Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
LEAH
G abriel and I return to the office in silence. I know I wanted to do this the less stressful way, but this isn’t stress free, and now I must wait another month before we try again.
We pull into the car park, and I go to release the door.
“Leah, wait.” My finger pauses on the button. “Are you okay?”
The concern in Gabriel’s voice almost takes my breath away.
“Frustrated more than anything.” I sigh. “Who would have thought a syringe...”
Luckily, none of Gabriel’s sperm had landed on my suit. I had the foresight to change. A clothing change over a lunch meeting might have been hard to explain, and if we do get pregnant, I don’t want our colleagues to think we were sneaking off to have sex at lunchtime. It’s going to be strange enough letting them know I have Gabriel’s child growing inside me.
“Maybe I should have let you organise for a professional to assist,” I say .
“I still can. I can make some calls.”
I swivel to face Gabriel. “But what about the press? About people finding out?”
Gabriel shrugs, and it’s my turn to glare at him.
“You can’t be serious. We’ve barely begun our fake relationship. Don’t you think your family and our colleagues would find it strange we’re already at a fertility clinic?” I shudder. “Talk about gossip. Then there’s the pressure. We’d be better off having sex than risk other people sticking their noses in.”
It’s only when I notice Gabriel’s wide eyes that it registers what I said.
I drop my gaze. “Sorry,” I say, my cheeks heating.
Gabriel’s finger lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“It’s an option,” he says.
“So is a turkey baster, but it doesn’t mean it’s the right one.”
“I wasn’t talking about the fertility clinic. I was talking about sex,” he says.
I turn to face him, my mouth drops open. “Gabriel, it’s not... how could we maintain a professional relationship if ... well, if you...we.”
I cover my face with my hands.
“Very articulate.”
It’s then I realise Gabriel is teasing me.
“Are you laughing at me?” I ask, my eyes clash with his twinkling ones.
“Maybe just a little,” he adds, holding up his thumb and forefinger, which I slap playfully. “Look, all I’m saying is, if you don’t want to wait another month. There are other options. We can go to a clinic, or you and I could be very clinical about it. No kissing, minimal touching. Just my cock, depositing my sp?—”
“I get the picture,” I say, my hands flying to my cheeks once more. “You seem to be enjoying this way too much for someone who is usually a grouch and serious.”
“Maybe seeing you coated in my sperm has made me lighten up a little,” he adds. I groan. “Anyway. Think about it. It’s an option.”
Gabriel flicks the button, and the doors open, letting me know this conversation is over and it’s time to get back to work. Only Gabriel could drop that kind of bombshell and return to work like he just asked if I wanted a cup of coffee.
The afternoon is a write-off. My conversation with Gabriel was not something I can get out of my head. Is he mad? We can’t have sex. How will that be professional? It’s been hard enough looking him in the eye, knowing his sperm has been swimming around inside me. How much harder will it be if I feel his body stretching over mine. Feel his body shudder as he coats my insides with his cum? Just the thought is getting me hot and heavy. My breasts ache, and my pussy contracts. Damn my hormones.
I close down my laptop. I’m glad my door is closed. My concentration is gone, and I totally blame Gabriel for the problem.
It’s five o’clock, so I grab my things and make my way to Gabriel’s office.
“I’m calling it a night,” I say as he looks up.
His brows furrow as his eyes flick to the clock. “Okay,” he says.
I walk in and close the door behind me. “Okay... okay!” I say. “This is all your fault! You’ve distracted me.”
Gabriel sits back in his chair, his arms folding over his chest. “Distracted?”
I growl, and his lips twitch. The nerve of the man .
“How distracted?” he asks.
“I have a million what-ifs running around my head. Tell me this, how can you and I go back to being professional if we... you know... do the deed?”
“Do the deed?”
With those words, Gabriel loses his composure. His face crumples as he tries and fails to contain his laughter.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
I huff, and cross my arms over my chest. What’s happening? I’m turning into the grumpy one while he’s laughing.
