His laughter reverberates against my shoulder. “Would you rather I rip your clothes off? Because I can and I will.”
“I like this dress,” I whisper, but it doesn’t sound even a little convincing. His words squeeze my core, and the pressure and need pulses through me as he comes back around to face me. I tilt my head up to look at him and wonder if he knows I’m already wet or that I’m anticipating what’s bound to happen between us. I already know Gabe is damn good with his hands, now I get to see if he’s as good at using his cock to get me off.
Silently, he hooks his fingers under the straps on my shoulders. He pulls the top of my yellow sun dress down, inch-by-inch, his hazel eyes following the fabric’s slow descent. The material lands in a pool around my feet, leaving me in nothing but lace panties and a skimpy bra.
He takes a moment and allows his eyes to trail down my body. “You are downright fuckable—curves in all the right places.”
“You’ve seen me in a bikini,” I point out with a little smile. “You know, all those mornings you refused to take your ass to another part of the beach?”
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t?” He gives the juncture of my thighs one more heated look then snaps his hazel eyes up to mine. He slips his index finger into the cup off my bra and traces my nipple until it pebbles and I’m letting out gasps that burn my throat. “Seeing you in a bikini doesn’t even come close to this, though. It’s hard to keep my hands off of you. You’re so soft everywhere, it’s fucking incredible, Maggie. You’ve been the star of all my fantasies for weeks—every single one. I’ve had to jerk off every night since I’ve met you.”
His naughty words coupled with knowing I’ve been on his mind while he pleasured himself causes a tingle between my legs. My mouth drops open, and a cocky grin spreads across his face.
“Who would’ve thought I’d ever make you speechless.” He skims his hand down the front of my body, stopping to circle his thumb around my belly button, and then cups my sex. A low moan vibrates through me as he rubs a finger over my panty-covered clit. “You like that I fuck my own hand when I think about you, don’t you?”
I could deny it, but with how soaked my panties are, Gabe will know I’m lying. With him, my body and that harsh throbbing in my chest do all the talking. I lick my lips carefully, getting more and more turned on by the second while he rubs slow, deliberate circles against my clit. “I do.”
He bites his bottom lip to suppress his satisfied grin as he shoves my panties aside and slips his finger between my wet folds. “Do you touch yourself while you think of me?”
Again, I could lie, but somehow it’s like Gabe will know exactly what happens every day in the shower. That I make myself come while I think about him. So I nod. “I do,” I say again.
“That’s my girl.” He continues to massage my clit with one hand while he wraps his fingers around my wrist with the other. Keeping our stares locked, he moves my hand to the front of his pants, splaying my palm over his erection. He’s big, hard and big, and I hold my breath as my fingers trace his dick through the rough material. “You drive me crazy.”
I drive him crazy? He’s not the one half-naked and trembling with desire in the middle of his home office. When I try to let him know that, it comes out as more of a guttural moan.
“Speechless again, beautiful.” Chuckling, he leans in and licks my top lip. “Since I’ve tasted your lips, no one else gets me hard but you. Nobody else can do anything for me but you. I think it’s time we finish what we started because I’m half-tempted to fuck you right here, right now, on this desk.”
He continues to work my clit and has me teetering on the brink of orgasm, so I’ll agree to anything he wants as long as he doesn’t stop doing what he’s doing. “Yes,” I hiss. “You’re the only one I … the only man I’ve—”
His mouth crashes into mine, cutting me off, as we tear off each other’s clothes—the buttons of his casual button-up scattered all over the floor and my poor panties ripped clear off my body in the frenzy. He lifts me up and sits my ass on the desk, knocking the air out of my lungs. My arms go around him. He gathers my hair in one hand and pumps the other over his cock.
“I want you,” I say clearly, and he lets out a sound that’s half-groan, half-growl.
“God, beautiful, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that.” He pushes himself between my legs. The thick head of his cock nudges against my entrance, begging to be let in, so I rest my feet on the edges of his desk, bend my knees, and spread my legs wider, inviting him inside. He sinks into me with a grunt, his hand in my hair tightening.
