Setting it aside, he cups my face in his hands and kisses me hungrily. As he does, I can feel the hardness between his legs bump my core. And it makes my clit throb. I lean into him, seeking friction. As I do, he stabs his tongue into my mouth, mimicking what he’s going to do to me between my legs.
Quickly, before I can even react, he has my legs around his lean hips, his dick lined up with my entrance. “Yes!” I gasp.
Not but a second later, I’m sinking down on his hard shaft. Walking us backward, he places my back against the cool tile of the shower wall and proceeds to make me come. “Gabe!” I moan, my climax overtaking me. I’m in the throes of my orgasm when Gabe’s muscles tighten and then he grunts, coming inside me. Falling into his chest, I hang on to Gabe as we both ride out our climaxes.
After we’ve showered, gotten dressed, and eaten breakfast, Gabe casually drops a bombshell on me.
“Just a heads-up, winter meetings are the second week in December. I have to travel to that. It’ll last all week.”
We’ve spent so much time apart, this feels hard. But I know we can handle it. “I see. Where are you headed?”
“Dallas,” he tells me, coffee cup in hand. “But as soon as I get back, you’re all mine,” he tells me, hugging me to his side.
“You think so, huh? You do remember that I have this job thing, right?” I tease.
He sobers instantly. “Of course. I’d never ask you to give that up.”
Good to know. “Besides. You have to go back to your job after the new year, right?”
“Yeah, I do. It’s getting harder and harder to leave each year. Wait for me?” he asks tenderly.
“Of course,” I tell him sweetly, taking a sip of my coffee. That’s how our relationship started and it’s quite serious now. We’ve shown we can do the long-distance thing. We just have to work at it.
He takes another gulp of his coffee. “Want to go holiday shopping?”
“I’d love that.” And that’s how we spend the day, hand in hand.
CHAPTER 16
GABE
I’m in Dallas, Texas for winter meetings. Normally, it’s no big deal when I have to travel during the off-season. But this year, it’s different. This year, I have Layla. The first couple of days drag on, but I make up for that by texting Layla each night. And tonight is no exception.
Gabe: How’s my woman?
Layla: I’m good. How are your meetings going?
Gabe: Boring. I miss you.
Layla: I miss you, too.
Gabe: What are you wearing?
Layla: Gabe…
Gabe: Layla…
Layla: [sends flirty pick of her cleavage]
Gabe: Damn. Forget I asked.
Layla:
Gabe: You’re killing me.
Layla: You started it.
Gabe: Touché.