“Leah, professional is a construct. It’s what we decide. We could decide to be unprofessional by having dinner together, or we can keep it professional as we have done. It’s how we view what we do, not the act itself. In this case, we can choose to be clinical.”
I stare at him open-mouthed before snapping it shut. Typical Gabriel, an answer for everything. His argument has bones... or does it? I can’t think straight anymore. All I know is that I appear to have very unprofessional thoughts about Gabriel Frazer.
“Fine. Can you keep it clinical ?” I ask, my hands move to my hips, my gaze never wavering from his.
“Yes,” he says. “Can you?”
“Of course,” I say, ignoring the heat radiating from my face. “Fine,” I add.
“Fine,” he says before adding, “Fine, what?”
“We’ll have professional sex, I mean clinical sex ... in order to make a baby,” I say.
I turn and leave his office. I hit the down button on the elevator, but it seems to be that time of day. By the time it finally arrives, Gabriel is by my side.
We step into the crowded elevator. My body has never been more aware of someone than it is right now. Gabriel and I stand shoulder to shoulder as we head down to the basement and climb into his car in silence.
What have I agreed to?
I stand under the shower. Fluttery sensations flood my chest and stomach. I let my hands slide over my body, my nipples harden and my body grows wet at the thought of what’s about to happen. My hands clench into fists, and I lean my forehead against the tiled wall. I sigh as I give in and let my fingers wander to the centre of my body. My lips and clit are swollen, and there’s an ache deep in my core that begs to be soothed. It’s been months since I last had sex, and a woman has needs, or that’s what I’m telling myself. Housewarming present or not, it’s not the same.
I towel off, careful to leave any natural lubricant in place.
I slip on my bra and a long, oversized t-shirt and make my way into my bedroom. The bed covers have already been pulled back, remaining in the same state as the earlier disaster. A knock sounds at the door, and I clear my throat.
“Come in,” I say.
Gabriel steps into the room, wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts. His eyes trail over my bare legs, and I swear he draws in a breath.
He makes his way around to the opposite side of the bed before sitting down on the edge.
I sit down and slide my legs under the covers. Turning my gaze away as he removes his lower clothing. This is a clinical procedure and, therefore, does not include me ogling his package. However, I am intrigued by what is coming.
Come on, girl.
I need to get my head out of the gutter.
The bed dips as Gabriel swings his body under the covers. A rush of warmth floods south. My body prepares itself for the onslaught. It hasn’t got the message this is not sex. It’s... God only knows what this is. Of course, it’s sex, just not that kind of sex. I begin counting down from ten to steady my breathing. All Gabriel is going to do is deposit his sperm directly into my vagina rather than use a container and a syringe.
I lean over and open my bedside drawer, handing him the bottle of lube the girls gave me.
A furrow appears between his brows before he appears to get the idea and squirts some onto his hand. I busy myself straightening the sheet above me, not wanting to appear like a pervert, gazing at my boss as he excites—no, prepares himself. Instead, I shimmy out of my panties and throw them out of the side of the bed. I lie back and stare at the ceiling. It’s flawless. Perfect. No cracks to divert my attention. I feel Gabriel moving next to me. His hand slides up and down, up and down. I bite my tongue to suppress the moan that threatens to escape.
Green lentils, large bag, two tins of tomatoes ? —
“Leah.” Gabriel’s voice breaks into my distraction, and I look sideways to see him staring at me. “You’ll need this,” he says, handing me the bottle of lube.
No, I really don’t, I almost say, but I hold my tongue. How can I tell him I’m melting in a puddle of goo at the thought of what we’re about to do? How my body is in natural sexual overdrive? I can feel the wetness coating the inside of my thighs.
I take it and, squirt some onto my fingers, letting my hand slide between my thighs. The sensation of the cool lubricant on my already overheated flesh is almost more than I can take. I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatens, hoping it looks like I’m concentrating on the task at hand .
“Are you ready?” Gabriel asks quietly, his eyes burning into me.
“Yes,” I say.
I lie back against my pillow and open my legs under the covers.