I cry out, not from pain, but from the way he feels inside of me. So full. So right. “Gabe! Oh, God!”
“Fuck,” he breathes against my collarbone. “I wasn’t expecting you to be this tight.”
The tips of my nails dig into his back as I stretch around him. It feels good—so damn good—and my skin is on fire as he rocks against me, the outline of his body slicking against the insides of my thighs. “Why did it take us so long to do this?” I moan.
He growls and nips my bottom lip while he pumps in and out of me. “Because you like to punish us both.” He drops my hair around my shoulders and arches me back, thrusting deeper into me. I pant. And then, I gasp when he reaches down to where our bodies connect and grinds one fingertip against my clit. “It was worth it, though. You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Now, you’re mine.”
The word mine echoes around in my brain, and if I’m being honest, I love the idea of being claimed. Ryan never made me feel like this—desired. Wanted. Needed. The way Gabe’s staring at me when he says I belong to him makes me feel like he means it.
The combination of his skillful hands and naughty words has me teetering on the brink of orgasm already.
“I’m yours, huh?” I manage to say even though it sounds breathless and like one, jumbled up word. He drops his head to my breast, tugging my nipple between his teeth. When I repeat the question, he slowly lifts his head, his dark hair brushing my bare chest. He nods, and a sexy grin quirks the edges of his mouth.
“One hundred percent mine.” And then he returns his attention to my breasts, flicking his tongue over each nipple, weighing both in the palm of his free hand, blowing hot breaths against my flushed skin. “I can’t get enough of you, Maggie.”
The pit of my stomach flutters, my core tightens. I let my head fall back and my mouth drifts open. “Gabe…” I murmur, moving my hips against his.
“That’s it, beautiful. Let go and come for me,” he rasps in my ear.
Gabe hand snakes up my back and then his fingers tangle in my hair again before his teeth graze the bare skin on my neck. He continues to thrust his hips, driving himself into me at a delicious pace while he plays with my clit and a euphoric wave of pleasure washes over me.
I claw at his back and scream out his name until I’m hoarse. It doesn’t take long before he follows suit, and a primal growl rips up from his throat as he comes inside me.
We stay there, both panting, staring into one another’s eyes. Both of us seem to be trying to digest what the fuck just happened between us.
Sex with Gabe was intense and amazing. Everything I imagined it would be. I’m wondering if that’s all a relationship between us will ever be—great sex. And for some reason, I’m hoping it’s not.
14
Gabe
I wasn’t lying when I told Maggie I couldn’t get enough of her. Honestly, I can’t. Now that she’s in my system, I know I won’t be able to let her go so easily.
I lose count of the number of times I get her off—on my desk, in my bed, against the wall between my office and my bedroom—but it doesn’t take long to realize I’ve met my match with this woman. We’re barely even getting started, and I’m already fucking obsessed with her.
Marriage—fake, real, whatever—with Maggie is going to be fun.
“That was—” She starts in a raspy growl, her tan legs quaking as she climbs off of
me. Raking her fingers through her hair, she collapses back on my sheets. She starts to pull the blankets around her, but I grasp the edge.
“You cover your body and I’ll put you across my knee.”
Those long lashed eyes flick over me, but then she untangles her fingers from the cover and I tug it back down, kicking it to the floor. I devour the sight of her body, every curve and angle, and when I sweep my gaze back to hers, she giggles. It’s the first time I’ve heard that sound come from her, and it gets me hard all over again.
“You’re bossy,” she whispers.
“And you’re beautiful.” I come to a sitting position, spread her knees far apart and ease myself between her legs. Leaning back, I stroke my fingertips over the smooth flesh of her thighs. “You’re still shaking,” I muse.
“I can’t help it.” My fingers climb higher, to her pussy, and she closes her eyes and arches her back. A ball forms in my throat as I watch her. Her breasts heaving up and down as her breath quickens. One hand coming up to cover her face. The other skimming down, lower and lower, until it covers mine. “God, Gabe, what are you doing to me?”
