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Her fingers slip around my neck, and she pulls me close. Her lips press their way up my throat, and her hands slide down my shoulders and over my arms like she’s been dying to touch me for ages. I bend down and kiss her lips again, and she returns it with the kind of enthusiasm she’s only ever had in my fantasies.
When she breaks it, her eyes drift lower to my chest and her fingers follow their path to my abs as she traces the tattoos there. I let my hands graze down her sides, treating her like glass that could break because I can’t quite believe this is really happening. I’m waiting to wake up from a dream.
“I just can’t stop thinking about you. Since last night…” she confesses.
“Me too.”
Her hands move lower, and I don’t stop her when she wraps her fingers around my cock and kisses me again. I push her back against the wall, and my mouth goes to her throat when she starts to stroke.
“I was jealous of Ms. Stuart.” She leans in closer to me as she says it. “I think I wanted you to find me in the tub.”
“I’m jealous of any man who gets to touch you.” I slide my hand back up her side and cup her breast, kissing down her chest until I can run my tongue over her nipple. It peaks under my touch, and her back arches to meet my mouth.
“Touch me. Please,” she begs, her free hand going to my shoulder again while her other takes another long stroke of my cock, edging me closer.
I slip my hand between her thighs, parting her and using the pads of my fingers to lightly brush over her clit. I’m more out of practice than I’d like to admit, and the only thing I want is to make her fall apart. I slide my fingers lower on the next go, slipping inside her and back out again, gratified to feel how wet she’s getting for me already.
I lave my tongue back over her nipple and feather my touch over her clit while she lets out a little moan. She struggles to maintain her grip on my cock, writhing under my touch, and I don’t even care. I just need her to come for me. Need to know I brought her to the edge and carried her over it.
“Oh my god. You’re good at this.” She bites her lower lip, and her head tilts back, another small whimper from her throat. I release her nipple to watch her, studying every little sound and movement, so I can give her what she needs.
“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect…” I whisper.
She lets out a small curse. “You’ve already got me so close. Gabe. Please.”
“Fuck… the way you beg and say my name like that.”
“I’m sorry.” She reaches out for my cock, but I grab her wrist and pin it back against the tile.
“No. Right now. This is about you. I need this so badly, Aurora. To hear you come apart for me.”
CHAPTERTEN
Aurora
Gabe’s fingers are fucking magic. Bringing me dangerously close to the edge so fast I can hardly believe it’s happening. I’ve wasted years not asking this man to touch me, and it feels like a crime now. Like all I want is his hands covering every single inch of my body. The way he talks is even better. Like he knows exactly what to say and when to say it. Probably because the man knows me better than I know myself most days.
His fingers massage my clit until every sensation is so incredibly intense, I’m gasping, and a moment later I’m falling down hard. My orgasm melting through me until I feel the shiver down my spine.
“That’s right. Come for me. Let me hear you. You sound so fucking sweet like this.” He urges me on, and I close my eyes as I feel the last of it rolling through me.
His mouth is on mine a second later, swallowing up the last of my moan and pulling me close. I can feel his cock press against me, still so hard. I wrap my fingers around him, moving up and down slowly as his kisses turn messier.
“Fuck that feels so good. I just?—”
There’s a loud knock at the bedroom door and both of us turn abruptly to look at it.
“Dad!” Gin yells and instinctively I let go of him and recoil back against the wall. I have no idea how Gin would feel about me and her father like this, but I definitely don’t want her to find out this way.
“I’m in the shower.” His voice is rough, and I can see the panic in his eyes as he leans over me, his hand still resting on the tile wall behind me.
“Okay. Do you know where Aurora is?”
He looks at me, and I look at him.
“What?” he asks, buying us time even though he knows damn well what she asked.
“Aurora? Where is Aurora?”
