Page 135 of The Photograph

“Hello? Mm, no … no … maybe later. Yes. Mm. I’ll ask Gabe. Love you, too.”

After putting the cell back on the nightstand, I spoon against Gabe who nuzzles my neck. “Cara?”

No talking. Just cuddling and sleeping. “Yes. I’ll call her back later.”

His chuckle vibrates along my back, and I slant my head, so his warm lips are against my cheek.

“What are you going to ask me?”

I open one eye. “Hmm?”

More soft kisses on my neck. “You said ‘I’ll ask Gabe’ what are you going to ask me?”

Oh, that.“Cara wants us to have a sampling dinner tomorrow.” Before he asks—and because I want to go back to the morning sex—I add, “Every time she creates new dishes, she needs tasters, and—”

He bands his arm across my breasts while his other hand slides down to my sex.Oh, God, this is so good.“Tomorrow it’s Mitch, you, me, Emma, and Gertie.”

His fingers begin a slow zigzag up and down my folds before he pushes two of them inside me.Yes.

He’s hard behind me. I rub my bottom against him, and his breath roughens.

“Your mouth.”

I turn my open mouth to his while I grind my sex into his hand.

His teeth graze the skin beneath my ear while his hand brings me slowly to orgasm. “If you don’t stop squirming, I’m going to tie you up.”

The thought of being bound pushes me harder into his hand. “Promise?”

When he rocks his hard penis against my butt, I moan. He takes my mouth.

My sex clenches. Heat swirls. Touches every part of me until… “Gabe... God. Gabe!”

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Gabe

Where is she?

I check my cell and nod in response to Michelle’s question. “You know what Aelin likes.”

While the chef returns her attention to dinner, I make my way to the living room when my cell pings.

Will be late. AXx

We’ve spent the last month either here, at the penthouse or at her house. Staying exclusively at the penthouse for the last three weeks while the surprise I have for her is under way at my house.

One hour later, unable to concentrate on the financial report Erica sent me, I pace the living room and check my watch.Where the f…?

Her car pulls up in the driveway. I hurry to the door and catch her with her fingers an inch away from the doorbell.

Damn, she takes my breath away.She grins. “Hi, honey, I’m sorry, I’ve been held up—”

I yank her inside and press her back against the door to kiss her. Deep and long.

A little breathless, she curls her arms around my neck.

“How was your day?”

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