Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Gabriel moves, his hold on me tightening. His breathing doesn’t change, but he drags his chin over my jaw and kisses my ear. His beard grates my skin, making me aware of his masculinity in a rough, pleasant way.
“Morning, beautiful.” He nibbles on my earlobe and sweeps his palm over the goose bumps that break out on my skin. “Coffee?”
Gabriel is offering me coffee? I turn to face him, trying to read his expression, but his face is blank.
Without waiting for a reply, he swings his legs off the bed and gets to his feet. I don’t miss the flinch he tries to hide as he puts his weight on his damaged leg. His white shirt is crumpled, and his black hair sleep-messy. He looks gorgeous. I want to tell him how grateful I am that he didn’t leave me last night, how much I needed his arms around me after the intense way he treated my body, but he limps to the door and disappears before I can formulate the words.
I have another ten minutes before my alarm goes. Cuddling under the covers, I feel replete and strangely happy. A short while later, Gabriel returns with a cup of steaming coffee, the welcome aroma filling my room.
I prop myself up on the pillows to take it from him. “Thank you.” I’m not sure what else to say. It’s such an unexpected act.
“Milk, two sugars,” he says.
He knows how I drink my coffee? I blink at him, not sure if I should ask, but he doesn’t give me a chance. He wipes a thumb over my bottom lip, over the mark where I bit myself, and drags his heated eyes up to mine. From the way his cock hardens, he’s thinking about last night.
He checks his watch and angles his head away from me. “I’ll be out tonight. Don’t leave tomorrow without saying goodbye.”
The minute he walks out of my room, the air changes. A cold emptiness expands in my chest. Needing some warmth, I cradle the cup between my hands. I allow his act of kindness to warm my heart and fill my empty spaces. He’s a contradiction of sensations, a very bad kind of good.
* * *
Gabriel
When I walk into my study after lunch, Helga sits in my chair. How the hell did she get past security?
I click the door shut. “How did you get in?”
“Hi to you, too.” She leans back in my chair and crosses her ankles on my desk. Her dress rides up to her thighs, exposing black garter stockings. “Chill. Your mother let me in.”
I’ll have to have a word with Magda. For Carly’s sake, I don’t invite my bed partners home. Seeing her reminds me that I haven’t fucked a woman in a very long time, not since I took Valentina.
“Why did you come?” I approach the desk, irritated with her presence. “You know the rules.”
She pouts. “I miss you.”
“Carly’s home, for fuck’s sake.”
“You haven’t called. It’s not like you.”
I cross my arms and stare at her. I don’t owe her explanations. We fuck when we’re both in the mood, and that’s that.
“I need you, lover boy.”
“I’ve told you before, don’t call me that.”
She uncrosses her legs and plants a heel on each side of my desk. No panties. Her fanny is bare, shaved like I prefer. The wide posture gives me a prime view of the goods on offer.
“Tell me what to call you, ugly boy.”
Normally, Helga would have my balls in a knot with the act. By now, I would’ve had her bent over my desk. I would’ve spanked her pink before fucking her smart mouth, but not today.
My cock doesn’t stir. Not even a twitch.
“I’m busy.”
“It’ll only take five minutes.”
I smirk. “You know me better than that.”
“Okay,” she gives me a sly grin, “thirty if you make it a quickie.”
“You have to leave.”
“Throwing me out?”
“Don’t make me. It won’t be pleasant for either of us.”
She narrows her eyes. “Who are you fucking?”
“No one.”
“Come on. I know you. You can’t go a day without sex, let alone weeks.”
I don’t have time for this shit. I round the desk and stop next to the chair, intimidating her with my size and height. “I’ll ask you nicely one last time.”
She grabs my tie and pulls me down to her level. “You don’t scare me. Whatever you want to give, I can take it.”
A knock on the door interrupts us, but she doesn’t let go or break the stare. I’m going to be a first-class jerk. I give her a calculated smile.
“You won’t.”
“Watch me,” I whisper.
“It can be your daughter.”
Carly never knocks. It’s probably Quincy or Rhett. “Come in,” I call in a loud voice.
Helga’s eyes grow large. By now, she should know I never bluff. She brings her knees together and pulls down her dress, but not before the visitor who opens the door gets a full glimpse of her pussy.