Page 92 of The Boss and the Adoption Mess
“She could stay over there too,” he adds.
“Yes… she could,” I murmur, embarrassed, as he closes the door behind us and locks it. I swallow hard—and then his lips are on my neck.
“You have to be quiet,” he murmurs against my ear.
“How am I supposed to do that when you’re doing these things with your lips?” I gasp, arousal catching my breath.
“Then maybe we shouldn’t,” he says.
“I…” Damn it. Rosie could wake up, and the door’s locked. “We should wait until tomorrow. She’s right next door.”
He frowns, not liking the idea either, and I can see a plan forming in his mind.
“Come.”
Whatever Gabriel has in mind, it makes him smile again. Finally, this man is beaming at me again. It's a brief moment of distraction from his worries—and if I can help him with that, I'm more than happy to do it.
He opens the door again, gently pulling me into the hallway. Rosie's bedroom door is slightly ajar. We peek in: the night light glows and she’s sound asleep. Perfect.
“What now?” I whisper, amused. It feels thrillingly forbidden, sneaking around the house like we’re planning an illegal overnight party.
“Come.” He takes my hand and guides me to the stairs. We sneak through the darkness to the front door, but now we're going through the hallway.
Where on earth is he taking me?
I'm quite glad we can see where we're going thanks to the small LEDs on the stairs. We installed those as a precaution for Rosie in case she wanders around at night. Sometimes she gets thirsty and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water, even though we put a bottle by her bed. Kids, right?
"Where are we going?" I whisper, giggling, until I see it: He's leading me to the garage. "Wait. Wait. Wa..." I stammer in shock, because in there it’s freezing cold.
"I want to continue where we left off," he says as he pushes open the heavy security door. It really is damn chilly in here, but not as cold as outside. The garage is well-insulated—I can't even hear it from the kitchen when he parks there or when the gate opens.
Oh! Now I get what he has in mind! Right. Here I can be louder. But wait a minute... he wants to make love to me in the garage? It's cold here and only his cars are around!
And one of the limos...
So, he wants to continue where we left off? True. Back then, everything started in a limo.
Gabriel opens the back door and pulls me into the car. Laughing, we land on the back seat as he pulls me onto his lap.
"I'm not wearing makeup, and I have pink plush slippers on, you're aware of that, right?"
"You're perfect just the way you are," he replies and begins to explore my neck and décolletage with his lips.
Okay, I should really shut up now and stop complaining.
"Keep talking," I murmur as I run my hands over his cheeks, his neck, his strong shoulders, and through his hair, which I tousle a little. I'm so eager for him and so is he.
His hands settle on my hips with desire, pulling me close. I move against him in waves, gasping as he demands my lips in return. This moment belongs to us—long overdue, finally happening.
All those weeks of hard work, flew to Japan and Turkey, to Austria and Switzerland, a short trip to Greece and Morocco—and now we end up here again. We had the most beautiful backdrops in the world before us, beaches and mountains, sunshine and snow as far as the eye could see. And yet we only needed one thing: each other.
No money in the world, no hotel room however beautiful, no luxury suite with room service can give me what I wanted from the beginning: this man. All to myself.
"I'm so glad I hired you," he whispers against my lips while pushing my soft, cozy sweatpants off my hips.
"And I'm so glad I accepted," I answer him as I kneel on the seats while straddling his lap. This makes it easier for him to undress me and to reach for what he wants to touch with his hands and lips.
Eagerly, I strip his shirt from his body—I don't just want to see him while secretly watching through a door crack, no, I want to touch him. Feel him on and under me. I want to listen to his throaty, rough voice as he rubs his hardness against me and repeatedly make sure that I'm close enough to him. He holds me tightly in his arms and even delays the moment a little, which we're both looking forward to. He simply doesn't want it to be over too quickly.
