Chapter 12 #2
Instantly, I get wet and my nipples pebble. Sliding a hand to my breast, he kneads it, then plucks my nipple through the silk.
“Gabe,” I sigh, leaning into him, my backside bumping an impressive erection.
“Layla,” he murmurs, turning me in his arms, so that I’m now facing him.
He kisses me deeply, his tongue demanding entrance.
I open and he sneaks inside. Not to be outdone, my tongue duels with his as I press myself against his hard body.
Dropping the flowers to the ground, I lay my hands over his hard pecs under the lapels of his wool coat, clinging to him.
I’m wobbly on my feet. That’s what Gabe’s kisses do to me.
“Easy,” he murmurs against my lips, pushing his hard dick against my soft center.
“Gabe,” I murmur, “we won’t make it to the restaurant, if you keep this up.”
He groans softly and bumps his rigid length into me one last time, then kisses my forehead.
“Ready?” he asks, like we didn’t just practically burn up from the heat between us.
“One moment,” I tell him, heading to the bathroom. Quickly as possible, I touch up my makeup and will my nipples to go down. By the time I’m back in front of Gabe, I have control over my body again. “Now I’m ready.”
“You look gorgeous, by the way,” he tells me, handing me the flowers I dropped earlier.
I blush. I love that Gabe notices.
For dinner, Gabe tells me he’s taking me to an upscale restaurant that just opened. “And you were able to get reservations.”
He gives me a little smirk. “I happen to know the owner.”
I smile. Of course he does. I sometimes forget that I’m dating a man who is somewhat famous.
After dinner, Gabe drives me back to my place.
And the entire way, he can’t keep his hands off me.
Currently, he’s feathering his fingers over my dress, inching it up my thighs.
I want to admonish him, but I love when Gabe puts his hands on me.
As he inches toward the juncture between my thighs, he notices I’m not wearing any panties.
“Mmm, naughty woman.”
I look at Gabe and meet his searing gaze, shaking my head, then biting my lip.
“And no bra, either. Tsk, tsk,” he teases, a smirk on his face. He knows I’m not wearing a bra from earlier when he picked me up. As soon as he kissed me, my nipples pebbled, jutting out hard against the silk of my dress.
I did it just for him. And he knows it.
I let his hand wander, when he skims my pussy lips with his fingers.
Would he dare? A moment later, my question is answered when he pushes a finger through my slit and into my drenched pussy.
I look at Gabe and his face shows no sign of anything.
He keeps his eyes on the road. His finger teases my pussy and I almost come.
This feels so damn naughty and I’m so turned on.
Moving just a tiny bit, I widen my legs, giving him more access. And he takes it, pushing two fingers into me. I raise my hips and push his fingers even deeper.
“Gabe,” I mumble, my eyes about to roll back in my head.
He’s rubbing my G-spot and my legs hitch as my pussy weeps all over his hand.
He continues to stroke me, adding his thumb over my clit to the mix.
And soon, I’m coming, my pussy tightening on his fingers as I moan, my orgasm sweeping through me.
As I’m coming, Gabe doesn’t stop, just keeps teasing me, continuing my pleasure.
By the time I come down off my cloud, we’re parked in the lot of my condo building.
“Good?” he asks nonchalantly, like he didn’t just bring me to climax in his car. While he was driving. Good lord, this man!
I blow out a small breath. Hell yes, it was good. It was better than good. It was off the charts.
I nod and bite my lip.
“Good. That’s your first. The night’s still young,” he teases, getting out of the car.
He comes around and helps me out. My legs are a little wobbly and my dress is soaked. Thank god I can button my winter coat and hide my release. If someone were to see the wet spot on my dress, I think I’d die from embarrassment.
Back in my apartment, we discard our coats. And then he’s on me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. “Gabe!”
“Bedroom?” he asks, his hand slapping my ass, then rubbing his palm over the spot to soothe the sting. It’s enough to make my pussy weep even further.
“Last door on the right.”
Sitting me back on my feet, he takes my lips, eating at them like he’s starving.
Which is ironic since we just had each other this morning.
But you wouldn’t know it by the way he’s acting.
As he kisses me, he slides the straps of my dress down, exposing my nipples.
They’re already stiff peaks. He continues to kiss me, tweaking my nipples, his hands wandering to the hem of my dress.
Pushing it up, he exposes my slippery thighs, wet from my release.
Not even looking, he swipes a finger through my slit.
Just when I think he’s going to play with my clit, he removes his fingers and brushes my cum over my nipples, making them slick.
Pushing me back on the bed, he comes over me and sucks a cum-covered nipple into his mouth.
He slurps and sucks, clearly enjoying himself. My pussy is positively drenched.
“Please, Gabe,” I whisper. I need him inside me.
He finishes his ministrations and discards his clothes, freeing his hard dick to my hungry gaze.
Crawling over me, he gets between my legs and pushes inside.
I’m so full and I love it. He strokes in and out of me and I watch him as he enters me with every thrust. Just watching him has me so close to the edge.
“You like to watch?” he grunts, thrusting deep.
I nod.
“Look to your right.”
I look in the mirror and I can see as he thrusts in and out of me, his hard muscles flexing, his tattoos moving with the rhythm.
I watch until he growls under his breath, his large hands gripping my hips, then sliding under my backside.
Palming my ass cheeks, he lifts me into his arms, never slipping from my body.
Holding me, he turns around and sits down.
