He chuckled against my neck. ‘Yes I do. But I want you to tell me. What do you want?’
‘You know. You always know, Gabe,’ I pleaded.
‘Say it anyway, Sam,’ he growled as he slid one hand southwards, under the band of my underwear and down to my throbbing clit. He rubbed slowly. ‘Say it. Tell me what you want, baby.’
God, he was a fiend. ‘Fuck me, for God’s sake, fuck me,’ I gasped.
He removed his hand from between my thighs and I whimpered at the loss of his touch.
‘Let’s go to bed,’ he whispered as he took my hand in his and led me up the stairs.
Standing in the bedroom, Gabriel peeled his t-shirt from my body and threw it onto the floor. Then he hooked his fingers into the band of my lace underwear and slid them slowly down my legs, kissing each of my thighs in turn as he stood back up.
He was about to push me onto the bed when I placed a hand on his chest.
‘No,’ I said with a smile. ‘I want you naked first.’
He glared at me. He was in charge in the bedroom, he always had been. Despite that, he started to undo the buttons on his shirt. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. He peeled off his shirt and dropped it beside us. Then he went for his belt, and I felt a shiver running down the length of my spine as I remembered all the fun that we’d had with it in the past.
‘Not tonight, baby,’ he said with a smile and a glint in his eyes.
I watched him continue undressing until he was standing before me in all his naked glory. I felt faint as my heart started to pound in my chest and my clit throbbed to the same steady rhythm. His body should come with a health warning.
I looked over every inch of his rock hard body, glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. It was only that and his huge erection which betrayed his cool facade. He was desperate for it as much I was.
Before he could push me back against the bed, I leaned forwards, taking his cock in my hand and kissing the tip. I looked up at him and saw the fire in his eyes before I wrapped my mouth around his shaft. Licking and sucking as I cupped his balls and fisted him at the root with my other hand.
I listened to the guttural noises he made as I sucked him hard. Soon his hands were in my hair and he was fucking my mouth like he’d never get enough of me. Then he was pulling me away.
‘Fuck, Sam. Stop,’ he ordered but I ignored him and continued to pump and suck until he exploded hot and sticky into my mouth and down my throat.
I looked up at him. ‘So, pretty good?’ I asked as I licked my lips, recalling what he’d said about his ex-wife earlier.
‘No,’ he groaned. ‘That was fucking incredible.’
He pulled me up into a standing position and dragged his thumb across my lip before placing one of his hands on the back of my head. He crushed my face to his, kissing me greedily. ‘You taste so good with my cum in your mouth,’ he said when we came up for air.
I smiled at him and that was when I noticed the look in his eyes. ‘But I told you to stop and you ignored me,’ he growled.
I shrugged. ‘Seemed like you were enjoying yourself?’
He ran a hand down my cheek, along my neck until it was resting around the base of my throat. ‘I was, but I’ve hardly fucked you at all in eight long weeks. I should be buried deep inside your hot, tight little pussy right now instead of standing here with a limp dick.’
‘Sorry,’ I said with a flash of my eyebrows. ‘I’m sure it won’t stay limp for long. It never does.’
‘That’s not the point though, is it?’ he said.
‘Does this mean you’re not going to fuck me after all?’ I ran a hand down his muscular chest and towards his cock, which was already twitching back to life.
‘Oh you’re getting fucked,’ he said as started to caress my neck. ‘Hard.’
I swallowed as my abdomen contracted. I smiled at him but he continued to glower at me. Then he pushed me back onto the bed.
Crawling over me, he held me down by my wrists. Bending his head, he sucked one of my hypersensitive nipples into his warm, wet mouth. He nipped me lightly before moving to the other one and I yelped in pleasure.
‘Gabe,’ I panted. I wanted his head lower. Or his hands lower. Anything as long as he was there, easing the intense throbbing between my thighs. I lifted my hips to find some friction and relief on any part of his body, but he raised his hips too and I groaned in frustration.
‘You’re a devil,’ I snapped.
He chuckled as he continued suckling my nipples. ‘No, I’m patient – unlike you.’
‘You’re a monster. We’ve been apart for so long. Is it any wonder I’m impatient? I wonder if you’ve even missed me at all,’ I hissed.
It was unfair and I knew I was acting like a spoilt child, but I was desperate to feel him inside me. The events of the last two days were messing with my emotions too, and coupled with his constant torment, it was making me crazy.
His head snapped up and he stared at me. ‘You really think I haven’t missed you?’
I glared back at him defiantly. ‘Who knows?’
‘You’re a little firecracker tonight, aren’t you?’
I felt his erection pressing against my stomach but I turned my head away from him.
‘You just want me to fuck you then?’ He asked. ‘That will prove how much I missed you, will it? Not the fact that I have phoned you almost every single fucking day since you walked out on me. That I have made some pathetic excuse to see you as often as I could. I’ve put up with your smart-arse remarks, and mood swings and your constant refusal to have a grown up conversation about our future. You left me fucking swinging in the wind never knowing if I would ever get to even touch you again. Then you walk back in here tonight like nothing has happened and have the fucking cheek to suggest I haven’t missed you!’
