Page 26 of One Night with Cinderella

She shivered.

“Look at me, Monica.”

With an audible swallow over a lump in her throat, she did. And at that moment, she remembered a dozen different things about that night, from the feel of his hands gripping her buttocks to the way she’d moaned from the back of her throat in pleasure at his deep strokes.

“Excuse us?”

They looked to find a couple behind them. They’d not realized they were blocking the stairs.

Gabe grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him. Several times people called out to him or attempted to step in his path, but he bypassed them all as he led her up the stairs of the next two levels to the sundeck. As soon as they came to a stop, he pulled her body close to his and weaved his fingers through her hair as she tilted her chin up and clutched at the lapels of his tuxedo blazer. He lowered his head to kiss her.

First, a soft press of their lips together. Then, lightly touching their tongues in that hot little moment before the kiss deepened with moans that were guttural. His head leaned that way and hers the other. Their bodies pressed closely together.

The seconds seemed infinite. Monica ended the kiss with reluctance, not sure of how much time had passed from the very first feel of his mouth. She felt tipsy. And as if in a dream.

Her Prince Charming looked too delicious in his tailored tux for her not to long to undress him and have him for another night of passion.

Is it midnight? Will the carriage change back to a pumpkin? Have I lost my shoe?

She smiled at the whimsy.

“Just once more?” he asked, his voice deep and thrilling.

Her eyes fell to his mouth before she swiped the gloss from his lips with her thumb.

He eased his hands down to her lower back to gently knead the spot just above the curve of her buttocks. “You don’t work for the family anymore,” he said.

“No, I do not,” Monica agreed, before stepping back out of his embrace and walking over to the railing to look out at the waves highlighted by the glow from the moon. She enjoyed the feel of the breeze, but it was nothing akin to the heat of Gabe’s body.

He walked over to close the gap between them. “I’m not built for a relationship,” he admitted.

“And I wouldn’t want one with you,” she countered, tilting her chin up a notch as she turned to lean back against the railing as he came to a stop before her.

“With just me? Or with anyone?” he asked, his voice as deep as the river surrounding them.

“Anyone. Love is for fools.”

He chuckled and gripped the railing on either side of her body as he leaned down to press kisses from her chin to her lips. She released a telling gasp of pleasure.

“This thing between us is going to happen again,” he said near her ear before shifting his head to taste her mouth.

Anticipation nearly made her weak. “Just...once...more,” she spoke against his mouth.

Gabe stepped back from her and extended his hand. “Then let’s get the hell out of here,” he said.

Monica bit her bottom lip and smiled as she slid her hand in his.

The sun rose over Manhattan with ease, casting the city with light streaked with crimson, pinks and orange. Monica eyed the beauty outside the window of her hotel room as Gabe pressed warm kisses from one shoulder to the other. It was how he awakened her after a night of the most electric sex of her life.

First round was in one of the private cabins aboard ship. That had been fast and furious, leaving them both sweaty and breathless.

Not done with each other, they used one of the family’s cars to reach her suite, where the next round had been slow and passionate. Against the door. The floor. The sofa. The windowsill. And finally, the bed. At times he took the lead. Sometimes she was in charge.

Pure pleasure.

And now, from the length of his hardness against her buttocks, he was ready for round three.

She lay on her back, causing the sheet to twist down to her waist leaving her breasts exposed. She reached to pull it back up, now feeling shy under the light of day.

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