.
    “It wasn’t that—” Tomas said.
    Adam shut him up with a bruising kiss and slammed his long
body against Tomas’, pushing him against the wall as he thrust his tongue into
his mouth. This was supposed to be more about getting his own back than
pleasure, but at the taste of beer on Tomas’ lips, his fierce determination to
get even turned to slush. Shit, shit, shit.
    Tomas groaned and snaked his hands under Adam’s coat around
his back, pressing his fingers into his spine. Lust pooled in his gut and as
their hips ground together, he clung to one last thread of awareness that he
needed to listen for interruptions. He couldn’t risk anyone hearing them,
finding them, seeing them. Adult or teenager. But it was hard to think when
electricity zapped from head to toe like forked lightning, when his cock felt
swollen enough to burst, when the need to come built like a geyser inside him.
    They kissed, tongues sliding together as they ate at each
other.
    Enough , he told himself. He’d made his point. Yet he
tugged Tomas’ shirt from his pants, slid a hand over rock-hard abs up to his
nipple and twisted hard. Tomas’ knees sagged and his hands fell to settle on
Adam’s butt.
    Tongues twisted, teased and mated as hands squeezed and hips
rutted. They panted into each other’s mouths while Adam’s heart rate raced off
the scale. More , shouted his cock. But when Tomas yanked at Adam’s
zipper, he grabbed his wrists to stop him. It wouldn’t take much for Adam to
come and he wasn’t going to let that happen. He yanked Tomas’ hands over his
head, securing them against the wall in the way Tomas had held him yesterday.
    Tomas struggled, but halfheartedly. Adam wasn’t sure whether
he—they froze at the sound of a door opening and pulled back to stare into each
other’s eyes. A rasp of a zipper followed by the splash of piss hitting a
urinal. It went on and on. And on. Adam raised his eyebrows and Tomas’ mouth
quirked in a grin. They were both at the point of laughter when there was a
long sigh from the other side of the door and the sound of the zipper going
back up. The main door opened and closed again and they breathed out.
    “Didn’t wash hands,” Tomas whispered and Adam sniggered.
    He kept one hand around Tomas’ wrists and dropped the other
to the guy’s jeans to push open the button. A tug lowered the zipper and Tomas
hissed as his cock found its own way through his boxers into Adam’s hand.
    Adam’s fingers shook. “Don’t move,” he whispered.
    Tomas nodded and Adam rewarded him with a kiss, a light
brush of his lips, a slide of his tongue along the seam of a hot mouth while he
unfastened the buttons of the guy’s shirt and spread it open.
    Far enough , said his brain, but most of Adam wasn’t
listening. He dropped his head and licked the tight bud of Tomas’ nipple,
circling it, fluttering his tongue over it until the man’s breathing grew
ragged. He tugged at the waist of