Adam Sandler Fits Novels & Stories

He sighed, glancing at his ruined trousers. “Will you stop screaming already?” He bent down in front of Felix. “You're going to make me deaf’ “I'm.. s..sorry Mr Adams, I will never-” “Sorry won't get my goods back, will it?” he said, patting Felix's face. “If you don't want to lose your other hand, you'd better start talking” Mr Adams smiled. But that smile made Felix's whole body tremble in dread.

“Someone's ready for me.” His hand went downwards. “You have no idea how much I have been thinking of doing this to you.” My eyes went hungry. “Show me.” Adam flashed a wicked smile. “I'm glad you asked.” His hand moved around his shirt, taking it off as he began undressing himself. I watched each of his moves, my gaze lingering on his perfect toned abs, his huge chest, and trailed further down to his torso. His belt came off with a loud rip, and then his pants fell undone, as he pulled them off his legs, leaving just his briefs. I gazed at his body, speechless. He was huge. His dick was stretched to its limit from the thin fabric of the boxers.

Never in the public’s minds could they imagine the CEO openly being affectionate to a woman. “Sorry, but I had to say yes, Ren.” Andy put on her practiced beam on her lips, one that she used when having to act like she was happy. Meanwhile, in the Adams mansion, Edmond turned his television on. “Elysian CEO Sebastian Adams seen holding hands with actress Andrea Scout. Some people are commenting on the shiny jewelry on her hand. Are we hearing wedding bells soon?” The news anchor giddily said while pictures of the two were plastered on the screen.

He remained speechless for quiet long seconds, before he looked up and responded, “Why Brett and that girl are taking so long just for a bath?” Then he forged a cough and cleared his throat. “Shouldn’t we go and check them?” Adam asked as he purposely trying to avert the smart Chandler. At Adam’s expectation, such tricks did not work to the sneaky wolf. “Are you interested to her?” Chandler interrogated Adam. Once again, Adam tilted his head to the other side. “No. Not like that. How can I like her when we haven’t proved that she’s one of us?” Adam continued, blushing. “I just think that she is… cute.”

[Addison] Adam Wright smiles at me with his million-dollar popstar smile between the fullest, most sensual lips I’ve ever seen on a man, or anyone. He’s handsome in a pretty way, his auburn hair cut artfully and yet still professional, framing his warm amber eyes which kiss at the corners at a sharp angle to match his architectural cheekbones. Today he is wearing thin, wire-rimmed glasses which take away from his K-pop appearance, and the German that spills from his mouth reminds me he’s not only attractive, but world traveled and intelligent.

Adam grabbed the hem of his black tank top, his arm muscles tensing, and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. The fabric brushed against his skin with a faint friction sound. His toned upper body was fully exposed to the camera. Full chest muscles, sharply defined abs, and a deep V-line disappearing into his waistband. Sweat slid along the grooves of his muscles, gleaming under the lights. Every movement radiated raw, undeniable attraction. Isolde was rendered speechless. For a moment, she suspected the man in front of her was not a fitness coach at all, but a high-priced escort.

Diana The next morning, as I waited for Martin to come to pick me up, I heard a car drive into our yard. Thinking it was Martin, I opened the door and came out carrying my bowl of cereal with Walter on my tail. I stopped short when I saw my car with Adam in the driver's seat. My heart froze when he opened the door and stepped out in full slow-mo. His dirty blond hair was the first thing I saw before I allowed my eyes to travel down his athletic body. He had another one of his famous wisdom black shirts on with words on it about living life fast before death knocked. It was partly tucked into black ripped jeans. He wore a navy blue corduroy shirt over the t-shirt.

“I asked first.” “Answer me, Ms. Walker.” “Is that even an issue? It’s just hair.” Adam stood up and smoothed his suit, looking all tall and impressive. Damn, he smelled nice, and I had almost forgotten how he affected me. He was perfectly shaved, dressed in a designer cream-colored suit with an open black shirt, making him look less formal. It made me want to run my fingertips on the contours of his chest. He was too damn sexy. I immediately wanted to ask him where he had been and why he hadn’t shown up for a week, but I knew that would make me sound crazy.

The flight attendant said softly before she left. After the snack, Adam drew out his phone and frowned at the screen. I didn’t notice how gorgeous he was earlier. Dressed in a casual black coat, a white dress shirt with two opened buttons on the chest, and a black scarf that hung on his shoulders. He didn’t shave his facial hair, but it was impeccably trimmed, and he smelled marvelous. I instantly ached thinking of running my fingers along his smooth, ample chest down to his stomach. The pilot abruptly spoke his opening speech, snapping me back to reality. Until then, Adam didn’t say anything.

And so, I opened it. There he stood, Adam freaking Miller, looking dashing in a crisp white shirt and a dark brown jacket and dark blue jeans that fit him perfectly. His hair had more gel in it than usual and I could tell he had just shaved since there was no stubble in sight. The man looked as if he had just jumped out of a magazine. His brown eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away around me. His eyes slowly scanned over my body, his smile growing along with my self-confidence. One thing about Adam Miller I had already figured out, was that somehow, the man was a terrible liar, and right now, he wasn't hiding the fact that he liked what he was seeing.