Chapter 12
GABE
The next morning, Layla’s alarm wakes me. “What time is it?” I grouse. It’s still dark out.
“Aren’t you the boss?” I ask, pulling closer, not wanting to let her go.
She smiles. “I am. And that’s why I need to set a good example for my employees.”
I can’t argue with that, but I don’t want her to leave my bed. Tightening my grip on her waist, I slide my hand lower, stroking the outside of her thigh, moving to cup the globes of her ass. “Mmm, don’t go,” I mumble, my lips on her neck.
She shudders in my arms and doesn’t push me away. If anything, she pulls me closer. “Gabe…” she says softly.
“Layla…” I murmur, kissing down the slope of one breast, heading for a nipple.
Popping it into my mouth, I nip and suck until it hardens into a stiff peak.
She moans softly and tightens her legs, a dead giveaway that she’s turned on just as much as I am.
I give her turgid nipple one last lick, then roll her onto her back, the blanket covering her body slipping down to her waist. Her gorgeous tits are now exposed, so I play with her other nipple, licking and sucking it until it’s just as hard.
Looking down, her nipples now hard little points, are slick from my ministrations.
I smirk just a little bit knowing that I did that.
But I’m not done. Not even close. Kissing down her soft belly, I continue my trek to her pretty pussy.
Pushing her thighs apart, she’s wet from her arousal, her clit swollen.
I lap at her pussy and suck on her clit, and soon, Layla’s thighs tighten around my head.
She’s close. Wanting to push her to the edge, but not climax, I push two fingers into her creamy pussy and bend them just so, finding her little bundle of nerves, stroking it with the pad of my finger.
“Gabe!” she whimpers, this close to the edge.
I continue to tease her, keeping her on the precipice.
I want to be inside her when she comes. Giving her a couple more strokes with my fingers, I pull them out, then place a soft kiss on her clit.
She shudders in my arms. Sitting upright, my dick is at full-mast and leaking precum down the shaft.
She gazes up at me with heavily lidded eyes, drunk on pleasure.
Sucking my fingers into my mouth, I lick her arousal from each digit, one by one.
Feeling like I’m about ready to explode, I take her hand and wrap it around my dick, my hand over hers.
Precum has made my shaft slick, so I use it to jack her hand up and down my length, enhancing my pleasure.
As her hand applies the perfect amount of pressure, my dick swells even more, my balls hanging heavy between my legs.
The urge to come is strong, but I’m not coming until I’m inside her.
Giving one last squeeze with my hand over hers, I still.
Pausing briefly, I line up my dick with her entrance.
I’d love to say that I’m going to take it slow, but I can’t.
Notching the head of my dick inside her, I surge forward, all the way to the hilt.
Fuuck, she feels good. “Layla,” I groan, bringing her legs around my hips.
“Gabe,” she grunts softly, her pussy fluttering around me.
Thrusting in and out her juicy pussy, I bring her to the edge again, my thumb pressed to her clit.
Her legs quiver. She’s ready to come. Stroking in and out, I bring myself to the edge right alongside Layla.
“Ready?” I grunt, bottoming out. She nods.
With one more powerful stroke, I bury myself deep and pinch her clit as I do, and she flies over the edge, her pussy gripping me like a vice.
“Gabe!” she cries out, her whole body spasming like it’s been zapped by a bolt of lightning.
She gushes on my dick as I climax and I shoot my release inside her, the air knocked out of my lungs.
Electricity zips through me, lighting up every fiber in my being as I empty everything I have inside her.
Neither one of us moves for a bit. Reluctantly, I pull back, slipping from her languid body. I watch as our combined releases slip down her thighs, making them slick. Mmm, what I wouldn’t give to lick her thighs clean. Instead, I lay down beside her and bring her into my arms.
“Mmm, Gabe,” she murmurs against my pec, her soft lips brushing my skin. She stays that way for only a couple of minutes before she sits up, holding the covers to hide her nakedness. “I have to get up and shower.”
I want to tell Layla that I love her, but I worry it’s too soon. “Get in the shower. I’ll be right behind you.”
She gets up, padding naked to the bathroom.
And, true to my word, I follow her. I join her in the shower and would love nothing more than to continue where we left off, but we can’t.
I respect her too much to make her late for work.
Even if she does own the whole damn company.
So I use one of the other rain shower heads and wash quickly.
I want to make her breakfast and coffee before she leaves for the day.
