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“Why are you here?” he asks as his eyes move to my curls, studying my high bun. His words don’t compute at first, my brain is out of oxygen. But my dick is the organ in need of CPR.
I ignore his question. “How’s your hand? Did she fawn over you and kiss it better?” I scoff. The thought of sharing Gabe makes me rather sick to my stomach, a reaction I certainly don’t care to examine at the moment. Or never. I refuse to let my dumbass thoughts have the better of me. I mean, sharing? We had sex one night…multiple times.
Has he leaned closer? Or has my depth perception gone bonkers?
“It’s quite a leap from your usual drink spitting to breaking the glass,” I taunt him, trying to lighten my previous words. In the past, he’s sprayed Rami a couple of times with whatever he was drinking.
“Lori.” My name in that gravelly voice makes heat pool in my belly, and a flash of him using that same tone while coming deep inside me pushes some pre-cum right out of my slit.
I can’t help the lick of arousal that spreads through me. Swallowing, I try hard to contain it. I fail and straighten up instead, hoping the too-perceptive lawyer doesn’t take one look at me and know exactly where my brain has gone. This is Gabe, for fuck’s sake! Nothing will ever happen—again.
I frown at him and turn toward the sink, splashing water on my wrists, hoping it will stop my furious pulse.
“Answer me.” The demand in his voice is hot and vexing at the same time.
“Doing a favor for Sari,” I reply, still keeping my back to him as I dry my hands.
“Is that all?” Does he sound different? There’s something in his husky voice—I remember it from my dreams—I can’t quite put my finger on it. Is it his horny voice perhaps? Doesn’t matter.
I’m able to put a smirk on my face and turn around. “No. The expensive food, and the chance to wear this dress were a great incentive.”
His eyes like licks of a flame slide down my body, taking me in with no rush.
“Don’t worry, you can keep ignoring me and internally judging me just as you always do. I’m not going to force my presence on you, like you were forced when I was drugged,” I tell him, gritting my teeth.
He closes the last inches between our bodies, coercing me to push my tushy against the sink.
“I don’t judge you, Little Wasp.” Again, that damn nickname. And his voice is definitely dissimilar to his usual monotone one. Also his eyes, they have turned into dark pools.
He remains still, but it’s like I’m engulfed by a fucking blaze while my tongue is twisted inside my mouth. He’s invading my space, his face a breath from mine. The bloke doesn’t know how to give an inch.
Why don’t I feel the urge to push him away?
My shoes are filled with concrete. Every part of my body is tensed to the maximum. Waiting.
“My drink was spiked as well. Most drugs don’t have any effect on me, though. Nobody forced me to do anything,” he confesses.
Does he mean that he enjoyed helping me?
I swallow hard. Or does it mean that I’m so blinded by good dick that I don’t know my fucking mind? Because I want to be fucked by Gabriel Reed…again. “No effect?”
He leans closer—if that’s even possible—and his hands fall on the counter behind me. He stops less than an inch from my lips. Lingering there like in the recurring sex dream I’ve been having at night. His breath feels hot on my skin as he lets out a long puff of air. I can’t stop the shiver running down my body.
Granted, he’s taller and stronger than me. He has more than a couple of inches and a good thirty pounds on me, all lean muscle. At any point during his advance, though, I still could have tried to stop him and push him away. But I didn’t. I’m not. Because I want this nearness. I hope for more of it. My body is coming alive like Frankenstein’s monster.
“No,” he growls. His hot mouth suddenly catches my lower lip between his teeth. The shock of it runs all the way up to my brows.
“Mm.” The moan leaves my lips when he bites down, making me gasp. My hands tighten around the edge of the sink behind me. He sucks hard and then lets go with a pop, leaving my lower lip throbbing.
I don’t even know how my frozen brain is creating words anymore. I get even more distracted when his tongue comes outto slick his lower lip. I mirror him, tasting his bitterness and sweetness for the first time.
He turns the intensity up in his hypnotic, bottomless eyes as he stares at my tongue. Then a soft groan comes out of him, and I feel the vibration against my chest and down into my balls.
His breath brushes over my lips again, and I try to suck some of it in. This close, I can count every strand of wheat blond hair and discover each little freckle on his face. His tongue peeks out to lick the corner of my mouth where my beauty mole is. My tense muscles turn to jelly while my breaths are too fast to actually get any oxygen inside my lungs.
The air between us thickens. The world surrounding us has disappeared. My head swims, all of my wits forever gone, lost. I reach up and try to grip his arm, to take some control back. But he shakes his head.
“Take my cock out, Little Wasp,” he commands. His gaze darkens as that sentence leaves his lips. The heat pooling in my abdomen is at risk of turning me into a melting mess.
