“Gabriel!” She screams, her sweet cunt squeezing me so tightly, my eyes roll back in my head. She slams down again, grinding against me, drawing out her release while I plunge over the edge with her name on my lips. Lifting my hips, I drive inside her as deep as I can, filling her with my cum, the force of it like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
She collapses on my chest, our ragged breaths the only sound in the room. Opening my eyes, I gaze down at the woman lying on top of me. Every day she lets go a little more, giving herself the freedom to live life the way she wants to. She’s beginning to take what she wants with no apologies. I’m in awe of her, and I feel the shift in my chest when she snuggles deeper, wrapping her arms around my waist.
I’m falling in love with her.
The realization should scare me, but it doesn’t. Everything about this feels right. I know it’s soon, so I’ll keep it to myself for now. “Let me feed you, angel.”
She wiggles closer, but she doesn’t respond.
“You need to eat and then we’ll call it an early night.” I had plans tonight with all the things I wanted to do to her body, but none of them would’ve topped what just happened.
She raises her head, exhaustion etched into her features. “Food, then bed.”
Chuckling, I hold her steady as she reaches for her shirt before sliding off my lap. Once I’m up, I lead her to the bedroom, grabbing the bag of food from the counter on our way. She settles on the mattress, crossing her legs with a sleepy grin. I hand her a to-go plate with a fork and a few napkins. I ordered some lasagna from an amazing Italian café in town.
“What do you want to drink, baby?”
She looks up with a sweet smile. “Sit down and get your food out. I’ll get us something.”
Shaking my head, I remove the other plate from the bag and set it on my side of the bed. “You’re not moving. What’ll it be?”
Rolling her eyes, she grins. “Water is fine.”
Kissing the top of her head, I head to the kitchen, but not before I check the living room window, my eyes roaming the street. I don’t see the SUV or anything else suspicious. After doublechecking the door is locked, I grab two bottled waters from the refrigerator.
Once I’m back in the bedroom, I notice she hasn’t touched her food. “You don’t like lasagna?”
Nodding, she pats the mattress beside her. “Of course I do. I’m waiting for you.”
There’s that feeling again, warmth spreading through my chest. She’s perfect, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to keep her.
Taking my seat beside her, we dig into our dinner. She turns the television on, but the volume is low so it’s only noise in the background. We talk about the manuscript she edited today, and my boring day at the office.
Once we’re finished eating, she throws the containers in the bag, dropping it on the floor. I lean against the headboard, extending my arm, and she snuggles into me. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep. She doesn’t stir as I get out of bed to turn the light off. I set the alarm on my phone to wake us up in the morning and lay it on the nightstand.
Slipping back into bed, I pull her into my chest, burying my face in her neck.
“Gabriel.” She sighs.
“Sweet dreams, baby girl.”
When I wake up, Brooke isn’t next to me. The smell of coffee in the air has me easing out of bed. After a stop at the bathroom, I head towards the kitchen. I stop dead in my tracks.
The fucking queen has returned, dressed in a black pencil skirt, white silk blouse, and black heels. She tied her hair in a bun and my eyes wander her slender neck.
“Somebody’s dressed to kill this morning.” Sauntering over, I cage her in with my hands on the counter at her hips.
She kisses me softly, holding her coffee mug in front of my face. I accept, letting the warm liquid slide down my throat with appreciation.
“I have to go into the office today for our monthly staff meeting.” She rolls her eyes.
“You seem excited.” I grin, taking a step back.
She reaches into the cabinet to retrieve another mug, pouring a fresh cup of coffee. She hands it to me, taking her mug back. “Honestly, they’re boring. It could easily be done over a zoom call, but boss man wants to see our pretty faces, I guess.”
Chuckling, I lean against the counter, admiring how gorgeous she truly is. “Are your meetings the same day every month? I’ll be sure to put them on my calendar, so I’ll know.”
“No. He usually sends us an email a couple of days before.” She looks annoyed and I smile. “If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m a planner when it comes to my work.”
