“I just want to make you guys proud,” said Nathan softly.
I put my hand on his shoulder, cupping it firmly. “You are,” I assured him. “But you could have a little fun, too.”
“Andyou.”He gave me a look.
A faint clinking sound grew louder and I realized it was time for some sort of speech from Greg who was holding his glass and tapping a knife against it.
“I better go,” said Nathan, nodding in that direction.
I was good where I was, tipsy and a crowd of people away from Greg. While I drowned his corny speech out, I slipped my phone from my jacket pocket and opened the text from Gabriella.
Me:Where are you for me to sign the documents?
I eagerly watched the three dots bounce on the screen, waiting for her response. I wondered if I was too late. She had texted me much earlier, but it wasn’t the end of the day yet for her so-called deadline.
Gabriella:I’m at my apartment. I’ll send you the address.
I smiled down at my phone, thinking tonight might just head in a good direction.
Chapter 19
Gabriella
I let out a satisfied sigh as I looked over at Chandler next to me, the plush rug under me tickling my bare skin. He lay next to me, his breath beginning to slow as he tucked his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. The late afternoon sun was still high, warming my skin and illuminating the beads of sweat on his toned chest. I let my eyes linger there longer than I wanted to. He was so cocky, I didn’t want to feed his ego any more.
But I couldn’t help it. I watched his chest rise and fall, my eyes wandering down further, past his chiseled abs. Seriously, what was this guy’s workout routine? My gaze stopped right at the deep V that led down to his weapon of massive pleasure, as if I hadn’t just had him deep inside me. I didn’t dare look further down for fear I would demand a round two.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice low, but playful.
“It’s all right,” I said nonchalantly, my eyes snapping up to the ceiling, as if I hadn’t just been caught eye-fucking him after actually fucking him.
He chuckled to himself, confident in the show he was putting on just by lying here on the floor.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re notthatgreat,” I said.
“That’s not what I heard just a minute ago when you were straining not to scream.”
“Shut up.” I pushed him playfully.
He laughed and rolled on his side, draping his arm over my bare stomach. It was such a casual gesture, but it sent my insides into a tizzy. As if sensing his effect on me, he began tracing the arch of my side with his thumb. I swallowed hard, trying to will away how much he turned me on. I wasn’t sure how I had anything left in me after the three orgasms that crashed through me just minutes ago.
“I know what you’re doing,” I said sharply, raising a brow as I glanced down at his hand that was now dangerously close to my breast.
“What?” he asked innocently, but his small smirk gave him away.
“I don’t think we have time for round two,” I said, glancing at the locked door of his office. I tried to push out the thought of everyone outside that door, walking by, typing out emails, making phone calls. All blissfully unaware that just past that door, I had been completely ravaged.
“Oh, I don’t know…” he said suggestively, his fingers trailing over my nipple, making my back arch.
“Cut that out,” I said, biting my lip.
“I can’t help it.” He closed his thumb and forefinger around my nipple and gave it a light pinch that sent my body slamming into his as my teeth bit into his shoulder to keep me from letting out a moan.
He released me and I fell back on the rug. He began softly trailing his finger around my nipple, the softness a shocking contrast to the slight pleasure-filled pain he had just sent through me. He propped himself on one elbow, bringing his body slightly over mine. I could feel his erection growing as it pressed against the side of my upper thigh. I let out a shuddered breath as my eyes fell to it.
I swallowed hard. “Chandler…” I said in what I thought was quiet protest, but sounded more like me begging.
“Hmm,” he said, his fingers mindlessly trailing down my stomach.