Gabriel moves, climbing over my leg and situating himself between my thighs. His body looms over mine, so close and yet so far, his t-shirt is stretched over his broad chest, his arms firmly on either side of me, as he takes his weight on his forearms. His aftershave… I stop myself from inhaling deeply.
Green lentils, extra large bag, two tins of tomatoes.
I fix my gaze on a point on the ceiling over Gabriel’s shoulder until his voice pulls me once again into the present.
“How do you want to do this?” he asks, his voice so close to my face I can feel his breath on my cheek. I allow my eyes to meet his, almost drowning in their dark depths.
Get a grip, Leah!
Something hard and hot hits my thigh. I jump. My forehead clashes with Gabriel’s cheek. He snaps his head back.
“Sorry,” we both say together, a flush forming on his cheeks.
“It’s fine,” I say.
Can this get any more awkward?
“Are you directing, or shall I?” Gabriel asks, moving back over me.
What?
Gabriel must sense my confusion. He cocks an eyebrow. “I could simply stab around in the dark down here, or one of us could guide the other,” he says.
I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent the hysterical laughter that’s threatening to bubble up.
Come on Leah, you’re a mature woman .
“Ah,” I say, trying to sound sensible. “Stabbing around is probably not the best idea,” I add.
“It may be easier if you direct,” he says. He takes my hand and encircles his very hard, very swollen cock with my hand.
Oh, boy! His breath falters, and my heart stalls as my fingers grip him.
Wow, who knew?
His cock jerks. It’s hot, smooth skin, not to mention his size. My mouth waters. Gabriel is huge! I tamp down on my desire to explore. Oh boy, whose idea was clinical? Is that even possible! Another rush of heat floods my lower body, my muscles tighten in anticipation of what’s to come.
I look up and lock eyes with Gabriel’s. His eyes have darkened at my touch, his pupils dilating. I could drown in those pools. I’m just glad he’s not a mind reader.
“Okay,” I say, “Let’s do this.” I wiggle my bottom forward, lining him up with my entrance. He continues to hold himself on his forearms, his muscles tense.
My entrance aches. I know my body is more than prepared to accept him. I can feel the moisture running between my ass cheeks. Is he going to know? Too late now.
I stretch my legs wider as Gabriel settles in and presses forward. I bite my lip as the tip of him breaches my entrance.
Green lentils, an enormous bag. Two large tins of tomatoes. A ginormous bottle of wine.
My internal walls clench involuntarily at the invasion, and Gabriel lets out a moan.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t be,” he says, pressing forward. My body stretches around his as he sinks further in. His arm muscles quiver. I hold my breath, not daring to move.
“Relax,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re really tight.”
I concentrate on releasing my muscles and spread my legs further. Gabriel thrusts forward until he’s fully seated, his balls against my ass. He resettles his position, the muscles in his arms cord. Our bodies are now joined. Mine is fuller than it has ever been before.
We both freeze, our breathing ragged.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes locking on mine.
I vigorously bob my head. I want to say better than okay. The stretch of my body, the feel of him pressed against incredibly sensitive places, but that’s not why we’re here. This is clinical sex.
Focus, Leah. Be professional.
Can he see how amazing this feels? Another rush of moisture as my walls contract around him. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Mine are having a party.
“It’s good. Sorry, I’m good,” I say before moving my hips, wanting more of the pressure of his cock pressed against that tender spot on my inside walls. I suck in a breath as it finds its mark.
“Is it okay to move?” Gabriel’s voice comes out strained.
I stare up at him. “Most definitely,” I say, sucking in a breath as he does exactly that.
“Green lentils, large bag?—”
“What?”
It’s then I realise Gabriel has stopped and is staring down at me.
“You said green lentils. Leah. Are you sure everything’s okay?” Concern crosses his face. “I can stop.”
Oh no, did I actually say that out loud?
“Everything is fine. I was trying to distract myself.” I say.
“Distract yourself?” Gabriel doesn’t wait for my reply. Instead, he pulls out of me and rolls onto his back. His arm covers his eyes.
I miss his body already. What the hell just happened?
“What? Why?” I roll onto my side to face him.
