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“Yes...so happy,” I say as another orgasm rockets through my body, squeezing him. Gabriel continues to circle my clit, wringing every ounce of my orgasm out of me, his own body twisting and thrusting until he too freezes. I feel him jerk deep inside me, coating my insides once more with his cum. He collapses onto my back, breathing hard.

“Good girl,” he says as he withdraws from me.

The exact words the character used in the book I was reading. Unlike the fictional character, however, Gabriel wipes away the evidence, pulling my skirt back into place before turning me around and straightening my bra and blouse.

“Panties?” I ask.

The wicked glint in his eyes is all the answer I need.

The distinct sound of the elevator door opening makes us both freeze.

Chatter appears, followed by the distinct sound of the door being tried. A key rattles in the lock.

“Shit.”

I straighten my hair and scoot around Gabriel’s desk, dropping into the chair opposite him as he does the same, zipping himself up as he throws the evidence into the bin.

The door opens, and the cleaner steps in, freezing at the sight of us.

“Oh, sorry,” he says. “I’ll come back later.”

“If you don’t mind, thank you,” Gabriel says, his attention focused on his screen.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from laughing.

The door closes, and Gabriel looks up, his eyes sparkling.

“I can understand the thrill,” he says, as I giggle.

We narrowly escaped getting caught having sex in his office! Who am I, and what have I done with the professional Leah of old?

CHAPTER 46

GABRIEL

“Of course, send him up.”

I hear Amanda’s voice on the telephone and wonder who’s about to appear.

The elevator pings, and I wait patiently. My attention today is a little off-par. Leah is wearing the same suit she wore last week when I spread her out over my desk. The memory is playing havoc with my concentration. It’s strange because it’s not like I’m sex-starved. Since falling pregnant, Leah’s been insatiable. Not that I’m complaining. Thinking back to Monaco, she was insatiable then. I smile at the memory. I love how wanton she is, how she feels, coming on my dick, how she’s unafraid to tell me what she needs.

An enormous bouquet walks past my door.

“What the?”

Those legs definitely do not belong to my brother.

I’m on my feet before I can stop myself.

All eyes on the floor follow the stranger and the flowers, and they stop outside Leah’s office. It’s only then I see the face of the person responsible.

What the hell is Vince doing here? Why is he bringing Leah flowers?

My stomach drops, and a sour taste fills my mouth.

Leah’s door opens, and her face is a picture of shock. Her response settles some of my unease.

“What are you doing here, Vince?” she asks.

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