Page 44 of Forever Yours

At this, one of the most erotic things anyone had said to her, she finally did moan. She brought his head to her chest and cradled it as she rocked over him, not letting him thrust. He reached his hand between them to circle her clit and within moments they were both orgasming again, almost not moving as they let it wash over them.

Once Devlin came back to her senses, she extracted herself from Gabe’s arms, pulled her pants back up and plopped on the couch next to him. She grabbed his hand and twined her fingers with his, running a thumb over the delicate skin inside his wrist.

She sat there, her senses stunned and her muscles weak. She tried to get the sound of rushing water out of her ears until she realized it was the radio Gabe had knocked over, still blasting static behind the couch. She giggled at the thought that their lovemaking was so good it caused her hearing to glitch.

“I’m not sure that’s the sound I want to hear after doing what we just did,” Gabe said.

“I’m not laughing at that, definitely not at that.” She pointed behind the couch with her free hand. “I forgot about the radio and thought for a moment that you’d knocked my senses off balance.”

A satisfied smile crossed his face. “Don’t believe that I couldn’t.”

He put himself back together while she leaned over the back of the couch and grabbed the radio.

“Here, let me see.” Gabe reached out and took it from Devlin. The sound of static had grown quieter but was still there. He took the antenna and pulled it up, rotating it around the room, trying to catch a transmission. The sound sputtered then died.

“Damn, I swore this was a crank radio. We’re gonna have to find batteries.”

“Can we stay here for just a bit longer? I don’t think they’ll get suspicious—they won’t notice when we come back with the one thing that we all want.”

Gabe kissed the top of her head, letting her nestle into him. “The radio isn’t the one thing I want.”

Devlin was quiet for a while, content with the last words Gabe spoke. She was fighting this too hard.I haven’t fought a single thing since we’ve been here.She hadn’t tried. They had a few more days to live in this bubble before they could leave and reality would hit, and she wanted to take every advantage she could. She reveled in the rise and fall of his breathing, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Do you think anyone knows?” Gabe interrupted her calm.

“You heard Annabelle this morning, I’m assuming?”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“She thinks she knows, or suspects.”

“You think we can keep it on the down low until Tuesday?”

She toyed with a button on his shirt, thinking. “I can if you can.”

“Is that a challenge, Dev?”

She stood and reached out to pull him up, just like she’d done in the living room earlier, and he stood this time with more ease and less noise.

“Not a challenge,” she said as he flipped the light off and she led him to the stairs. “Just a statement of fact.”

Opening the door at the top of the stairs, Devlin walked out first, hoping no one would be around. What she didn’t expect to see was Annabelle practically perched on Sebastian’s lap as he was sitting in one of the oversized chairs. His eyes were wide as Annabelle twirled a piece of his hair at the nape of his neck around her finger. She noted Greyson and Prudence on the couch watching the whole thing happening, both still, like deer caught in the headlights.

“So, you’re telling me that Gutenberg’swasn’tthe first printing press?” Annabelle asked in a sweet voice.

“It was the first moveable type press and that revolutionized the printing world,” Sebastian explained.

“Just fascinating stuff.” Annabelle ran her hand down Sebastian’s chest and stood. “I’ve got to visit the ladies’ room. I’ll be right back.”

Silence fell over the room after Annabelle walked out and Sebastian let out a slight cough.

“Sebastian, you can’t be this dense,” Prudence finally said. “Annabelle has worked in newspapers longer than you have. She knows how a printing press works.”

“But—” Sebastian started.

Greyson gestured to the pile of notes on the coffee table. “Let me guess, you were looking over Gabe’s proposal when Annabelle came in here and she just happened to all of a sudden forget how one of the most important pieces of equipment at a newspaper works.” He exclaimed with obvious glee, “you’ve been Mata Hari’d!”

“What?” Sebastian asked, apparently flustered.

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