Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I had a queen, so me sprawling would mean I did, indeed, take up most of the bed.
“Dang, I’m sorry,” I muttered, moving to get out from under the covers so I could face the day (guh).
I didn’t get very far because, suddenly, Gabe’s face was in my face and his fists were in the bed on either side of me, and as such, he had my full attention.
“Not curled in a ball, protecting yourself from the world. Sprawled beside me,” he whispered.
Oh…
Wow.
“Cute as fuck when you’re all curled up, tucked against me,” he stated. “But I’ll take you sprawled and feeling safe at my side any fuckin’ day.”
Answer to previously asked question: Yes.
Yes, this man could get more awesome.
Yes, My Heart clucked happily. He can.
Yes, Dreamer chimed in. He can in a way that, even if you have a lifetime of him, you’ll never reach the end of that.
Swimming joyfully in that knowledge, he bent and touched his nose to mine before he straightened away and walked out of the room, saying, “Now, get your ass up. Time to shower.”
He needed speak no more words.
Fuck five ’til four.
A shower with Gabe on the agenda?
I was out of bed like a shot.
Gabe walked by the door while I was in the bathroom, post shower, wearing my short, sage-green-with-pretty-peach-flowers robe along with panties.
And I was bent over the sink doing my makeup.
Seeing him out of the corners of my eyes, I turned my head and gave him a smile.
He stopped and walked into the bathroom.
Since he was only wearing his jeans, and prolonged retinal exposure to his chest might make me late for work due to a visit to the emergency room, with grave effort, I went back to my makeup. I did this making a mental note to warn him to start wearing a shirt more often, or I was going to chain him to my bed and make him my boytoy.
I forgot I was even holding a shading brush when his hand came to rest on my hip.
My eyes went to him in the mirror to see his eyes riveted to my ass.
Then his hand slid over my hip to my ass.
Oh my.
He engaged the other one, both went down, then up, taking the hem of my robe with them and exposing my panties.
Oh my.
We’d just had a quickie in the shower not twenty minutes ago.
But I guess Gabe wasn’t done.
I locked my legs to remain standing and decided it would be okay to be late for work.
“Like this robe,” Gabe said low.
“I’m getting that,” I husked.
Gabe hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh.
So, obviously, I put more effort into keeping my legs underneath me as I began to pant and briefly considered not going to work at all.
He smoothed a hand over my ass before his gaze left that area and came to the mirror, but not to my eyes, seeing as one of his hands was tracking over my hip to my belly while the other one was reaching to open my robe to expose my tits, and as such, he instead had his gaze to my body.
Oh God.
A gust of breath rushed out of me, even though he did what I thought he was going to do—one hand going down to play with my clit, the other one cupping my breast, fingers pinching my nipple.
My head fell back.
Gabe said nothing, and I said nothing as he toyed with me in the bathroom.
No, not true.
I said no intelligible words, but I did make utterances.
A lot of them.
He worked me and he worked me while I trembled in his hold and let him.
Until he slid one long finger inside me.
I moaned.
He slid it out only to go back in with two.
Oh God, yes.
“Nice and slick,” he rumbled in my ear.
I quivered.
He finger fucked me as he took his hand from my breast, worked his fly, then his fingers were gone, and he grunted, “Brace, baby. I’m primed from our shower, so you’re about take a serious fucking.”
No hesitation, I put my hands to the bathroom counter.
Gabe positioned his hard cock and drove in.
Taking him, my head flew back, colliding with his shoulder since he’d bent over me, and I felt his labored breathing against my neck along with the scrape of his beard (a heady combo) as he fastened an arm around my hips to hold me steady and went back to torturing my nipple (though, equal opportunity, he went after the other one this time).
I rocked with him as he fucked me hard against my bathroom vanity, only once having the wherewithal to open my eyes and watch how unbelievably fucking hot we were—me partially exposed, the robe having fallen down one shoulder, Gabe’s dark head at my neck, my red-gold hair intermingled with his close-cropped black and that thick beard, his strong, veined arms holding me, and I could see a hint of his thick, glossy dick driving into me.