“Oh…hey, Justin.”
“Hey, Baby. You ready to get out of here?”
“Yea, just finishing up this and then I’ll send it over first thing in the morning.”
“Alright, let’s head out then.”
She grabs her purse and comes around the desk, making her way to me and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to grab her and kiss her. Fuck, I know as sure as I’m standing here, if I do that, I’d fuck her right here, not giving a damn if it is out in the open and anyone could stop by and see that I possess her beauty, and she’s mine and only mine.
I grab her hand, not giving one single fuck what others may think when they see us together. The world will know soon, this is fate. She was meant to be mine and I was meant to be hers.
“Come home with me Gabs,” I whisper into her ear. We’re in the elevator now and I’m grateful there’s no one else in here. I’m behind her and I show her my appreciation for this dress, once again. When she leans back into me and grinds her ass into my hard on, I know tonight, I’ll have her in my bed. No interruptions, no leaving in the middle of the night, and I’ll fucking finally be able to wake up with her in the morning. I don’t give a fuck what that says about me. I want her there, always.
“Justin,” she moans out and I can see how my whispers ignite a fire deep within her soul.
“Gabs, I want you in my bed. Want you writhing in ecstasy, my cock so deep inside you it’s all you can feel for weeks.”
Her breathing is deep and ragged as we finally make our way to the bottom floor, she says, “Okay, Justin. I’ll have to leave early though to get home and get dressed for work.”
“Deal,” I respond and we walk out. Her hand in mine, where it’s meant to be.
Chapter Eleven
Gabriella
I can’t believe I’m going home with Justin. I’ve dreamt of this since our first meeting. It seems so surreal, to be here in his penthouse apartment in the city.
I walk in ahead of Justin and go straight to his wall to wall windows and stare out over the inky black sky. When Justin comes up beside me, I see him mess with a lever and the doors open up to this amazing spacious deck. There’s patio lounge chairs and I can see myself with him on a Sunday morning, him working on his laptop with my legs entwined with his while I’m sipping my coffee and taking in this view for the rest of time, maybe our child is bundled up on his chest, sleeping peacefully. I walk out further, closer to the edge, my lower body reaching the concrete when he comes up behind me. His arms wrap around me and I may hate my ex fiancé, but right here in the here and now, I’m so damned thankful I walked in on him and his philandering ways.
I lean back into Justin, tipping my head up towards him, grateful I’m wearing heels and have these extra few inches. I still have to get on my tippy toes to reach the underside of his chin. When he looks down at me, I reach my arm up and my fingers play with his hair and our lips finally meet. I feel like it’s been days since his lips were on mine. Our tongues tangle, him giving and me taking. His flavor is uniquely him, a taste of cinnamon from the gum I saw on his desk when I placed his lunch there, with an undertone of just him. When his fingers reaches the strings that’s holding my wrap dress together, I gasp, “Justin…”
“Yea, Gabs. I wanna hear that while I have my cock buried balls deep inside you. Right here, right now,” he breaths out huskily.
My dress is open and his hands explore my curves, some from before and some from the onset of pregnancy. I have to admit, even I like the shape my body is taking. He gazes from my waist up to my breasts, where he unhooks the front clasp of my bra. The cold air on my nipples feels invigorating and when he adds his fingers, he pinches lightly at first and then harder, the back of my head falls back onto his chest and all thoughts of being outside and naked leave me.
When one hand dips down into my panties, I turn into him and go for his clothes. In a matter of seconds, my ass is on the concrete wall and he’s inside of me. Last time it was gentle and caring, this time we’re going at each other like animals and Justin gasps out my name, saying, “Gonna cum soon, Gabs. Give me your orgasm.” He adds his thumb to my clit and rubs it, while he pistons in and out of me. I come and scream out his name. He holds me as he finishes. I’m wrapped up in his arms and I feel like he’s my safe haven and I never want to leave him.