Page 27 of One Night with Cinderella

He shook his head before lowering it to suck one tight brown nipple into his mouth.

“It’s morning,” she gasped, even as her back seemed to arch up off the bed of its own accord. “We said just once more.”

With one last delicious lick, Gabe freed her breast and looked down at her again. “Yes, but this part of me doesn’t agree,” he said, tightening the loose white sheet against his curving erection.

“She’s regretting the deal we made, too,” she said, giggling when he raised the sheet to look down at the smooth, flat hairs covering her vee.

Thank God for the waxing at the spa.

“Then maybe we need to do this again?” he asked, briefly locking his eyes with hers before he lay on his back and pulled her body so that she was atop him.

“Now?” she asked as she straddled him.

“And in the future.”

She looked down at him, Gabriel “Gabe” Cress, and thought of all the nights over the last five years that she had only dreamed of having him naked and hard beneath her. She wasn’t looking for love, because it was synonymous for heartbreak. But maybe she could just enjoy carnal pleasures knowing one day, when the heat cooled, they would just walk away and say a fond farewell? She had no doubt it would be very easy for him.

“No strings,” she stated, mostly to let him know she was quite clear on the rules.

“None,” he agreed, sitting up to lightly nuzzle her neck.

“The only thing I expect from you is great sex when I call,” she teased, surprised at her boldness and liking it.

“And what about me?” he asked, his voice and his eyes smoldering.

Who have I become?

She felt naughty and flirty. Desirable and sexy. Was it her sudden wealth or the way she knew she made him feel? The only word for it was powerful.

Monica turned on his lap and then slid her body to all fours between his open legs. The bed dipped under his weight as moved to kneel behind her. She gripped the sheets and pressed her face against the bed as he eased his hardness inside her until nearly all of him filled her completely. They both hissed at the connection. With a wince and soft bite of her lip as Gabe reached around her to press his hand to her throbbing bud, she moved back and forth on his inches with a rotation of her hips when she reached the base. Such a sinful glide. Meant to build a slow explosion in them both.

Ten glides—maybe less—and she felt him tremble with his release. He swore with force as she felt him harden even more inside of her. Like steel. That plus the smooth circular motions of his fingers against her caused her to cry out into the mattress and pound the softness with her fist as she joined him in sweet, white-hot bliss.

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