He claimed one of my ass cheeks with his hand and cupped the back of my neck with his other before he asked, “You all right?”
With effort, I lifted my head. “I’m not sure ‘all right’ are the words I’d use, but I’m surprised I’m even capable of speech right now, so we’ll just say the answer is a resounding yes.”
He smiled.
It was not lost on me I was falling in love with this man.
But I was already in love with that smile.
The smile died as he lifted a hand to trace my hairline.
“You cried,” he said softly.
I was not about to be embarrassed by that.
“I kinda like you and that was amazing,” I replied.
“Yeah, it was,” he whispered.
I was ecstatic he agreed, then again, it seemed like he came hard too.
“You give great head, Gabriel Stark,” I announced.
He chuckled and replied, “We share that in common.”
I fought preening.
I failed.
He started laughing.
And made my day.
He quit laughing and said, “Clean you up, cupcake, quick debrief on your night, then I need you to get some shuteye.”
I kinda wanted to have a short rest period, one where we didn’t rest, as such, but felt each other up and made out during it, then went for round two, and possibly, if he was up for it, round three.
Gabriel Stark just ate me, I blew him, and he made love to me before he fucked me.
It was spectacular.
Therefore, I wasn’t all that concerned about sleep.
I could catch up on Sunday.
Sure, that was five days away.
But…
Fuck it.
“Cupcake, we both got jobs where we need to shut down to do them right,” he said like he could read my thoughts.
Ugh.
He was right.
Whatever.
