Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Gabriel, I didn’t have sex with anyone other than myself and my own personal toys from the moment you had me go to that apartment on Perry Street until the night you showed up back at my place. How could I when all I could think about was whether or not what I was doing would please you?”
“You’ve never wanted to?”
“More than a handful of times, I’ve been approached here, in this club. But this is my place of business. And they weren’t you.”
I finally peer up at him and meet his gaze, a spark igniting there, a flame I know never really went out. His gaze drops for only a moment down to the collar he was never able to give me properly. With purpose, I pick it up and make my way to him.
I lift up my hair, presenting my bare neck, and emotions swell when Gabriel fits the collar around my neck, clicking the catch closed. Lowering it, I look up at him, at the honest emotion showing on his face.
“I could never be with anyone else, Gabriel. I’m yours. I always have been. I always will be.” A soft smile graces his lips, although there’s still so much to mourn in loss between us. So many years spent without each other.
His fingers slip down my jaw and then down my neck to my collar. To his collar around my neck.
“There’s a number of things I need to tell you,” he murmurs, his gaze traveling down my body, “but right now, I’m going to take off your clothes. I’m going to take my time. And then I’m going to worship your body the way it deserves. I’m going to fuck you against the wall, and then if there’s time, against the other wall. If not . . . well, we’ll do this tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, until every surface in your office has felt the touch of our bodies.”
He pulls me in, kissing me on the lips with the same forceful tenderness that sets my heart afire. I kiss him back, mewling like his kitten when he takes my hands and places them behind my back. Clasping my wrists together, it all feels so familiar as Gabriel slowly unbuttons my dress, easing the silk off my shoulders to fall back, almost lightly binding my arms together with my clasped wrists the way they are.
“One thing you’ve kept,” he murmurs, laying feather-soft kisses along the line of my throat, “a taste for fine lingerie.”
“It reminds me of you,” I reply, gasping as Gabriel unhooks my bra and captures my right nipple. Everything reminds me of him. He’s gentle yet slightly rough, his teeth just barely caressing as he undoes the final button on my dress and lets the material puddle to the floor at my feet. “Gabriel . . .”
“You can say whatever you want,” he tells me as he lifts me in his arms, and I gasp, quick to hold onto his strong shoulders. For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to carry me to my desk and eat me out like he used to when we would do this in his office. But instead, he carries me to the small loveseat I keep in the corner.
It’s just the right size as Gabriel lays me against the white leather, pushing my legs apart. “Hold your knees, my love,” he says, and just his new word for me has me eager to obey. Gabriel leans in, kissing my lips before trailing kisses in a straight line down between my breasts and over my stomach to the edge of my panties.
I think he’s about to go down on me, but instead, Gabriel tugs my panties to the side and then strokes my clit with such gentle fingers that my head falls back at the first touch. Gabriel knows just how mind altering a feather-light stroke can be. He uses that touch, not a tickle but not a massage, to bring my body to the very edge in just a few minutes.
I moan, and his name on my lips is a plea as I get closer and closer.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks me.
“You, Sir,” I breathe the answer.
“Who has your heart?” It beats harder in my chest as he asks me something he never has before.
“You, Sir.” Heat floods through me. He doesn’t relent.
“Whose heart do you have?”
I only hesitate a moment, and he does the same, pausing his motions. “Yours, Sir,” I answer, and he continues. He kisses my inner thigh and runs the tip of his nose down my sensitized skin.
“Do you want to come?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Yes, Sir. But . . .”
“Yes, my love?” Gabriel asks, his fingertip just making contact with my clit and sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through me.