“A little after six.”
With her arms over her head, she stretches, causing the sheet to fall to her waist, exposing her glorious breasts. Come to think of it, I was so busy between her legs last night that I didn’t give her gorgeous globes much attention. But I can remedy that right now. On a low growl, I roll her onto her back and drop my mouth to a nipple, sucking it inside. It pebbles instantly. Using my tongue, I lave each of her nipples until she’s whimpering underneath me, her core wet and ready for me.
“Gabe.” She gasps, trailing off when I nip one of the stiff little peaks between my teeth. I feel her tremble, then go still. She must have had a mini orgasm from me playing with her nipples.
Wanting to get her off again, I walk my fingers between her breasts, down her tummy, straight to her weeping pussy. She’s so wet, her inner thighs glisten from her mini release. Sliding my fingers into her wetness, I work them in and out, making sure to find her special spot. And soon, she’s squirting her release as she moans and thrashes under me.
“That’s a good girl,” I breathe, her pussy clamped down on my fingers. I let her have a moment, then I’m sliding into her wet heat. I thrust deep and we both moan long and low from the pleasure. I work my hard length in and out and soon, we’re both coming, our breathing labored and our bodies limp from the pleasure. She closes her eyes and takes gulps of air. I do the same, eventually sliding from between her sticky thighs. I’d love to stay here with her, but I need to get back to the hotel.
“I wish I could stay in bed with you all day.”
She smiles. “Me, too. But I need to go.”
“Shower with me?” I ask, hopeful.
“Make it quick,” she tells me, getting out of bed.
I watch her as she walks to my bathroom, her soft curves beckoning me. I’d love to go another round, but time is not on our side. And also the fact that I’m not young anymore. I need a bit of recovery time before I’m ready to go again. But hey, last night and this morning were amazing.
Turning on the water, I let the water heat up and we shower, trying our best to keep our hands to ourselves. But in the end, the suds and our libidos win out. I eat her pussy, bringing her to climax again and she sucks my dick. All in all, not a bad way to start the day.
Layla
After we get dressed, Gabe drops me off at my car that I parked near the restaurant last night.
“I’ll text you,” I tell him. And I mean it.
“You better,” he teases me, a sparkle in his eye.
“I will. Let me know when you’ll be in town again.”
“I will,” he tells me. Lovingly, he kisses me, then steps back. “Until next time.”
I smile. “Until next time.” Happy, but a little sad, I get in my car and watch as he drives off, not knowing when I’m going to see him again. I think I’m falling for Gabe. But can we have a long distance relationship? Is that what I really want? These questions linger in my mind, but I shove them back down. I need to get back to my condo and get ready for the day.
CHAPTER 8
LAYLA
LC HOLDINGS, DOWNTOWN CHICAGO
“Well, well. Someone is smiling this morning,” Cora teases, warmth and mischief in her words.
“Morning,” I reply, sitting at my desk, trying not to smile too much. It’s hard to do, because just a couple of hours ago I was warming Gabe’s bed. That’s what the man does to me. He makes me smile.
“Tell me everything,” she gushes, leaning a hip against the edge of my desk. “Don’t leave anything out.”
Of course I’m going to leave things out. She doesn’t need to know every single detail. Besides, what Gabe and I do is private. I can give her a general idea, but she will not be getting full details. Ever.
“I went on an actual date with Gabe last night.”
“Oh, I’m liking where this is going already. Where did you go on your first date?” she asks, a little bit of excitement in her voice.
“An upscale restaurant in the West Loop.”
“And?”
“And, what?” I answer, knowing damn good and well there was more to last night.
