Page 6 of The Billionaires' Gamble
“Come here, Wildfire.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, I settle her across my thighs. “You’ve been far too patient. Waiting for me to get my shit together and travel the world. I’m sure you’ve been patient with him, too.”
I point my chin at Gabe, who nods in confirmation. He’s closer now, having scooted to the middle cushion. If my nervous system was on overload before, it’s going haywire now. Katherine is in my lap. Gabe is sliding an arm across the back of the sofa, inches from my shoulders.
My calm and collected bestie never spirals out like this. It’s sort of, I don’t know, gratifying to see her frazzled. To feel the wild energy flowing off her. Like a goddess come to Earth to be with the mortals.
Her breasts rise and fall beneath the thin sweater as she sucks in breath after breath. Boy-oh-boy, do I know that feeling. Like you’re alternately excited and terrified, your body is overwhelmed and you don’t feel like there’s enough oxygen in the world, let alone the room.
But hearing the wordbegon her lips brings to mind all sorts of naughty scenarios. Things I shouldn’t think, let alone give voice to.
Do I want her to beg me to take her? Abso-freaking-lutely.
Do I want her to crawl across the floor and beg for my cock? Hell yes.
Does Gabe’s bossiness heat my blood to a low boil, the perfect temperature for cooking Nonna’s pasta? Hellfuckingyes.
My gaze locks with Gabe’s, and his lips curve up into a smirk.You thinking what I’m thinking?
If he’s thinking I should scoop her into my lap and kiss her breathless, then yes. Yes, I am.
“We’ll just keep carving out our place in the world. We’ll tell your mom to fuck all the way off, I’ll keep designing your dresses, and you can come work for my family?—”
“Or with me,” Gabe inserts.
“Or hell, maybe Alex needs your special touch.”
Gabe chokes. “I’m sure he needs her special touch.”
I shoot anOh, shut uplook his way.
“Or you could start your own company. Hell, you don’t have to work at all. And as much as I get off on the idea of you begging us, it’s us who should be begging you. Be with us. Build something amazing with us.”
Gabe brushes her hair over her shoulder, revealing the slouchy neckline of her sweater and all the creamy, exposed skin. She shivers beneath his fingertips, vibrating against my needy cock. Hands on her hips, I press her down, grinding her against my erection.
The sounds bubbling up from her throat are the soundtrack to my wildest fantasies.
“I want you. I want us. I want him. And I want Alex with us too, completing this impromptu little family. Whether we’rehere, across the pond, or at his beach house...” Another nod to Gabe. “It doesn’t matter as long as we’re together, living and loving and driving each other wild with orgasms.”
Now that I’m on a roll, I can’t seem to stop. And hell, if her eyes don’t get wider with every sentence coming out of my mouth. She braces her hands against my shoulders, running her thumbs up and down my throat in a mesmerizing pattern.
Her thumbs stall over my pulse points, and her mouth falls open, just begging for a kiss.
“Wait, go back. What about designing my dresses?”
Oh hell.
I guess that raccoon is out of the bag. No take-backs.
Katherine cocks her head and lifts a brow. Gabe stares at me with equal interest.
I swallow and then tell her the truth. “I may have designed some of the gowns I sent you over the last few years.”
She stares at me for a long moment, then shakes her head, snapping her lips closed. “Some of the gowns? From your mother’s collection?”
“Okay, most of them.”
“King!”
“Wait, the green gown she wore to the auction?” Gabe asks.