Gabriel sits up, and swings his legs over the side of the bed. “Look, Leah, we can wait. I don’t want you doing something you’re uncomfortable with. You should have just said.” I watch in horror as he reaches down and grabs his shorts from the floor.
“What? No? Oh, shit,” I say.
Gabriel turns to face me. “Did you just say shit?” he asks.
“I did,” I say sheepishly.
His expression softens. “Look, we don’t need to do this. I shouldn’t have suggested it.”
“You’ve got it all wrong,” I say, realising I’ve hurt him.
“I don’t think I have. Leah. You were reciting a shopping list with my cock buried balls deep in your pussy.”
I reach up, placing a finger over his lips. “Nothing was wrong. I promise.” Could this get any more embarrassing? “I was reciting a recipe?—”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” he raises a brow, and I smile.
“No, but it’s the reason why,” I say. I drop my gaze. “This is embarrassing.”
“Leah, either spit it out, or I’m going to leave. We can wait until next month. Go to a clinic.”
“Fine,” I say, knowing I sound a little huffy. “It felt good. Not just good—amazing. In fact. I was distracting myself, so I didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
“Are we really going there?” I ask.
“If we’re doing this, then yes. We are going to be completely honest with one another. I’m not going to force myself on you. I’m your boss, for goodness sake.”
“And there lies the problem,” I say, my temper rising. “How can you say you forced yourself onto me? I was directing proceedings.”
“What do you mean?”
I throw myself back onto the pillow and cover my eyes. I sense Gabriel move and know he’s spun himself around to face me.
“Ahhh,” I yell. “Fine. If you want to know, it felt good, very good. I was trying to trick my brain into not enjoying it.” I open my eyes and face him. “Happy now? I was trying to remain professional, damn it, clinical.”
He looks confused. “What’s wrong with you enjoying it?”
I sigh. “Nothing. Except you’re my boss, and tomorrow morning, I’ll be in a meeting with you, thinking about how it felt to have you slide in and out of me. How my body—” I stop when I notice his eyes darken. “That’s not what this is supposed to be. This is not what we agreed.”
“So, it’s wrong if we enjoy the sex?” he asks. “Just so I understand? Because I hate to point it out, but in order to give you what you want, I have to enjoy this. Have to orgasm. Is it wrong if you do too?”
Damn Gabriel and his logic. “It complicates things,” I know my argument is weak.
“Let me get this straight, it’s okay for me to enjoy making our child, but you, who will house it for the next nine months. You’re not allowed to enjoy their conception?”
I smack my head back against the pillow. “When you put it like that, it sounds ridiculous,” I admit. “But it’s not what we discussed.”
“Can I say something?”
I turn my head to look at him. “Knowing it felt good makes me feel better. We both want this. You need to stop worrying and overthinking.”
“But.”
“There are no buts, Leah.” Gabriel runs a hand through his hair. “Do you think I won’t be thinking about my sperm in your body when you’re walking around the office tomorrow? How it’s going to drip out of you. How do you think I felt earlier when I handed you the container? I was thinking about how you were going to push it into you, and fill yourself up with my cum.”
I moan at his words.
Gabriel reaches over and runs a hand down my cheek. I cover it with one of my own and squeeze. Inhaling deeply, I lock my eyes with his. “Let’s do this, properly this time.”
“No more green lentils?” he asks.
“No more green lentils,” I promise.
“Are you going to allow yourself to enjoy this?”
I bite my lip, and nod.
“Good,” he says, moving back onto the bed.
He goes to kiss me, but I block him, covering his mouth with my hand. He places a kiss on my palm and nods in understanding, as he buries his head in my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin beneath my ear. My body presses up and into his, wanting no, needing the connection.
His fingers trail down my body and between my legs, finding my swollen and dripping centre.
He drags his finger through my need and encircles my clit. “This is what I want,” he says. I throw back my head and gasp.
“Relax, Leah. There’s no guilt. It’s only this moment. Only pleasure.”
I listen to him, his voice hypnotising. I spread my legs wider, my opening throbs and contracts.
