Entangled ✔️

chapter 18

When our Hero and heroine finally became ONE!

**Mature Content Warning **

Ahana stared at the breathtaking city view from his balcony. Like him, his home was very masculine but comfortable too.

The soft-gray walls were punctuated by wooden bookshelves housing classic novels from Dickens to Vonnegut. She noted he had a copy of the Kama Sutra as well. Black-and-white photos of the city hung in a neat line on the long wall. A sumptuous chenille sofa stretched out in front of a plasma television.

Her favorite thing was the view though. There was a small grill on the balcony and a potted plant that had seen better days.

He came behind her and kissed her shoulder. “What are you thinking?”

“Your apartment is nice. It’s different than what I thought it would be.”

“What were you thinking?” he asked, putting his arms around her to bring her back against his chest.

“I don’t know…fuzzy handcuffs, leopard prints, posters of girls posing in their bikinis on sports cars.”

He chuckled. “Yes, that would make sense…if I were sixteen and living in the seventies.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I bet the girls like it.”
He spun her around. “A few girls have been in here, but no one has spent the night. You’re special that way.”

“Well, I’ve never invited anyone in here,” she said, gesturing to her lower half, “so you’re special too.” Adam laughed and pulled her toward him, embracing her tightly.

“Yes, I am,” he said. “Do you like the view?”

“It’s spectacular.”

“It is now that you’re here.” She yelped in surprise when he picked her up in a fireman’s carry and took her to the bedroom. He carried her with ease, striding confidently.

He put her down next to the bed, looking at her with hooded eyes. “You’re still sure?”

She nodded. “Yes, but can we add one more rule?”

“Of course. It’s an open-ended contract.”

She sighed. “We’re friends now, and I really value that. I don’t want to jeopardize it by…um, fucking it up…literally. Know what I mean?”

He chuckled. “Yes, I know exactly what you mean, and I agree we can’t fuck this up.” He pressed against her, trailing kisses down her neck. “I need to add a rule too. You know how I said you can think about Jason when you’re with me?”

“Yes, I recall that.” She was a little breathless. Adam’s heated breath against her ear made her damp.

“Please don’t. It’s majorly screwing with my head.”

She was shocked by his request, especially since the things he did to her made it very difficult to think at all. She gently pushed him away from her, blinking rapidly at him. “I’ve never done that. When I’m with you,I don’t think of anyone but you.”

A goofy grin spread on his face. “Not even Johnny Castle?”

“Nope. Do you think of Julia Roberts?”
“I only think about Ahana Singh and what I want to do with her…and to her.” He leaned in and unzipped her dress. She cursed her body for tensing, knowing he felt it. “What is it?” he asked.

“Can you turn off the lights?”

“If it makes you more comfortable, I will, but I’d rather not. Your body’s beautiful, Ahana. I want to look at it.”