I blinked back the tears. ‘Get off me,’ I hissed.
‘My fucking pleasure,’ he snapped and rolled off me. I jumped out of the bed and stalked out of the room, grabbing his T-shirt from the floor before I slammed the door.
Chapter 33
Gabriel
I lay with my hands behind my head as I listened to the door to the spare bedroom slam shut.
At least she hadn’t left altogether. Running was what Samantha did best.
I lay there for a few moments, listening to the sound of my heartbeat thumping in my ears. How had it all gone so wrong in a matter of minutes?
Samantha Donovan was the most frustrating woman I had ever met in my life. I should have just given her what she wanted. My need to be in control was greater than ever tonight and I wasn’t sure why. Maybe, I needed to prove that she was mine? Maybe, I needed to remind her that she was?
I sighed and wondered how long I’d have to leave her stewing in her own juice – quite literally – before I went after her. Because I would. I always did.
She had me by the balls. She never backed down. She didn’t have to because she knew I always would. That was the pattern we had become locked into and I wondered how, or if, we would ever break it. It was fucking exhausting. How could she even dare to suggest that I hadn’t missed her?
I looked up as the door opened, creaking softly in the quiet house. I watched as Samantha crept back inside the room. My heart contracted in my chest.
Here it was. Now she was about to tell me she was leaving – again, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do this time to make her stay.
She walked over to the bed and lifted the cover, taking me completely by surprise as she slipped underneath the duvet beside me. She pressed her naked body against mine and I let out the breath I’d been holding in.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered. ‘I swear these pregnancy hormones make me crazy.’
‘You’ve always been crazy,’ I said with a grin and she nudged me in the ribs. I rolled on top of her. ‘Me too.’
‘You too? Crazy or sorry?’
‘Both.’
‘I love you, Gabe. I’ve been so miserable wit
hout you. I know it was my choice, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Every single time I saw you or spoke to you a part of me wanted you to pull me into your arms and carry me back home. If I was a bitch to you it was because I had to push you away, because you have so much power over me. It terrifies me how much I need you.’
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘I will always be anything you need, Sam. You don’t ever have to be scared of your feelings for me. I will never do anything to hurt you again. I promise.’
She placed her hands on my face and nodded as she blinked back tears. ‘I know,’ she whispered before she pulled my face to hers.
Soon I was kissing her so hard I thought I might run out of breath. The throbbing in my cock which had been present since I’d first got home and saw her asleep on the couch, intensified to dangerous levels.
She opened her legs wide for me and I shifted between them until I was nudging at her opening. She gasped as I pressed against her.
She was so fucking wet. I loved how easy she made it for me to slide into her. She always took all I could give her without complaint or resistance, even when I knew she was tender. I knew that she loved to be fucked by me just as much as I loved to fuck her and I revelled in it. I would never get enough of her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me towards her.
‘Please, Gabe?’ she whimpered and this time I didn’t deny her. Thrusting myself deep inside her until there wasn’t a millimetre of space between us. We were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. She arched her back in pleasure as she took me to the hilt.
‘Jesus, Gabe,’ she breathed.
I drove into her over and over again, hitting at the sweet spot inside her that made her cry out my name. ‘I’m sorry, Sam. This is exactly what you needed, wasn’t it? A good fucking,’ I breathed in her ear. ‘It’s what we both needed.’
‘Yes,’ she whimpered.
‘You feel so fucking good, Sam. I’m not sure how long I can hold on.’
‘That’s okay, I’m almost there,’ she panted.
I kissed her neck and she dug her fingernails into my shoulders as she came apart around me, milking my cock with her hungry squeezes until I found my own relief.
Chapter 34
Samantha
I woke up tangled in Gabriel’s embrace and smiled to myself. This was where I belonged and it felt good to be back here. I listened to his soft breathing and stretched my arms gently, trying not to disturb him.
I failed miserably – he was such a light sleeper.
He opened one eye and grinned at me. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he growled as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me back to him.
‘Nowhere. I just needed to stretch,’ I laughed. ‘My legs are aching. I’m not used to such late night exertions any more.’
He nipped at my neck with his teeth. ‘Well, you’re going to get used to them again pretty quickly, baby. Because I am going to fuck you senseless every single chance I get.’
My insides clenched at his words. I couldn’t get enough of him.
His hand travelled southwards, settling between my thighs. His fingers slipped easily through my wet folds and he groaned in pleasure. ‘Fuck, Sam. I love how you’re always soaking wet for me.’
I whimpered as he taunted me with his fingers.
‘Spread your legs wider for me, baby,’ he ordered and I did as I was told.
My body obeyed his every command without question. He slipped his fingers inside me and I moaned loudly as he pumped me slowly, his thumb brushing over my clit and sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through my body.
‘You want fucking, baby?’ he growled.
‘Yes,’ I breathed.
‘Yes, what?’ he teased me.
‘Yes, Sir?’ I offered, lost on the brink of an orgasm.
He laughed out loud. ‘I was thinking of please, but I like sir much better.’ He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. ‘Slide onto my cock, baby, and show me how you want it.’