“Ahhh, I want?—”
Gabriel moves a finger to my entrance, he circles it, tormenting me until I’m writhing under him. He presses in, my muscles clench hard around him, my back arching off the bed.
“More,” I say, my hand snakes lower, searching out the part of him I want to fill me.
My fingers lock around him, and I’m not disappointed. His cock is hard and straining .
He moves back between my legs. I align him with my core, and he presses forward, his swollen head breaching my entrance. We both moan, and I bite down on his shoulder, as my hands move to his back. Gabriel slides a hand under my ass, scooping me towards him as he thrusts forward. My body stretches to accommodate his size and we both groan.
Planting his palm into the mattress he holds his upper body away from mine, before looking down into my face. His cheeks are flushed his eyes scanning.
“How does that feel?” he asks
“Oh, so good.” I moan as he grins and twists his hips, rubbing against sensitive places I never dreamed existed.
“No more green lentils?” he asks, resting his forehead against mine.
“No more gree—” he moves, and I lose all rational thought, his pubic bone rubbing against my swollen clit, while his cock torments my G-spot from the inside.
I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. My fingers dig into the hard muscles of his back. I pull him down and my lips lock onto his neck, nibbling and sucking. His grip on my ass intensifies as his movements increase. Our moans and ragged breathing, the slap of our bodies together, echo around the room.
A familiar pressure grows inside me. “Oh, I’m close,” I cry out, unable to stop myself. I’m past caring if this is right or wrong. Clinical be damned. He’s right, why shouldn’t I enjoy this?
Gabriel moves one of his hands between us, his finger flicks against my clit.
Stars explode behind my eyes and my body shatters. I scream at the intensity.
“That’s it.” His voice is strained, his breath coming in short sharp bursts as his cock continues its onslaught.
I raise my hand and grip his shoulder as my orgasm continues to ripple through me, my body convulsing around his, loving the fullness his body offers.
He lets out a grunt and freezes. His body pulses deep within mine. I grip his ass and hold him close as my muscles contract around him, milking him of his cum.
We lie panting, Gabriel’s head buried in my neck. He drops a kiss on my skin before gingerly pulling out and reaching above him. He grabs the spare pillow and taps my hip, motioning for me to raise my ass.
“Gravity,” he says. “Not sure if it’s an old wives’ tale or whether it works, but no harm in trying.”
I settle my hips onto the pillow, feeling the combination of our bodily fluids on my thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied. Gabriel pulls the sheet up and over me before dropping onto his back, his arm covering his eyes as he gets his breathing under control. I lie still, staring once again at the perfect ceiling, unable to believe this man just gave me one of the strongest orgasms of my life.
Gabriel moves next to me, standing up before pulling on his shorts, his back towards me. He makes his way to the door.
A chill hits me. I bite my lip against the rush of emotions that almost overwhelm me, blinking away the tears that threaten me. Damn, this is why this wasn’t a good idea. One mind-shattering orgasm and I’m turning into a mindless wreck over my boss.
Gabriel pauses, his hand on the doorknob, and I think he’s going to say something, but instead, he opens the door and leaves.
I stare up at the ceiling and blink rapidly. What the hell just happened? We seem to have gone from zero to one hundred to minus ten in the space of thirty minutes. Did my having an orgasm freak him out? If it did, there’s nothing I can do, and I will not apologise for enjoying myself. Not when he told me to. I’ve missed sex more than I realised.
A knock sounds at the door, and I rub my eyes in a frenzy. Damn!
“Come in.” I pull the sheet a little higher up my body.
Gabriel appears carrying two mugs of steaming tea.
“I thought you might like a drink,” he says, placing one of the mugs down next to me.
“Thanks.” My throat tightens at his thoughtfulness.
“I can leave you alone,” he says, moving back towards the door.
“Or you can stay and keep me company,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows but ensuring my hips stay elevated.
Gabriel nods and makes his way back around to the place he just vacated, sitting back on the bed, his back against the headboard.
The next words out of his mouth surprise me.
“What happens next?”
My body shivers with pleasure. Well, I know what I’d like to happen next.