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She collapses into the mattress and I roll us to our sides, facing each other again and stroke her hair out of her face. “Just to be clear,” I say. “I love my hand on your ass. I love my tongue on your pussy. I love being inside you. I love every fucking thing about fucking you.” I kiss her. “And I want more, which you agreed to, by the way. Don’t say one word that isn’t agreement.”
She laughs and it’s sweet and sexy as fuck. “I know what I said,” she agrees.
“Good. We’re making progress. And I really don’t want to pull out of you, but I have to because of this fucking condom.” I pull out.
We both groan and I roll to the edge of the bed and toss the condom in the trash. Not about to give her time to escape, I stand up and turn to find her sitting up. I pull back the blankets on the bed and snag her hand. “Come here to me.” She comes without argument and in a few quick moves, I have us under the blankets of my king-sized bed, back on our sides facing each other, our legs entwined.
“You gave me four orgasms,” she says incredulously.
“Wegave you four orgasms. We spark together or it wouldn’t have happened. How do you feel?” I ask.
“Relaxed,” she says. “In a very unexpected way.” Her hand flattens on my chest. “Is it bad that I’m in your bed and can barely keep my eyes open?”
“No,” I say. “It’s not bad. It’s good. Turn over.”
Her eyes meet mine, the dim light in the room allowing the growing bond between us to expand. “I didn’t expect—”
“You didn’t expect what?”
“You. I didn’t expect you.”
“That makes two of us. I didn’t expect you either.” I kiss her temple. “Roll over, Abbie.”
She does what I say, and I wrap myself around her and hold tight, in my bed, where I never invite anyone even to fuck, let alone sleep. And I don’t spoon. At least not in a very, very long time. I swore I’d never want to fucking spoon again, and yet here I am, holding onto Abbie, and not wanting to let go. I listen to her breathing and wait for her to sleep but I can hear her mind working.
“What are you thinking?” I ask softly.
“That this is just sex. I’m not going to fall for you.”
I smile against her neck. “Are you trying to convince yourself or me?”
“I have an evil, filthy rich, ex-husband,” she murmurs, avoiding a direct answer.
I press my lips to her ear. “I’m richer than you think and far more skilled with evil assholes than you know, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want to know how rich you are. I don’t have good experiences with men with money. I don’t want you and me in a war with my ex. It doesn’t matter. We’re just having sex.”
“Really fucking good sex,” I add, my voice low, rough, my cock twitching just thinking about being inside her. “So if this is just sex, we’re going to need a lot of it for me to even try to have enough. Go to sleep, Abbie,” I order.
“I don’t want to go to sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because then morning will be here.”
I read where she’s going. She believes morning is the end of us. It’s not. Morning is when I start the process to end her evil, rich, asshole of an ex, and do so with the skills that I learned, and learned well, from my father. Abbie’s in bed with a man capable of saving her and destroying her ex, but I have to be cautious moving forward. If she finds out how much like her ex I am, she might run.
Chapter fourteen
Abbie
Iblink awake into the darkness with a warm heavy awareness. Gabe is wrapped around me, holding me. I’m in Gabe’s bed. I’mreallyin Gabe’s bed. And I like it. I like it way way too much. I’m dangerous. He doesn’t understand how dangerous. And, oh my God. I have to pee. I have to leave this man’s arms to go to the bathroom and once I get up, I know I need to leave. I don’t want to get up. Okay, I have to get up. Why do I have to choose now to be human?
I gently lift his arm and set it on his hip and already I feel the cold spot where he once touched me and no longer does. His hands on my body give me so many feels, I don’t even know how to decipher what they mean. He unravels me. He undoes me. He puts me right back together in all kinds of crazy ways. I gently untangle my legs from his but right as I start to roll, he catches my legs, and his arm wraps around me. Despite myself, I smile, warmth spreading through me.
“You aren’t leaving,” he murmurs, dragging me against the hard lines of his naked body.
“I have to pee,” I say. “Really. I need to go to the bathroom.”
