Page 38 of A Diamond Deal with Her Boss
And love works even better.
Just thinking that terrified Abby because it was forbidden, against the rules. But, having taken root, it was a pernicious thought that refused to budge and she knew why. As he eased himself down her body, suckling on her nipple, she looked down at his dark head at her breast and despairingly wondered when she had started loving this complex and fascinating man.
Had it all started way back when—before they’d even come to Seville? Maybe on those dark evenings when they’d ended up working late and, despite having all her defences fully in place, she’d allowed him into her heart? He had the sort of personality that was so persuasive, so captivating. She’d scorned those poor women who’d fallen for him when they’d known full well that he wasn’t going to commit to anything more than expensive gifts, chic restaurants and the best seats at the theatre. He was certainly not the sort who would be up for meeting the parents. So why waste time going there? It had seemed very straightforward to Abby! But obviously feelings had a cruel way of ambushing good intentions, and here she was now...
In so deep that it would take a team of scuba divers to pull her out.
She sifted her fingers through his hair and arched back, giving herself to his questing mouth, and panting as he trailed lower down her body until he was buried between her legs, licking, sucking and teasing her with his familiar expertise.
He lifted her off her feet and managed to make it to the bed but his swimming trunks and the linen shirt he had put on by the pool were discarded in record time.
‘I can’t wait,’ he groaned, reaching for protection and applying it with a complete lack of cool.
When he entered her, it was with one forceful thrust, and she groaned in pleasure and clung to him like a limpet as he thrust harder and deeper. Her legs splayed out on either side, bent at the knees, and her whole body was arched back so that her round breasts bounced in time to his love-making.
They’d barely had time to dry off from the pool to the house and the sound of their semi-wet bodies moving as one was the most erotic sound imaginable.
She had to bury her face against his neck to stop herself from screaming out when she orgasmed because the waves of pleasure rocking her were so intense.
Weak as a kitten, she was aware of him sliding out of her, quickly disposing of the used protection and then returning to the bed to lie next to her.
Wrapped up in the warm, rosy glow of contentment, Abby curled into him and sighed.
She wanted to tell him how much she wished that time would stop for ever, locking them both into this wonderful, satisfying bubble where there was no past and no future, just an everlasting present.
‘I should have mentioned this sooner,’ Gabriel murmured, ‘But I have to be in London tomorrow evening.’ He flopped onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.
This wasn’t part of the plan but he still wanted her. He wantedthiswhen they returned to London. He could have kicked himself for thinking that he could put a time constraint on their relationship but it had seemed a very easy conclusion at the time. He was an expert when it came to detaching and he hadn’t foreseen any problem detaching from something that had started life as a charade.
But he hadn’t banked on just how addictive she would become. No sooner was he sated than his body was gearing up again to have her, to feel her tightness, abrasive against his girth, and to hear those erotic cries and whimpers that she could never seem to control whenever he touched her.
What would be the ramifications of prolonging this? For the past couple of hours, he had mulled over that scenario and reasoned that it could work. He would be sleeping with his PA, but it wasn’t a foregone conclusion that it would jeopardise their working relationship. He had managed to quell his misgivings and look to a bigger picture in which he could continue to sleep with her.
‘Tomorrow?’ Abby blanched because she had banked on three more days of him.
Gabriel shifted onto his side, prepared to test the water, to ask her how she felt about carrying on once they were back in London. It would certainly delight his grandmother if she came visiting any time soon, which he suspected she would want to do, given her new lease of life.
‘I have a meeting that can’t be delegated,’ he told her ruefully.
‘Right. I’d thought...’
‘You’d thought...?’
‘Well.’ She laughed but the laughter stuck in her throat. ‘I just thought that we had a bit more time together.’
Gabriel stilled and looked at her narrowly, saying nothing until she shot him a nervous glance from under her lashes.
‘Of course,’ Abby continued lamely, ‘I totally understand about unavoidable meetings. I’ve worked with you long enough to know where your priorities lie.’ Which didn’t exactly come out as she’d intended. It had sounded vaguely accusatory, almost as though his priority should have beenher.
‘Where my priorities lie...’ Gabriel murmured.
‘Your grandmother will be really disappointed.’
‘I’ll return in a couple of weeks, and then come and spend weekends here for the foreseeable future. That should appease her.’
‘Yes, yes, it will.’ Did that includeher?Abby wondered. She took a deep breath, thought of the safe and careful life she’d led since she’d broken up with Jason. That Internet date had been the most adventurous thing she had done since she had moved to London. She had been so intent on making sure she kept a tight control over her life that she hadn’t even noticed just how fast the life she should have been living was passing her by.
Gabriel had awakened her, made her realise how precious each and every moment was, and how important it was that her needs, on all levels, were fulfilled.