I’m on his lap, his dick still seated inside me.
He starts to thrust again and I lift my hips and meet him thrust for thrust. I’m so wet at this point, Gabe is slick from his abs to his thighs, and he glides easily in and out of me.
On the next thrust, I lean back and Gabe sneaks a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit.
He rubs it and I go off like fireworks, my climax exploding.
“I’m coming!” I cry out, my pussy clamping down on Gabe’s dick. He grunts and follows me over, his muscles clenching as he comes.
We’re both dazed from our releases and we cling to each other, his cheek resting against my chest. He mumbles something, but I can’t make out what he said.
“Hmm?”
“I love you,” he says softly, looking into my eyes.
I didn’t know Gabe felt like that. But I feel it, too. I stroke a hand over his cheek. “I love you too, Gabe.”
He moves me off his lap and deposits me in bed, then joins me. No other words are needed.
LC Holdings, Downtown Chicago
Layla
I arrive at work just in the nick of time. I’m meeting with potential investors in thirty minutes. Walking through the lobby, I head straight to my office. Or at least I try to. I’m cut off mid-way by Cora, who’s eyeing me.
“Good morning!”
“Morning.”
“How was your night?” she asks innocently. But I get the feeling it’s anything but an innocent question.
“Um, just fine.”
“Just fine?” she asks, like she knows what I did last night. Which was Gabe.
I purse my lips. “Yes. It was just another evening.”
She narrows her eyes at me as we walk. “Are you sure about that?” she pushes.
“Is there a reason you’re interrogating me?” I press, stepping into my office.
“You were with Gabe.”
There’s no use in denying it. But how did she know?
“Lucky guess.”
“Um, not so much. Look,” she tells me, swiping a couple of times, then flips her phone around so I can look at the screen.
Directly in front of me is a photo someone snapped of us at the restaurant last night. Okay, no big deal. “It’s just a photo, Cora.”
She shakes her head. “There’s more.”
I grab her phone and scroll down. The photo is on some gossip website that lies about celebrities all the time. The paragraph below the photo has the audacity to say that Gabe is seen with a mystery woman who is nowhere in his league. What??? How dare they!
“I know, right? Not in his league. They can fuck right off with that shit, Layla. You’re beautiful. You two look amazing together.”
“Thank you,” I mumble, sitting down. That took the wind right out of my sails.
“Don’t listen to them. They write that Elvis is still alive. It’s all about stirring the pot. Ignore them.”
“Why did you tell me?”
“To make you aware. Now you know. Stay vigilant.”
I nod. “Forward me the link?”
Cora taps her phone a couple of times. “Done.”
“I appreciate it. Now vamoose. I have a meeting in…” I say, looking down at my watch. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Laters,” Cora says, exiting my office. Now, time to get to work.
At the end of the day, I’m ready to head home, when Gabe appears in my doorway.
“Hey there, beautiful.”
“Gabe,” I breathe, happy to see him. It’s been a long day ever since Cora came into my office and showed me what she saw online.
“Miss me?” he says, walking into my office.
“Always,” I tell him, getting to my feet.
As soon as I round the corner of my desk, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply. Then, a cough sounds behind us and we break apart. Cora stands in the doorway, eyeing Gabe.
“You must be Gabe,” Cora says.
“Um, yes. And Gabe, this is Cora. My business partner and best friend.”
“Nice to meet you, Cora,” Gabe says, his arm possessively around my waist.
“Likewise. Layla has told me a lot about you.”
“I see. Hope it was good,” Gabe jokes, smiling.
“Oh, it definitely was,” she tells him, her eyes dropping to his crotch. Seriously, Cora?!
He laughs softly. “I’m just here to pick up Layla. Ready to go?”
“Yes, let me get my purse.”
Cora waits, her arms crossed defensively.
“Bye Cora, it was nice to meet you. We should all go out some time,” Gabe says, nodding to her ring finger.
That’s actually not a bad idea. “See you later, Cora,” I tell her, walking out with Gabe, his hand at my back.
“See you in the morning, Layla,” Cora replies.
While we wait for the elevator, I glance over my shoulder at Cora and she makes a gesture, like she’s squeezing ass cheeks. I laugh and shake my head, turning back around.
“I take it Cora is a bit of a skeptic.”
“She’s just a tad protective and wants me to be happy. That’s all. Once she gets to know you, she’ll warm right up to you. And going out to dinner with her and her husband is a great idea.”
“I figured as much.”
The rest of the drive to Gabe’s place is quiet. I’m tired from the day and he seems a bit subdued. Maybe he saw what I saw this morning?
“Gabe, we should talk.”
He glances over at me and looks worried. “About?”
“What I saw this morning.”
“And what did you see?”
“Cora showed me an article on some gossip website that had a picture of us on it. Basically, they said I was out of your league.”
He taps the breaks and pulls over into a parking stall. “Show me.”
I open the link and show him on my phone.
“Fucking hell. I’ll take care of this. Send me the link.”
Tapping a few times, I forward the link to him.
“Ignore it. I’ll have my agent get it taken down. It’s a load of bullshit,” he tells me, threading his fingers through mine.
True, but it still stings.
“Come home with me. Stay the night,” he growls softly, brushing his lips over my knuckles. “I’ll get this mess cleaned up and we’ll put it in the rearview.”
I relax, Gabe’s fingers still intertwined with mine. I have no doubt he’ll take care of it.