I took his hot, stiff length in my hand and squeezed, making him smile at me. Then I slid down onto him, as far as I could go, taking every inch of him and I watched in pleasure as his eyes rolled back in his head.
‘Fuck, Sam! You feel so fucking good,’ he groaned.
I lifted myself up before sliding back down onto him and he growled. Then his hands were on my hips and I realised that my momentary control was over. He was back in charge now, exactly how we both liked it.
He guided my hips, angling himself for just the right amount of friction and to make sure he hit that spot inside that made me completely come apart. His fingertips dug into the flesh on my waist and backside as he rolled my hips over his cock and I tipped my head back. My orgasm was about to crash over me and I felt it building deep in my core.
‘Come for me, baby,’ he ordered and I could do nothing but obey him. I cried out his name and with a few final thrusts, he ground out his own release until he spurted hot and heavy inside me.
I collapsed on top of him when we were both spent and he pulled my hair back from my face and kissed my forehead.
He was still inside me when he spoke again. ‘Will you let me deal with Milton, Sam?’ he asked.
I looked up at him. ‘Why?’
He frowned at me. ‘Why? Apart from him being a crazed psychopath?’
‘He only wants the money, and I can sort that out. It’s kind of my job,’ I reminded him as I slid off him and rolled onto my side.
He turned on his side so he was facing me. He dragged his knuckles across my cheek. ‘I know that. But we can have Nick draw up the papers. Why won’t you let me handle this for you?’
‘Because I can handle it myself.’
‘But that doesn’t mean you should. It doesn’t mean you have to. What would be so bad about letting me deal with this cunt and leaving you out of it? You don’t need the stress.’
‘I don’t know,’ I admitted. ‘I just …’
‘Sam, like it or not, you’re having my baby, and that means that I will do everything in my power to protect you both. I know that you can look after yourself, but I can look after you too. Please let me.’
I bit my lip as I stared at him. He was right, but it was hard to let go of that need to do everything for myself. It had been a part of me for so long, that it was almost like instinct.
‘Okay,’ I agreed. ‘I’ll let you and Nick draw up the papers and deal with Milton’s solicitors. But I want to be kept in the loop with everything. I don’t want to be shut out of decisions that are made about my life.’
He smiled at me. ‘You won’t be. And thank you.’
I snuggled my head against his chest. ‘You’re welcome.’
Chapter 35
Samantha
I walked into my office and put my briefcase down on the desk. Then I remembered I had forgotten my lunch. Gabriel had saved me a portion of his delicious chicken and chorizo pasta and I’d left it in the fridge.
Damn! I loved that stuff.
I took my phone out of my pocket and called him.
‘Hey, baby. Miss me already?’ he asked.
‘Yes. But not as much as I miss my lunch. I’ve forgotten it. Are you going back home this morning?’
‘I am. Would you like me to drop it off for you?’
‘Would you mind? I was really looking forward to it.’
‘Of course I don’t mind. I’ll swing by in an hour or so.’
‘Thank you,’ I purred.
‘Anything for you, baby,’ he said with a soft laugh. ‘I’ll see you soon.’
It was just over an hour later when Gabriel walked into my office, closing the door behind him before he placed the clear Tupperware container on my desk.
‘Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver,’ I smiled at him.
‘Any time,’ he said, but he didn’t smile. He glowered at me. His green eyes full of fire as they burned into my skin.
He stalked towa
rds me and I took a step backwards, bumping into my desk until I was perched on the edge of it.
‘Do you have any appointments this morning?’ he asked in that low gravelly growl that sent shivers down my spine.
‘No. Why? Are you okay?’
‘No, I’m not,’ he shook his head.
‘What’s wrong?’ I looked up at him. God, he was so intense sometimes.
His tongue darted out and he licked his lower lip as he edged ever closer to me, invading every inch of my personal space.
He bent his head low, so his mouth was resting against my ear. ‘I really need to fuck you,’ he breathed as he started undoing his belt.
My knees buckled at his words. ‘What? Now? In my office?’
‘Right now,’ he growled.
I swallowed. Wow!
He unzipped his trousers and his huge, beautiful cock sprung free. ‘I was driving over here and I thought about all of the times in the past eight weeks when I have been desperate to fuck you senseless and I couldn’t even touch you. It made me so fucking hard, baby. And then I realised that you belong to me, and that means I get to fuck you any time I want.’
Dear God!
He tugged at the belt on my wrap dress until it fell open. ‘Have I told you how much I love these dresses?’ he said as he slipped his hands inside and ran them over my hips. ‘They’re fucking perfect.’
‘Perfect how?’ I panted.
‘For easy access,’ he grinned. ‘And for my plan to fuck you everywhere and anywhere that takes my fancy.’
‘You’re a sex maniac,’ I hissed.
He slipped his hand between my thighs, tugging my underwear to one side and slipping two of his thick fingers inside me, making me groan out loud. ‘You’re the one whose dripping wet for me, baby.’
I ground myself against his fingers as he pressed his cock against me. ‘Fuck my fingers, baby. Show me how much you’ve missed me too.’
I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head against his shoulder as I ground my hips against his fingers.
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