Chapter 7 #2
“Princess.” He practically growls the word, sounding more like Alex than Gabe. The word, the neediness, the pleasure in his tone unravels me. I yank at his tie, then the top button, swooping in to kiss the hollow of his throat.
He adjusts his footing and then stands, depositing me back onto the conference table. We tug at each other’s clothing with an urgency I’ve never felt before. Like I might die any minute and he’s my salvation.
With the top of my dress tugged just below my breasts, he lifts his head just long enough to give me a thorough once-over that makes my stomach and my pussy clench.
His hands flex into my sides, a clear message of need.
He wants me naked and all to himself. Heavens help me, I want the same thing.
To be stretched out beneath him. On top of him. Any and every way he wants me.
Then he ducks his head, those sandy blond locks falling forward as he trails the tip of his tongue along the sheer edge of my bra. Holy moly. He really is a master of pacing. Speeding up just to slow us down. I’m dripping for him, and I still have my panties on.
The hard tabletop bites into my ass, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters is getting this dress out of the way. Next time, King needs to pick something with more give. A smile curves my lips. Maybe he did this on purpose. I honestly wouldn’t put it past him.
Wondering if King picked the form-fitting sheath to make Gabe lose his mind is tantalizing.
When Gabe sucks my left nipple into his mouth, laving the aching tip through the lace, I gasp.
Liquid fire spreads through me, pooling beneath my belly button.
I wrap my legs around one of his, holding on tight.
He leans me back further, making a meal of me.
One breast to the other, teasing my nipples through my bra, driving us both to a fever pitch in the process.
When I’m flat on my back, his hands smoothing up and down my sides, I’m breathing hard. My hands grab any inch of him I can, which isn’t much as he moves south.
“He did this on purpose,” he grouses, trying to shove the skirt up over my hips.
A giggle bubbles up my throat, and he shoots me a hot look through dark lashes. I love that his mind went to the same place mine did. That we both know what a mischief King can be. That we’re back on the same page. “Probably.”
“He’s going to pay for it later.”
The dark declaration sends a wild curl of desire through my veins, settling in my clit. “What are you going to do?”
“You’ll see.”
“Will I?” I let my head drop back and stare up at the ceiling as I kick my heels off.
We work together to shimmy, lift, and basically shove our clothing out of the way.
I reach for the button of his trousers and make quick work of freeing him.
Like, world record fast. I close a fist around his hard and oh-so-ready cock.
Air hisses through his teeth as he sucks in a sharp breath.
His chin drops to his chest with a needy groan, and his fingertips flex into my thighs.
“Need you,” I breathe, spreading my legs.
“Same, but I want you ready.”
His hands immediately zoom to the fabric covering my pussy, and he swipes a thumb over my clit. My hips buck, and I lose my grip on his cock.
Gabe chuckles. “Needy little thing.”
Glaring down my body at him, I whimper. Then slap a hand over my mouth because damn, girl, have a little pride. That only makes him smirk harder and jerk my panties to the side.
“Are you wet for me, Princess?” He swipes a finger through my lower lips, moisture easing the way.
“Mhmm.” I skim my hands up my sides, cover my breasts.
He drives a finger deep, making sure I’m prepared. I glance at the door, sending up a silent prayer that no one comes back for a snack. Or anything else.
Gabe notices my attention and leans closer as he replaces his finger with the head of his cock. One slow swipe down my slit to coat himself, then he’s pushing inside. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
I nod, so eager to feel him inside me again, I’m almost tearing up. “Gabe—”
“Princess.”
Oh, he’s back to his old, confident, cocky-assed self. Thank god.
“Fuck me.” I grab the edges of his suit jacket and yank him down and forward.
His dark laugh fans over my lips, and I lift my head to kiss him. To beg him to wash away the last week. To replace all the terrible memories with something better. With my ass teetering at the edge of the table, he thrusts deep. One long, smooth stroke that fills my pussy.
I sigh into his mouth and chase the sound with my tongue. He sucks me inside, and delight explodes through my brain. Moaning, we parry back and forth. He grinds that magnificent cock into me, over and over.
Wrapping my thighs around his back opens me to even deeper thrusts. He slips his hands beneath my back and clamps his hands over my shoulders, anchoring me for the brewing storm. I know exactly what’s coming. Welcome it.
Tearing his lips from mine, he puts every bit of his energy into pounding me, the beefy head of his cock teasing me just right. Biting my lower lip, my eyelids shut as I chase my orgasm.
“So close,” I breathe.
“I know, sweetheart,” he whispers back. “Feel you clamping my dick.”
I’m not sure my vagina’s ever going to be the same after this.
We’re pressed so tight, my clit is actually getting a little action too.
And if he wasn’t holding me still, his hips would be shoving me across the tabletop.
Heck, I’d probably end up in a heap on the floor on the other side of the room.
Suddenly, he straightens, pulling out. “Flip over, Princess.”
Oh, gosh. I’m not even sure I can stand at this point. My muscles are lust drunk, my knees weak, but those talented hands help me up, turning my hips. A palm coasts over whatever bare skin he can touch, pushing me forward until I’m flattened, hands braced on either side of my breasts.
Then he’s back, sliding deep. Pumping hard, he groans softly and tangles a hand into the French twist at the back of my head. My eyes prickle at the delicious sting of pain.
I have a single second to worry about walking out of here with ‘just fucked’ hair. A single second, and then my G-spot lights up like a fireworks show. I bite the edge of my fist to keep from crying out.
Gabe’s hips slam against my ass once more. Twice. Then he stills, buried deep, cock releasing jet after jet of hot cum. We stay locked together, chests heaving. His zipper bites into my ass cheek.
Thoroughly spent, he pulls out, brushing a kiss against my spine. We melt onto the floor next to each other, breathing hard and blissed out.
“I’m never going to look at this room the same way again,” I say around gasps for air. How am I so winded when I didn’t do any of the work?
“Same.”
Only then do I glance up at the corners of the room, ice washing through me as I expect to see security cameras. But I don’t.
That’s right. Like the Chanler & Cort building, the offices that house Winter-Farmington are stuck in the last century. I’ve never been so thankful for the lapse in updates before.
That orgasm was worth the potential for leaked X-rated videos.
His phone buzzes again. “I guess we should go put his mind at ease.”
“In a minute.” I glance around for my shoes. “I’m still trying to figure out if I can stand.”
“I’ll carry you.”
“How can you walk?” How could anyone walk after that? I feel like I’m literally made of Jell-O. Strawberry-flavored, of course.
“You’re right. We’ll go home eventually.”
“Eventually,” I agree with a dreamy smile.
A few minutes later, he knocks his shoulder against mine, and I try not to wonder when the last time this carpet was shampooed. “But if it gets your juices flowing, I’ll pretend to fight with my best friend over you.”
Quickly, I shake my head, unsure where I find the energy or muscles, for that matter. “Please don’t.”
“That’s right. You don’t like being in the spotlight.”
Did I tell him that?
He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his side. We’re such a mess. Me with my dress askew and him with his slacks gaping open.
“Being the center of three men’s worlds is an odd place for you to be.”
Something flares in my chest, white hot, and a tiny gasp escapes my lips as I tip my chin up to look at him. Am I dreaming?
I’ve got to be. This whole day has been… pretty much a fantasy. And if I’m dreaming, I might as well go for broke.
“Am I? The center of your world?”
He holds my gaze for a long, stomach-twisting moment. “Yeah. You are.”