“Apparently,youbooked me for today.”
“I must screw Vivian,” I mused.
For some reason, he found that funny and cackled. Then he pushed the tray away, clearing the path between us. His eyes locked on mine as he slowly licked his lips. “Vivian would love to be screwed by you.”
My skin burned under his gaze. Right now I was nothing but an ogling set of eyes, a hungry vagina and throbbing ovaries. I had to touch him, like those few inches of space between us were a wave of pain I could no longer take.
I moved closer, reaching a hand for his half naked body. But he moved back. Was I doing this wrong? I hadn’t been with someone for the first time in forever. Had things changed? Was I too forward? What the fuck?
“Vivian would love to be screwed by you…when the time is right,” he said.
Read my body language, Fabio. Now is not the time to be a gentleman.“The time is right.”
“I thought you wanted to wait after the party so you’d be a hundred percent sure.”
“Things change. I’m a hundred percent sure of what I want right now.”
A predatory glow flashed in his incredible eyes. The next moment, I was breathless in his kiss and squished under his weight. I moaned. I couldn’t believe I was in my fake fiancé’s bed, my PA’s bed, about to get very naked together.
He dragged kisses along my jaw, my chin, my cheek, my temple and worked his way back to my mouth with a soft bite. “I could kiss you forever.”
I moaned again, gripping his shoulders, noticing the details of his tattoo with a more thorough look. I had other things to look at before, but now that we were this close, I enjoyed the view of his ink as well. It made him even sexier if that was possible.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. You feel amazing. You’re amazing.”
His kiss resumed their job of taking my breath away. My fingers traveled down his firm back and dug into the waistband of his sweatpants. I took a moment to mentally prepare myself I was about to feel his ass up, and then I let my palms settle on his toned globes.
Oh God.
My legs widened as I pulled him closer. His cock was so hard as I pushed myself up into him, wanting more of his closeness, wanting all of him, every inch of him.
“Gabi,” he whispered below my ear, tormenting my neck with his breath. “I want you.”
“I want you, too.” Shivering, my mind a complete haze, I managed to say just that.
“Not just like this. I wantyou.”
I sucked in a hissing breath, squeezing his ass, thinking about gluing my hands there forever.
“Gabriella, did you hear me?”
I smiled. “Not really.”
“I said I wantedyou. This is gonna sound very lame, but I don’t care. I don’t wanna just fuck. I want more. More than I deserve. But I do.”
“More like what?”
“Like tickling your neck and watching you fall apart with heart attacking giggles, like holding your hand while walking down the street without you getting fussy about it, without you thinking I’m playing a role, like having no expiry date on us being together, like pretending you never saw me butt naked spanking some girl, like having days like today without you having to be drunk or booking me on a website.”
I swallowed. “You want us to date.”
“Yes.”
“Exclusively?”
“Yes. I’ll quit escorting. I can’t do it anymore. Just give me some time with the stripping, just until I finish my internship with you. I promise I’ll find another job that doesn’t embarrass you.”
