Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
LEAH
M y app bleeps, letting me know it’s that time of the month again. The past few weeks with Gabriel have been different. The day after my period, he replaced my old console with the latest model and connected it to the television in the main living area. Not quite his set up, but it’s more than adequate. There have been several occasions when a yell comes from his m an cave, when I’ve whooped his ass.
I head over to Gabriel’s door and knock.
“Come in,” he says, his head down as I enter. I wait for him to complete his task.
“Leah,” he says when his head comes up, his eyes focus solely on me.
“Er, this is not really the time or place, but you said you wanted to know.” Dawning crosses his features. He looks at the clock. “Can I have ten minutes?”
My heart stops. What?
“Er, I was just letting you know for later,” I say.
His face drops. “Oh, I assumed. ”
“A few hours won’t make any difference,” I say, smiling at him.
“Do you have any plans for lunch?” His question shocks me into silence, so I shake my head.
“Good.” He picks up the phone on his desk. “Amanda, Leah and I have an urgent client appointment this afternoon. We’ll take lunch and be back mid-afternoon.”
“No problem,” Amanda answers as Gabriel puts the phone down.
I stare at him, open-mouthed. Breaking up the workday to inject my vagina with his sperm is not exactly what I had in mind.
As promised, Gabriel takes ten minutes. He collects me from my office, and we take the elevator down to his car. Before I know it, he’s pulling into the El Castillo, and we’re riding the elevator up to his apartment.
“Where is the container?” Gabriel asks.
My lower body contracts sharply at the thought of what he’s about to do. His eyes lock with mine, and I swear his pupils dilate. No, that’s my horny body playing tricks on my mind. As before, I make my way to my bedroom, change out of my suit and prepare the rest of the equipment.
A knock sounds at the door and Gabriel enters, the sample pot held in his hand.
“Here you are,” he says. “There’s no rush. Amanda is not expecting us back until later.”
“Thank you,” I say, taking the pot of his cum.
“Do you want a sandwich?” he asks.
Okay, this is getting more and more bizarre. Even more so when I tell him, “Yes, please, that would be lovely.”
Gabriel leaves, and I set about drawing his sample back into the syringe.