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He goes still while my muscles clench around his dick. Leaning on the desk, he hangs his head, taking deep, calming breaths. Placing my hand over my hammering heart, I attempt to control my own breathing. I giggle, looking up at my feet above his head, shoes still on, panties around my ankles.
“What?”
“My panties.”
He smiles and pulls them off, then gently lowers my legs. I hold him close as he leans forward to kiss me.
“I don’t wanna pull out,” he mumbles against my lips. “Your pussy is my Heaven, Raven...the only one I’ll ever know.”
“Oh, Gage…”
How can he make something dirty sound sweet? How can he get me worked up and turn me to mush at the same time?
“Let’s go home. I want you in my bed.”
He watches as he pulls out of me, a smirk on his lips. I squirm just a little, feeling his cum trickling out.
“I need to clean up.”
“Bathroom’s over there.” He nods to a door on his right. I hurry in then return to see him leaning on his desk, waiting for me. He watches as I get dressed, but he doesn’t return my panties, giving me an evil smile. I’ve got his number.
“I hope you drove…unless you want me on the back of your bike inthisdress and no panties.” He loses the smile and hands them to me grudgingly. “Thank you,” I say in a dripping-with-honey voice.
He shrugs into his cut and opens the door for me to precede him. I lean against the wall and watch him as he locks the door. His smile makes my heart do a crazy beat. With a satisfied sigh, I wrap my arms around him and take a deep breath.
“Do I smell musky?” He chuckles.
“You smell likeus.”
Resting my chin on his chest, I stare up at him, hoping my feelings aren’t evident in my expression. I love him so much, but I don’t know if he’s ready to hear it. I think he’s getting there, though. He strokes my hair and kisses the tip of my nose.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Raven. You have me questioning my entire existence. Everything and everyone before you is meaningless. After this past week, I can’t even think about not having you in my life.”
“You’ll never have to. I love you, Gage.”
The words are out before I can stop them. There’s no taking them back now. Not that I would. I love him with a ferocity I never thought possible. There’s no way God would make me fall this deeply in love with a man who wasn’t meant for me.Would He?
Gage’s eyes are locked onto mine. He just stands there, silent and unreadable. What is he thinking? I wish he would say something. Anything. No, scratch that. I want him to reciprocate. I want to hear the words from his lips. I need to know he feels the same way I do. I need him to love me.
He doesn’t say a word.
Nothing.
Nada.
Instead, he grasps the back of my neck and gives me a bruising kiss. I don’t know whether it’s to avoid acknowledging my admission or if it’s supposed to tell me what he’s not able to verbalize. Either way, it’s disappointing. I push on his chest until he releases me then descend the stairs back to the dance floor. After I find Chrissy to let her know I’m leaving, I exit the club, knowing Gage is right behind me. I stop once I’m outside, allowing him to lead the way to his bike. He helps me on and I cling to him as we ride back to the clubhouse.
I don’t know why I’m disappointed. I knew the kind of man he is when I decided to get involved with him. He told me himself he doesn’t ‘do love’. I guess I was hoping he’d eventually change. Ithoughthe’d changed with the way he’s been acting lately. There’s no mistaking the look in his eyes when we make love. Or is it still just ‘fucking’ to him? Whatever it is, I love seeing how it makes him feel, and I’ll make use of every opportunity to have him display that tiny bit of emotion.
I whisper in his ear as the garage door closes behind us. “I want to fuck you on your bike.”
He twists in the saddle, hooks his arm around my waist, and pulls me onto his lap. I lie back on the gas tank and position my legs so I’m straddling him. Before I’m settled, his fingers are beneath the crotch of my panties and stroking my lips. His hard dick lies on his thigh, pressing into the underside of mine. He dips two fingers inside me and moans his pleasure.
“I’ll never get enough of you, doll.”
“Gage…please,” I beg. I need him inside me.
“Please? You said you wanted to fuck me, babe. I’m waiting.”