Now in the kitchen, I throw together a quick breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, then prep to make her a coffee. It’s nothing special, but I’m not sending her to work with no breakfast or coffee. My woman is a busy lady. She needs to eat.
“All of this for just us?” she asks, eyeing the spread.
I nod. “What would you like?”
“Some of everything?” she says.
I fill a plate, sitting it down in front of her at the bar top. “Cappuccino?”
“Is that even a question?” she jokes.
“Coming right up,” I tell her, turning to my fancy espresso maker. While I make her drink, I nibble on my own breakfast, contemplating what I’m going to do for the day. I do need to get my workout in, first thing. Then after that, I’ll just have to see. Maybe Layla will come back tonight.
“One cappuccino for the lady,” I say with a flourish.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, picking it up.
I watch as she takes a sip. And honest to god, she closes her eyes and moans. My dick twitches but I ignore it, instead sitting down beside Layla to eat breakfast.
“That good, huh?” I tease.
Her eyes snap open, meeting mine. “Mmm, yes. It’s perfect. I always need that first sip of caffeine to get me going in the morning.”
Soon, we’re both finished and she has to go. She still needs to go back to her place and change clothes.
“I need to go. Text me?” she asks, putting on her coat.
“I will. You’d better get moving.” I walk to her and pull her into my arms, pressing my lips to hers. “See you later.”
“Laters,” she says, leaving through the front door.
The place is quiet again. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but I think I like sharing my mornings with someone again. I never realized how much I missed it, until I met Layla. Heading back into the kitchen, I clean up and head to the gym.
By lunch, I’m finished with what I planned to do today, so I text Deacon.
Gabe: Stop by after school?
Deacon: Okay
Gabe: Bring your sister?
Deacon: I think she’s busy.
Gabe: Okay, see you then.
Deacon: Okay
After lunch, I check in with the other coaches and everything seems to be going well. Even though we haven’t even gotten to next season, the upper management is already making plans for next year. After texting for almost two hours, I hear the front door open and shut.
“Deacon?”
“I’m here, Dad.”
“I’ll be right out,” I tell him, sending a quick text.
“Hey, D,” I say, entering the living room.
“Hey, Dad.”
“How was school?”
“Fine,” he tells me, slumped on the couch, a video game controller in his hand, the game loading on the TV.
“That’s it?”
He looks up at me. “It’s not baseball season. Not much is going on.”
I just shake my head. D isn’t a big talker. And that’s okay. I just want to make sure I know what’s going on in his life. It’s hard being a dad who travels all the time and lives away from his kids. “Mind if I join you?”
“Okay.”
Grabbing the other controller, I join the baseball game Deacon is playing. We battle it out, and in the end, I beat his team by one point.
“Well, look at that!” I gloat. He just shrugs and loads another game.
“You in?” he asks, planning to play another game.
I glance down at my watch. It’s inching closer to 5:00 p.m. I want to see Layla tonight, maybe take her out to dinner. “Not this time.”
Grabbing my phone, I text Layla.
Gabe: I’ll pick you up at 7:00 pm. Home or office?
Layla: Home, I think.
Gabe: What’s your address?
Layla: 600 N Lake Shore Drive, #1206.
Gabe: I’m taking you to dinner.
Layla: What should I wear?
Gabe: Clothes
Layla: Haha. Dressy or casual?
Gabe: Dressy.
Layla:
Gabe:
I get to see Layla tonight and my heart couldn’t be happier. My life is better when she’s in it.
Layla
Gabe texts me later that afternoon and it makes me smile.
He requested that I wear a dress. I know he didn’t do it for fashion sake, that much was clear.
He obviously wants easy access. And who am I to argue with that logic?
Gabe has a voracious sexual appetite and so do I.
I love that I’ve finally found someone who matches me in that department.
Most men in their forties can’t keep up with me.
I also love that we can talk for hours. The more I’m around Gabe, I feel more and more for him.
But it feels like it’s too soon to say anything.
But I can admit it to myself, at least. I’m falling for Gabe.
And speaking of the man, the elevator announces his arrival with a soft ding.
Smoothing the fabric of my silk slip dress over my hips, I slip on my heels. Walking to the front door, I spot Gabe in the entryway, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. How sweet!
“For you,” he tells me, holding out said flowers. They’re a mix and quite lovely.
“Thank you,” I say, taking them. I go to move away, to put them in a vase, but he snags me by the hip.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbles, pulling me back against his hard chest, a hand at my hip, the other one over my tummy. “I missed you,” he croons, kissing my neck.