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She sips from her water and then sets her bottle down. “Actually, yes, before I realized I was going to need to hire your brother, I did, but we’ll pretend I didn’t.”
“No, we won’t,” I say. “No one else gets you. You’ll come to work for us.”
“Gabe, don’t.”
“I’m not letting you go someplace else and compete with me. Come win with me and our team. We’re damn good and—”
“You’re doing it again. I don’t want to be your kept woman. I don’t want that to be us.”
“That’s it,” I say, taking the pizza from her hands and setting it on the plate before I stand up and take her with me. “You don’t get to judge us by you and your ex. You don’t. If you do—”
“If I do what?”
“There’s a price.”
She frowns. “What price? And why do I feel like I’m not going to like the answer.”
“You don’t know me well enough yet or you’d know just how much you’re not going to like my answer.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just know that you can’t take care of me. I need to take care of me. I don’t want money for a job I don’t earn and—”
I pick her up and she yelps as I throw her over my shoulder and start walking toward my bedroom. “Time for that price you must pay,” I say.
“What does that even mean? Put me down. The T-shirt is falling to my neck.”
I squeeze her naked backside that her T-shirt falling has exposed and she grabs my pants. “Gabe.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Gabe and no one else.” I walk up the stairs leading to my bedroom where I plan to give her plenty of reasons to forget her ex and to remember me.
Chapter twelve
Gabe
Idon’t turn on the light in my bedroom despite how much I want to see Abbie, but I know when someone is hiding. I know when they are finding a comfortable place inside the shadows. For me, that’s laughter and humor, a shelter I hide behind. No one sees the real me. No one gets inside my world, inside my life, but she has. She’s here and she doesn’t understand how significant that is, but she will. She will if she just joins me here, really joins me, which means she stops running. That’s her wall. She runs. She pushes. She shoves. No one gets close to her, but I will. I’m going to tear down every last ounce of reserve she has, expose her in every way. More so, I’m going to make sure she doesn’t regret letting it happen.
I squeeze her bare backside and then set her on the floor at the foot of my bed, turning to face the mattress. I have her T-shirt, my T-shirt, over her head and on the floor, in about two seconds and then she’s all mine. “Gabe,” she whispers, and I cup her ample breasts and drag her fully against me.
“That’s right,” I say. “Gabe. Don’t forget who you’re with.” I pinch her nipples and not gently.
She gasps and then moans and her hands go to mine, that plump, perfect backside of hers pressing against my thick erection, teasing me with how easily I could be inside her, but inside her is not the right way to pull down those walls. Not yet. “Let me have that control I wanted earlier,” I demand at her ear, and then I lean around her to kiss her. “Let me have everything just tonight.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means I’m going to find out your limits and take you beyond those limits.”
“Gabe—”
“That’s trust. I want the trust he doesn’t have. Have you ever been tied up?”
She stiffens. “Yes. I don’t like it.”
“Have you ever been spanked?”
“No. God. No.”
“So you don’t know if you like it,” I assume, reaching a hand down between her legs, stroking the silken heat there.
“I don’t. I—” She moans with the stroke of her clit and I turn her to face me, her puckering nipples pressed to my bare chest, one hand on her head, dragging her mouth to mine. The other is on her backside, squeezing it roughly even as my tongue licks and tastes.
