Adam carried me to the bed. He laid me down and supported his weight on his forearms as he lay on top of me. "If you want me to go, I will. Just say. I'm willing to back off with sex to prove I'm not playing games with you or using you."

I gave him a puzzled look.

He smiled as he shook his head. "I don't want you to think I'm here for sex. Though the sex is great, if you want, we can talk. Lay and talk. It's your call."

What a nice thing to say. I decided to call his bluff. It would be good to give us time to clear our heads. "Okay, we won't have sex."

Adam hung his head and said, "Shit." He rolled off me, laughed, ran his hands over his face and through his hair. I propped myself on my elbow and smirked at him. Adam uncovered his face and grinned. "I walked into that, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did."

Smiling, he peered at me. "You don't want to change your mind, do you?"

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. "Uh, uh."

Adam's face lit with humour. He supported himself on his elbow then faced me. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

I twisted my mouth in thought. "Do you have brothers and sisters?"

"Yes." Adam grinned. "Three brothers and one sister."

"That many?" I stared at him in shock.

He laughed and jerked his head at me. "What about you?"

"Just one sister and one brother. Are you the oldest?"

"Second, I have an older brother. You?"

"Same," I said. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six, how old are you?"

I grinned, touched his bottom lip with my finger, rolled it down and let it plop back into place. "Twenty-two, you need to think of your own questions."

He laughed again and dragged me on top of him. "Okay. Do you like having sex with me?" I smirked and gave him a stern look.  He said, "Hey it's a question and I want an answer."

I sighed in resignation with a grin on my face. "Yes, I like having sex with you?"

Adam beamed. "When can we have sex again?"

I tried not to laugh. "These aren't the sort of questions I meant?"

He tickled me and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. I squirmed. He held me tight then took hold of my hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans. "I can't stop thinking about you in your little harem girl costume."

I laughed and yanked my hand away. "It's not a harem girl costume. It's a belly dancer costume. You should see the men go crazy when I jiggle my hips."

Adam let go of my hand, flipped me on my back and stared at me. "You told me you didn't dance."

I raised my eyebrows and decided to play him a little more. I put my hand on his face and replied, "Adam, there are things I can't tell you about myself yet, but you'll have to trust me."

His mouth formed a smile as he studied me. "So do you dance or not, wicked woman?"

I laughed and tapped the side of his face. "That's not a nice thing to call the woman you're trying to woo."

Adam hung his head. "Shit...!" He lifted his head, his eyes shining so bright with humour that I couldn't look away. "Are you going to be a problem?" He cocked one eyebrow and continued in husky tones, "I hope so. Because I like nothing better than dealing with problems that come in packages like you." His eyes trailed down my body, and then he climbed on top of me and pinned my wrists to the bed.

He blew a raspberry on my neck, I squealed and squirmed around. He murmured, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I told you on Saturday night squirming wasn't a good idea." He blew another raspberry.

I fought to breathe as I tried not to squeal and squirm. "Adam...I can't breathe!" I gasped trying not to laugh.

He rolled us over and then ran his hands down my body and onto my backside.

I placed my hands on his chest. "Okay, next question."

Adam opened my dressing gown. "Can I take this off you?"

I cocked my head. "Is that your next question?"

He pulled a face, grinned and swept it from my shoulders. "No, I'm telling you I'm going to take this off."

I laughed as I let him. "You're very demanding."

"Do you like demanding?"

"Do you?" I said raising my eyebrows.

"You need to think of your own questions," he said with a grin.

"Okay," I said. "I don't like demanding. Do you take drugs?"

"Whoa...where the hell did that come from?"

I peered at him, curious at how he was going to answer.

He said, "Yes, I take drugs."

His face didn't change as I studied it. I regretted asking the question because I didn't like the answer. Adam rolled me off him, sat and unbuttoned his shirt.

I sat stunned. "What are you doing?"

He glanced at me as he tugged his shirt off. "I'm going to show you my track marks."

Adam threw his shirt on the floor.

I couldn't believe a drug addict would have a body as toned as his. "Adam, are you serious?" I whispered.

"No." He grinned. "I wanted an excuse to take off my shirt."

I growled and shoved him. He fell on the bed. I clambered off the other side.

