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“You’ll have to be quiet,” he said. “Or else we’ll have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I can be quiet, just for fuck’s sake—ah!” He pulled out and went back in with a flourish that also grazed my clit.

It was rare that I came from penetration, and only when I was in the perfect mood while alone, but with the way Gabriel moved now, I knew he would make it happen again. He moved his tongue like a promise, one that I knew he would keep.

My legs turned to jelly after only a minute, and I nearly fell over.

“Time to move.”

I could barely breathe. “Wh-where?”

He stood and picked me up. I had to resist the urge to yelp and clamped my mouth shut. He put me on the kitchen counter.

“The bedroom was closer,” I said.

“Yes, but I want you here.” He moved my chin to make me look him in the eyes. “That way every time I cook here, I think of the best meal I’ve ever had.”

I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from moaning.

Gabriel went back in, fucking me hard with his tongue. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I surrendered myself to what he had planned for me.

I was a mess within minutes, and heat rose from low in my belly. I bit my fist to keep from crying out as I got closer and closer to a high that would forever change me. His tongue increased in rhythm, and I wondered how any of this was even possible.

My orgasm wrecked me. It took over my body and shot fire through my core and to my fingertips. As I peaked, a finger brushed over my clit, which made the fire burn impossibly hotter.

“Oh . . . my . . . God,” I managed to say when the feeling finally rescinded. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“It’s called research.”

“You are so hot.”

“I try.” He kissed my pussy once more and then went for my clit again. I hissed and jerked away. “Sensitive?”

“After that? Yes.”

“Good.” He stood. “I need a bed for what I’m about to do to you.”

“Yes, please.” I put up my hands, hoping he would carry me. I didn’t trust my legs. Gabriel got the message, and I was gently set onto his soft bed. “What are you about to do to me?”

“I ordered something.”

I blinked. “What did you order?”

Gabriel went to his nightstand and pulled out a purple bullet. I sat up. “Are you serious?”

“I very much am.”

“I’m sensitive.”

“Want me to put it away?”

I swallowed as I thought about it. Then, I shook my head.

“That’s what I thought you would say.” He kissed me again, running his tongue over my bottom lip. Our kisses turned messy, and my body was warming up, ready to go all over again.

“Use it,” I eventually said against his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am.”