I take her hand in mine. “You want me to stop?” She uncovers her face and lifts her head from the pillows. She’s so beautiful like this, with her hair tumbling around her face and her cheeks flushed. Licking her lips, she shakes her head.
“No. Please, don’t stop.”
I grin. “Say it again.” She does, and I move our fingers together over her clit. “One more time.” It comes out as more of a breathy gasp because I unravel our fingers and slide one of mine deep inside of her. She grinds her hips, the slow rhythm intoxicating me.
“More?” I demand. She pumps her head up and down, so I add another finger, arching with every other plunge. Her pussy contracts around me, and I let out a guttural groan. When she starts to move her hand away from her clit, I shake my head. Stop her. Use my other hand to cover hers and rub shallow circles over the little nub. “Don’t stop, beautiful.”
She nods again and whimpers something incoherent and I grin as I pull both my hands away from her. She lets out a frustrated sound. Then immediately replaces it with a hoarse moan when I dip my head between her legs and lap hungrily at her fingers and her clit. She bucks her hips wildly against me. “Fuck,” she pants.
“Yes, we will,” I answer. I race my tongue from the back of her finger and down her wet slit. Circle it around the opening of her pussy. Go fucking crazy at the taste of her. I glance up to find her staring back at me with dazed eyes. “I promise we’re going to fuck but let me give you this first.”
“Mmm.”
“Mmm?” I tease. I flick my tongue out again and her fingers stiffen. I blow softly against them, fanning her cunt with my breath. “Is that all you’ve got to say?”
“More.”
“That’s better.” I land a kiss on the inside of one thigh. A tiny nip on the other that makes her gasp. And then a roll of my tongue deep inside her pussy that leaves her thighs trembling around the sides of my head. The noises she makes are unlike anything I’ve ever heard—raw moans that sound like they’re coming from deep in her gut. It’s so fucking delicious that I don’t even give a shit when she moves her fingers from my clit to twist them deep into my hair. “Do you want more?”
“Y-yes.” But she’s already coming. And hard. She shudders from head to toe, grasping my hair and pulling me deeper into her. I inhale her. Taste until she’s lying still and her hands are slack on each of my shoulders. I kiss the insides of her thighs one last time before I chuckle and slide up her body to slant my lips over hers. When I pull away, framing her face in my hands, she gives me a lazy smile. “You’re a beast, Carter,” she sighs.
“Is it too much?”
She clears her throat and moves her head from side to side, her hair a dark canvas over the white pillows. “God, no.”
Her eyes widen when I grip the outsides of her thighs. I roll her over me in one swift motion, loving the way she looks on top of me. Like a perfect fucking fit. “Good,” I say.
I wake up the next morning before she does, and it takes every drop of self-control I possess not to get her up for more, but she’s too perfect to disturb. Which makes me question my sanity because my dick is going to hate me for the rest of the day for not bothering her and going for another round. I take a shower and when I return to my bedroom, she’s sitting up in the bed, her hair tangled around her shoulders as she rubs the sleep away from her green eyes.
“Your fifteen minutes too late with that wake up,” I say dryly, and a dark flush stains her cheeks. I like seeing Maggie blush—damn, I love seeing her skin grow hot because of me. “Good morning, beautiful.”
She yawns into her elbow as she scoots to the edge of the bed. “I swear I don’t normally sleep this late. I, ah, got used to getting up at five-ish for PT, but I’m still kind of screwed up from the time change.”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” I say, but then my eyes narrow when she bundles the sheets around her body. “Well, except for that. It should be illegal for you to wear clothes or a sheet when we’re behind closed doors. Your body is perfection, Maggie. Everything about you is, and I hate seeing you cover up all that”—I frown, searching for the right word—“goodness.”
She laughs. “Goodness?”
“The fucking best.”
She turns redder, but I mean every word. Maggie’s body is exquisite, toned in all the right places and curvy everywhere else. I could spend all day watching her strut around without a scrap of clothing on and consider myself productive. Unfortunately, that plan goes to shit when my phone buzzes on the dresser and I pick it up to see an email from Vivi. By the time I finish reading it, my scowl is so deep that Maggie’s eyebrows arch and she pauses just a few feet from the bathroom door.
