I chuckle. “It really is.”
Spencer leans in closer. “Should we get out of here?”
“As in back to the honeymoon suite for husband time?”
“Before I lose control and start making out with you in front of ESPN. We really only have an hour or two until I’m due back at the gym anyway.”
Because I know he likes to keep proper appearances in public, I limit myself to a soft brush of my lips over his. I let our bodies linger as long as possible in the brief kiss, and Spencer lets out a low, nearly silent grunt.
“Hotel,” he says.
“Hotel,” I agree.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
SPENCER
We’reat the entrance to our suite, and Gabriel pushes me to the door with a kiss as he fumbles with the key card. I’ve barely been able to keep my hands off of him since we left the match, and he’s returned the favor.
I feel alive. It’s hard to explain, but it’s like there’s new strength at my core, new light shining around me. My senses are alert like I’m in the middle of the match, but all my attention is focused on Gabriel.
He’s still wrestling through doubt. I can feel it. Even when we’re happy and totally connected, I can sense that there’s some part of him still hurt from his past relationships. And every now and then, the pain rises to the surface again, clouding his eyes.
I understand Gabriel. He’s sensitive. The man hides it under a thousand layers, but the way I feel the world right now, how alive I am, that’s how Gabriel has always been. He’s chased his dreams, opened his heart to love, and always been honest about who he is.
Now it’s my job to rise to his example. My truth is that I’m falling in love with him. I’m at my best when I’m with Gabriel, and I know I can help him be his best, too. I just need to show him that and make sure he never forgets that I’m not his past relationships.
I’m the kind of man who stays.
As the door swings open behind me, I grab Gabriel’s shirt and pull him, my tongue still buried in his mouth. He kicks the door shut and spins, walking backward to drag me with him as he kisses me and pulls my shirt off.
“And what’s on the menu today?” he asks. “I feel like indulging you.” He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside, baring his muscles and tattoos.
I bite my bottom lip. My cock is hard, and my knees are weak. Gabriel looks ridiculously hot with his pants slung beneath the V of his hips, his dark nipples hard. I want to jump on him and fuck him right now, but I bury the urge.
“Anything that I want?” I ask.
His eyes light up. “Absolutely anything, babe.”
I lean back on my heel, considering. “Seduce me,” I tell him.
Gabriel purrs under his breath. “Happily.” He crosses the distance between us, eyeing me as he places his hand lightly on my hip. Leaning in, Gabriel’s lips brush my ear as he whispers. “My husband likes to enjoy the buildup. Sexy.”
I hitch him close. “Why marry a charmer if you’re not going to let him work a little magic?”
Gabriel chuckles as he pulls away. “It’s true. We went headfirst into that fake marriage. I barely had a chance to woo you before we were legally bound.”
“Woo away,” I tease.
He walks to the ornate, flower-adorned bar and fetches a bottle of champagne from the fridge as he talks, enjoying himself and entertaining me. “I do appreciate a nice seduction.” He places the bottle between his thick thighs and looks me in the eye. “It’s all about the buildup.” He pops the cork from the bottle, sending it flying across the room as bubbles pour out. “And everything feels better when you work for it.”
I bury my smile. “Is that what this is now? Work?”
He grins, glad I’m not giving him an easy time. “That’s not what I’m saying.” Gabriel swigs from the bottle as he walks over and hands it to me. “I’m saying I like I earning your moans.” He drops his trousers in one smooth gesture, kicking them off after. “I like working my way up to pleasing you, and I don’t just mean physically. This isn’t purely physical.”
I drink from the sweet champagne. “Not purely.”
Gabriel cups his cock in his hand and bites his lip softly. His bulge is thick in his boxer briefs, and his face just slightly twisted. “Fuck. Do you see how hard you make me?” He shakes his head as he grips his shaft tighter and, with an exhale, finally pulls his hand away. “Wait, what was I saying?”