Adam gripped my arm. "Hey." He pulled me back on the bed, studied my angry face and said bewildered, "What...you want me to be a drug addict?"

I swallowed and folded my arms, unsure why I was angry. He ran his hand down the side of my face. "What's the matter? I was joking."

I shrugged knowing my reaction was stupid. "You had me going, that's all. It scared me."

Adam kissed the tip of my nose and ran his hand over my head. "I'm sorry. It was a stupid joke."

"I'm sorry too," I whispered. "It was a stupid question."

He smiled, drew me towards him then murmured, "Will you do me a favour?"

I shrugged. "If I can."

Adam kissed the side of my mouth and whispered in my ear, "Will you take your pants off?"

"No...!" I squealed, pushed him away then gave him a playful slap.

He grabbed me again and lay me on top of him. "Jasmine...please..."

I pinned his arms to the bed. "We are not having sex tonight. This is about getting to know each other's brain not bodies."

Adam lifted his hands against my hold. "Okay...okay...you win." He put his hands on my waist, lifted me a little and sat me on his arousal. "You do know a man's brain is in his dick, at least that's what most women tell me."

I leaned forward so my face was above his. "You won't have a dick for much longer if you keep on about it."

Adam lay me beside him. He swept his hand down my head, fiddled with my hair and looked into my eyes. "Okay back to the serious questions."

I touched his face and trailed my fingers to his neck and the snake's head on his shoulder. "Tell me about your tattoos."

Adam frowned. "There's not much to tell, they're tattoos. Don't you like tattoos?"

I traced the snake with my fingernail and then held his wrist up. "I like them. This one is the reason I first noticed you."

He smiled. "I remember."

"What do you remember?"

"I remember seeing your knickers when you sat, and then getting an erection when you studied my arm and then stared at me." He laughed. "You blushed and looked so pretty."

I placed my lips on his and ran my hand down his arm as I kissed him. I wouldn't have stopped him if he had taken my knickers off.

Adam drew away first and brushed my hair behind my ear as he held my gaze. "We should go to sleep now." I frowned at his words so he added, "We made a decision not to have sex tonight. I want to prove to you that I'm not here just for sex. If we keep kissing and touching, I'm going to have to go home because I'll find it hard to stop. I want to wake beside you so we should go to sleep."

A warm sensation flooded my chest. His words touched every part of my being. I had the sense I was floating. This didn't happen to me. No man I had known had ever slept in the same bed with me without having sex unless he was drunk.

"Okay," I whispered. "I'll turn off the lights." I got out of bed and he followed. "It's okay I can do it," I said.

He grinned. "I need a piss."

I grinned back. "So do I."

We stepped in time then both bolted for the toilet. I got to the door first. He spun me around and straddled the loo. I tried to push him away but he held me at bay with his hand. "You'll make me pee on the floor, and then you'll have to clean it up."

"What happened to ladies first?"

"What planet are you living on?" Adam laughed. "That rule went out the window when women's lib came in." He gave me a gentle shove. "I can't pee when you're watching me, turn around."

I laughed and folded my arms across my chest. "You're shitting me?"

Adam shook his head as he laughed with me. "It's hard enough trying to pee when I've got an erection. I don't need any more distractions. Go away, wench."

I jabbed him in the ribs, left the room giggling and switched on one of the bedside lamps. "Come on," I yelled. "I'm busting. What are you doing?" I couldn't help jiggling my leg while I waited.

Adam came into the room zipping his fly. He waggled his eyebrows and grinned as he said, "Masturbating."

"Ugh." I frowned. "I hope not because I have to sit on that seat."

He tapped my butt as I passed him.

Adam's jeans were on the floor beside the bed when I returned. I crawled under the covers, switched off the lamp, rearranged my pillows, and shuffled them around again.

He laughed. "Is this some kind of weird ritual you do or have you got worms?"

It's a weird ritual and every night I sacrifice a handsome young man to the pillow God so be careful," I said in a cackling voice.

He laughed again, drew me against his chest, kissed my head and put his arm over me. "Good night, Jasmine."

"Good night, Adam."

Aw... ♥♥♥

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Photo taken from TikTok - no name given - not exactly as I imagine the tattoo but the closest I could find.