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“Okay,” she says, “now, going forward.”
“Yes.” I smile at her so big my cheeks hurt. “Let’s go forward.”
“If at any time we want to explore something with someone else.” The smile goes to a scowl, which makes her laugh. “We need to tell the other person.” My eyes go into slits. “Relax there.” She grabs her fork in her hand and points it at me. “I’m just putting it out there.”
“Whatever,” is the only thing that I come up with as she giggles, which shoots straight to my dick, who now wants in on the action.
She twirls some pasta on the fork and takes another bite. “This is really good.”
“Thank you,” I tell her, taking my own bite, telling my dick that it’s not the time for that. But as anyone with a dick knows, they don’t always listen.
The rest of the conversation is lighter as we talk about the shows she’s watched without me. After dinner, we clean up side by side. I stop a couple of times, leaning down and kissing her neck. I put my hands on her hips as she dries the dish in her hand, moving her head to the other side, giving me access to her neck. I move her hair to the side, leaning down and kissing her neck softly. She wiggles her ass into my cock, making me groan. “That’s not fair,” I whisper between kisses. “You know what your ass does to me.”
She puts the dish on the counter in front of her, then drops the towel and turns around. She wraps her arms around my neck, turning her head to the side and kissing my lips. “Do you know what we should do?” she asks as her tongue comes out and licks my lower lip. “I should sit my ass down on this counter.” My heart speeds up so fast as she slides her tongue into my mouth. “And then you should show me how much you missed me.” I close my eyes tight to stop myself from lifting her up and doing exactly that.
“You know what we should do?” I finally counter. “We should go in the living room, and we should catch up on 90 Day Fiancé.” Her hands fall from my neck, and she looks at me. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m trying to woo you.”
“You can woo me by giving me a couple of orgasms,” she huffs. The one thing Gabriella was not scared to ask for was sex. “We had sex the first night we met,” she reminds me. “I had sand in places one should not have sand.”
“You were the one who said, just slip it in a couple of times.” I laugh as I kiss her nose. “Besides, I want to do it the right way.”
“Ummm, this is the right way,” she moans, and I laugh at her, slipping my hand in hers and pulling her to the couch.
I sit down, leaning back, and she sits next to me, turning on the show. I don’t think I watch even ten minutes before I fall asleep, waking up lying on her couch with her beside me. She lies facing me with her head in my neck and her leg thrown over my hip. I blink a couple of times before I lift my arm to look at my watch, showing me it’s almost two thirty in the morning. I kiss her head, and she groans, “No.” She snuggles even closer. “You aren’t leaving.”
I laugh and look down at her as she continues to sleep. “At least go sleep in your bed,” I urge her, and she opens her eyes.
“Will you come with me?” she asks and I smile and kiss her lips. “Just to sleep, no funny business.”
“Okay,” I agree, even though I know I should just leave, but if I hadn’t woken up, I would have spent the night anyway. She gets off the couch and holds her hand out to me as we walk upstairs to her room.
“Do you want a change of clothes?” she asks. “I think I have shorts somewhere.”
“Should I ask why you have guys shorts here?” I look over at her as she throws me shorts that have the Dallas logo on them and I just laugh.
“I’m going to change.” She goes into the bathroom to do just that. I take off my jeans, sliding the shorts on before slipping under the covers. She comes out in shorts and a tank top, meeting me under the covers. “Good night,” she mumbles before burying her face in my neck and falling asleep.
“Night, Gabriella.” I kiss her head and close my eyes, sleeping better than I have in months.
I wake up when I smell coffee the next morning, looking over I find the bed empty. I toss the covers off me, getting up and going to the bathroom before making my way downstairs. Only when I open the bedroom door do I hear the sound of the television playing. I walk down and see that Gabriella is having her coffee while sitting in the middle of the couch. “Good morning,” I grumble, going over and lying on the couch next to her. I kiss her neck before laying my head in her lap.
“Good morning.” She smiles at me and kisses my lips before looking back at the television. The two of us stay like this for an hour, her hand running through my hair like she always used to do.
“What do you want to do today?” she asks, and I look up at her.
“Let’s go on a date,” I suggest to her, and she smiles big.
“A date? Where?”
“No idea,” I answer her honestly, “but let’s go out.” I sit up. “We can stop by my hotel, grab something to eat, and then head out.”
“Okay,” she says, getting up and walking into the kitchen. “Let me go change.”
She runs up the steps, and I grab the phone, looking up the best places to go on a date in Dallas. The first thing that comes up is Top Golf, so I keep scrolling. I go to about seven or eight sites before I find what I want. I call the concierge and ask to make the arrangements before walking back upstairs. “What does one wear on a date?” She comes out of her closet wearing a pair of jeans. “Like I want something cute that says, look at me.”
“Gabriella, you could wear a potato sack, and people would look at you,” I tell her, taking off the shorts and tossing them on the bed before I grab my jeans. “But bring a sweater, just in case.”
“Where are we going?” she asks before walking back into her closet and looking over at me.
