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"Gabe…" I clung to him while he rubbed his fingers more firmly over my pussy.
"Lexie." He pushed my panties aside and slid his fingers over my seam. "You're so wet." He traced circles around and over my clit before pressing a finger inside me. "Do you like that?"
"Yes," I said breathlessly. "I like it so much. Just like that." He rubbed his thumb over my clit while pushing a second finger inside me.
"Come for me," he said softly. "Come for me like a good girl."
His words shattered me into a thousand pieces of bliss. Each better than the last. I drew my lower lip between my teeth and bit down to keep myself from crying out.
He went on massaging me inside and out until I flopped down into his arms, trying to catch my breath.
"I knew you could sing beautifully," he said. "So perfect." He slid his fingers out of me and pulled my panties back in place before straightening my dress and smoothing it.
"That was…" I had no words for what it was.
"It was," he agreed. "We should get back before someone misses us." He sounded like that was the last thing he wanted, but he was right.
We didn't need his mother sending a search party to look for us and find us here. If they did, it was pretty obvious what we were doing.
I had no regrets, but I sensed his mother might be annoyed at the timing, if she found out. I'd like to say that didn't bother me, but I cared about Gabe. That meant trying to keep her onside.
If that was possible.
CHAPTER 10
GABRIEL
"Are you going to introduce me to your date?"
I was surprised it took my mother so long to ask. She had hovered nearby for at least the last half an hour. She’d spoken to all the people around her, but I hadn't missed her eyes following me, aware of where I was the entire time. My father was beside her, pretending to be interested in the whole event. This kind of thing was even less his jam than it was mine.
I turned to my mother and forced a smile. "Of course. Mother, this is Lexie. Lexie, this is my mother, Irena Ellison." I stood back a little while both women appraised each other. Mother looking unimpressed, Lexie looking undeterred.
"It's nice to meet you." Lexie held out her hand. "Gabe has told me all about you."
Mother arched an eyebrow at me. "I'm sure he has." She gripped Lexie's hand and shook it. "No doubt, all of it was positive. Gabriel has always been the dutiful son."
"I don't remember him specifically saying anything bad about you, so I guess he must have only said nice things." Lexie smiled sweetly.
I groaned inwardly. I was hopeful they'd get along, but they were both strong minded women who didn't back down. I wouldn't change that about Lexie and certainly couldn't change it about my mother, but if they were going to be at each other's throats, that would make the whole situation more difficult.
Mother took back her hand and looked as though she'd just bitten into something sour. "How did you say you met?"
"We didn't," I interjected. "I met Lexie through work. She has some exciting ideas to improve staff morale." My mother was all for that. Happy workers were productive workers, who made us more money. She didn't care how any of that came about, as long as it did.
"I don't recall seeing her in the office." Mother gave Lexie a scrutinising look through narrowed eyes.
"I'm a freelancer," Lexie said. "I work with all sorts of people. My job is to find out where they need to go and figure out the best way to get them there." That wasn't inaccurate. She did all of that, just not necessarily in the way she implied.
Mother hummed under her breath. "So you think you know what our needs are in our office, and how to get us there?"
"Absolutely," Lexie said enthusiastically. "What every office needs. A good work/life balance." She bit back a smile, obviously remembering our silly conversation about work/stick figure balance.
She glanced at me and we shared a moment of mutual amusement. Our own private joke.
"That does seem to be the catchphrase of the decade," my mother said. "The desire to work the least amount of time possible. A good work ethic has gone straight out the window, wouldn't you say?"
"Actually, it's been proven that working only four days a week, with set hours, increases productivity," Lexie said. "But I'm sure you know that. Is your office looking to make a change like that soon?"