“Everything okay, Carter?”
“We’re back to last names? I thought after last night you’d—”
“Gabe,” she corrects through her teeth, and my scowl melts into a grin. “You were frowning. Is everything all right?”
I take one last look at my phone then lift my shoulder into a shrug. “It’s Vivi. She’d love to get another exclusive interview with baseball’s bad boy and his island girl. In person.”
Maggie clenches her teeth a little harder. “Your island girl?”
“Her words, not mine.” I lay my phone face down on the dresser and rap my fingers on the wood. Before I can say a word, Maggie speaks up.
“She’s got a lot of pull, huh?” When I glance over at her, she continues, “I mean, she has a big reach. We want to sell this thing, then she’s a good one to do it?”
“Unfortunately.” My jaw goes slack as I watch Maggie tiptoe across the bedroom floor. She’s still wearing the sheet, but it’s draped around her waist and her breasts jiggle in a way that will be permanently ingrained in my mind. My cock swells beneath the towel, so I clear my throat. “Ripping my exploits apart during my career made her, so her readers are ravenous for more Gabe Carter stories.”
Maggie leans her shoulder against the bathroom door frame and worries her bottom lip between her teeth. I nearly groan out loud because she looks so hot doing that, and my dick is going crazy with need for her. “So, let’s do the interview. You should have her come here for our engagement party.”
I lift my brows so she keeps going, slowly walking across the room toward me. “We have to have an engagement party, Carter. Don’t you want to tell the world how in love we are?” By the time she’s finished speaking, she’s right in front of me, so I give in. I fist my hand around the top of the sheet and jerk her to me. She gasps, and the corner of my mouth lifts. “If we’re going to sell this as real, we have to go all the way.”
But she doesn’t sound so sure of herself anymore. She’s breathless and trembling, especially once my head dips to hers. My smirk widens when her lips automatically part. “You’re selling it pretty goddamn well,” I say roughly when I pull away, and she blinks a few times. T
hen she snatches the sheet out of my hand and stalks to the bathroom. I’m still laughing when I hear the shower start.
Once she’s dressed—in one of my old tee shirts and a pair of my running shorts that she has to roll up several times to fit—she insists on leaving the suite well before me, but I shake my head. “Remember, beautiful, we’re selling this as real,” I say with a wink before opening the penthouse door for her and linking our fingers together. “We ride down together and I’ll walk you back to your place.”
Dozens of emotions pass over her face as we head to the elevators together but none of them cut me as much as the one she gets when the car stops on the next floor down. Just in time for us to witness her douche of an ex stumbling out of an executive suite, laughing like an idiot and pulling one of the maids close to him.
I stop the doors from sliding closed and step out, unwilling to let this one go.
Does this shithead have any shame? He was just at a party yesterday with her cousin and now he’s here, with another woman. Maggie shuffles out of the elevator and into the hall, her eyes wide, as she watches the two of them stroking each other like they’re being filmed for amateur porn.
I can’t look away either but I’m not in shock. I’m just pissed. I tell myself it’s more because they’re in the middle of my hallway groping each other than Maggie’s reaction to him. When I clear my throat, Ryan breaks apart from the maid and does a double take when he sees me with his ex-girlfriend.
“Ah—” he starts, but I cut him off because he’s given me exactly what I’d hoped for when I spoke to him yesterday. This time, though, he can’t threaten me with some bullshit lawsuit.
“You’re fired.” I look behind him, to the maid who’s ducking her head like I won’t recognize her. This place might be expanding, but I remember all my employees. “You too. You want to fuck around? Do it on your own time or pay for a room. Don’t do it on my time or my dime. Since these rooms go for nine hundred a night, I’ll be sure to take it out of your final paycheck.” Before either can say another word, I draw Maggie away from them, ignoring Ryan’s complaints. “You’ve got five minutes to get the fuck out of my hotel. Then I’ll send security after you.”
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