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I search his beautiful, cavernous eyes, then study his light eyelashes and arched eyebrows, down to his soft-looking lips and short blond beard. His hand is steady around mine, and his scent divine.
I feel like this is somehow a pivotal moment in my life. Would I want Gabriel Reed, my icy boss, Ollie’s brother-in-law to fuck me?
Lord, yeah, I would.
I nod at him, but his eyes are on Mr. Hot Shot tilting his glass at him. He does the same, taking a small sip from his. Did Gabe see my silent nod of consent?
I take a big breath and shake my curls in a Gilda-like move. Sadly, I’ve been in a worse predicament than this in the past, and just like that time, I feel like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
“You put the pain in champagne. Drink. This is the good stuff,” I raise my voice, hoping my performance is well heard.
Gabe leaves the flute on the counter and leans down until his breath is brushing over my ear. His hand moves to my knee—my naked knee. His long fingers slide under my skirt caressing my skin and unleashing a delicious sensation all over my limb.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, Little Wasp, and show the people in this room how much you want me to fuck you.”
Sodding. Hell.
Here is that gruff, raspy voice coming from Gabe again. My mouth turns slack while my dick gives an eager twitch.
Little Wasp? Is he taking the piss? A sassy reply is on the tip of my tongue when a sudden, oddly warm sensation spreads inside my belly. It quickly crawls down, turning my insides into a blazing fire. A whimper slips out of my lips as my fingers squeeze his shoulder hard.
“What is it?” Is that worry in Gabe’s voice? So very improbable. My dick quickly grows hard as steel and a sharp pain hits my balls, making me grit my teeth.
The drug?
My heart hammers, and sharp bolts start striking my skull at random. The sizzling fire continues ripping through my body. And it doesn’t feel like it is going to simmer down.
“Little Wasp?” The nickname on his lips sounds like silky honey now.
“There’s something wrong.” I pause to take a few deep, cleansing breaths of air. I can’t rein in my racing heart. Something throbs deep inside of me between my navel and my hips, down to my balls. It feels like melting lava, swirling and leaving me somehow achingly empty.
“Wrong how?”
“I don’t know. It burns.” I bite my lower lip against another stab of pain, and I feel pre-cum leaking from my stiff cock. Gabe’s face is right over mine, and his delicious scent is engulfing me, making me shake with…desire. A desire so powerful, I feel lightheaded. My prostate quivers, and I know that if he touches me, it will turn into an earthquake.
“You’re so good-looking it makes me sick,” I blurt out.What the fuck?It’s like my body and my brain have gone rogue. I have no control over them whatsoever. But it’s true, I always thought he was handsome. I’ve even had dirty dreams about him.
“You did?” he asks in a dark whisper. Sodding hell! Did I just say those last words out loud?
A yes slips out of my mouth. “I’ve always been attracted to you.” Lord Almighty, I can't believe I’m confessing my attraction to Gabe! I can’t stop my mouth from spewing shitty truths.
I feel so needy. My body is demanding. I try to force myself to be still, but what I really want to do is spread my legs, arch my back,and ease the aching sensation by opening myself up. My empty hole is clenching around nothing, and rubbing my butt against the leather cushion of the stool doesn’t help the wanton lust.
My lips tingle as I keep staring at Gabe’s. Ugh. I’m a kiss slut. The tongue twisting, the taste savoring, the wet, dirty sounds. Love it all. If Gabe’s dick is just as masculine and as perfect as his mouth… Okay! It’s clear this drug is turning me mental.
“Look at me,” he orders, his hand tilting my chin up, and the light touch makes my whole body still, pushing the ache away and replacing it with toe-curling pleasure. I oblige him without even the slightest disagreement. I’ll do whatever he says if he just keeps putting his hands on me.
“Your pupils are blown. You’re panting and perspiring. You were drugged.” I’m twisting on the stool mindlessly again, trying to get closer to him when his words register.
I gasp at the confirmation, unable to stop my hips from moving. I’m still trying to keep my body in check, and the effort has sweat breaking out on my hairline and beads rolling down my spine. I whimper as another spasm hits, this one right behind my balls, a piercing twist of heat and pain. My grip on Gabe goes so tight, my knuckles turn white. I gasp, pushing my forehead into his shoulder. The feel of him makes me moan, my balls draw up, and my pucker tightens.
My hands by their own volition move to his hips, yanking him flush against me.
“I’m sorry.” My apology is drowned out by the indescribable rush of delight flooding through my body at the feel of him, warm and hard and male, and all I can do is dig my fingers deeper into his hips. My leg moves up, wrapping around him,pushing him even closer to me. I can’t stop. I crave this. It's like something primal ripped to the surface and took me over.
Gabe said he would help me. I hope he’ll keep his word. Because I really fucking need him.
My balls, which were aching a minute ago like I needed to rub one out, are now boiling, ready to explode. I feel a twinge of pain at my entrance, and the urge to be filled and stretched to the limit drives my hips to move against something deliciously hard and invitingly long. It’s a cock. I’m rubbing against Gabe’s meaty cock. Yes!
