“Oh, I think the chances of them not hearing were shot to shit the second you started screaming your Lord and savior’s name.”
“Well, who knew you were so good at eating pussy? You’ve totally been holding out on me, Dash.”
“Not true. I told you the night I proposed. It’s not my fault you didn’t listen.”
I shake my head and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “No wonder Annie tried to trap you with a baby. She was probably worried that no man would ever measure up again.”
“Still too soon, babe.”
I grin. “Sorry.”
“Just don’t get pregnant and we’re fine.”
“Agreed.” I reach up and kiss him again and Gabe rolls us so that I’m on top. I sit up and straddle his hips. He runs a hand from my neck, down my chest, and settles between my breasts. My heart hammers against his palm. He smiles and traces a fingertip across my flesh, circling my nipple. Goose bumps break out over my skin and my nipples bead. He rolls one between his thumb and forefinger and I throw my head back and rock my hips against him.
“I have to go.”
“No fucking way am I letting you leave my bed, Freckles.”
I laugh. “I have to work.”
“Call in sick.”
“I can’t. God, do I want to, but I can’t. It’s just me, chef, and Arturo on Sunday lunches.”
Gabe slides his hand between us and strokes my clit. “Stay with me.”
“That’s not ...” I swallow hard and close my eyes as his circles become slower, more concise. My body jerks, too sensitive, too spent yet still full of desire, still wanting. “Fair.”
“Stay with me, Freckles. We’ve wasted so much goddamn time already.”
“I c-can’t. Oh ...” I rock my hips against him, shoving his fingers away as I slide along his thick cock. “Oh god, I’m coming.”
“Already? Jesus, baby. You’re not even making this a challenge.”
I drive my hips against his, my slick pussy sliding along his dick, the thick ridge of his head and veins rubbing my clit. Gabe pulls me down to him and wraps his arms tight around my back. He fucks me from underneath, furiously rocking my hips against his, his big dick sliding between my folds as my body jerks with release.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I whisper, now all too conscious of our audience downstairs.
His own orgasm rocks through him and a heartbeat later hot cum jets out against my lips, making the ride that much more slippery and sweet. Aftershocks rock my body and I collapse against him, my hair and face a sweaty mess as I try to remember how to breathe again.
“That was ...” I whisper.
“Everything?”
I nod. Laughter bubbles up out of my throat. My head and heart are pounding, sweat prickles against my body as it cools and dries, and my pussy has been completely obliterated from coming for hours on end. I’m deliriously happy, sated, and exhausted.
I want to lie here forever. I want to make love over and over and never leave, but if I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll lose my job. We won’t eat, we won’t sleep. We’ll just fuck ourselves to death.I suppose there could be worse ways to go.
I roll off Gabe and onto my back, the sheets sticking to my damp skin. Sleep tugs at my eyelids, but I can’t give in. I need to go home and get ready for work. I like my job. I like working for Arturo, and as nice as this is, sleeping with my best friend will not pay my bills.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
I smile. “I have to. But Sundays are slow, so I might get off early.”
“Oh, you’ll definitely be getting off.” He pulls me in for another kiss and I oblige, but before I can get carried away, I tug him toward the shower and show him just how much I like sleeping over at his place.
After we dry off, Gabe hands me a Family Business hoodie, it’s big on him, which makes it practically a floor-length gown on me, and thank God because I’m pretty sure our clothing from last night is still in the courtyard where we left it.