His afternoon scruff teases my cheek as he whispers those immortal words into my ear, then nips the lobe. I squirm in his arms, needing his touch. Skin on skin.
“You tortured me too,” I whisper, arching against him.
“No more of that. It’s past us.”
I shiver and my nipples pebble, eager for more. For everything he has to give. His lips tear from mine and then trail, no, nip their way down my jaw, to my throat. Eyes shut tight, I sink my fingers into his hair. He peels my dress down, exposing inches of skin that he kisses. My nerve endings fire rapid pleasure warnings to my brain.
“More,” I whimper. I don’t recognize the huskiness in my voice.
My bra strap slips over my shoulder, and he’s right there to lavish attention on the revealed skin. Needing to return the favors, I shove at his suit jacket, but it doesn’t budge. At least not far.
“Hold on, Pri—” He halts the endearment, respecting my earlier request. His thoughtfulness kills me and rebuilds me in an instant.
I want to be his. His princess, his lover, his everything. Honestly, he makes me feel like a queen.
“Say it,” I plead. “Who am I?”
“Princess.” He practically growls the word, sounding more like Alex than Gabe. The word, the neediness, the pleasure in his tone unravels me. I yank at his tie, then the top button, swooping in to kiss the hollow of his throat.
He adjusts his footing and then stands, depositing me back onto the conference table. We tug at each other’s clothing with an urgency I’ve never felt before. Like I might die any minute and he’s my salvation.
With the top of my dress tugged just below my breasts, he lifts his head just long enough to give me a thorough once-over that makes my stomach and my pussy clench. His hands flex into my sides, a clear message of need. He wants me naked and all to himself. Heavens help me, I want the same thing. Tobe stretched out beneath him. On top of him. Any and every way he wants me.
Then he ducks his head, those sandy blond locks falling forward as he trails the tip of his tongue along the sheer edge of my bra. Holy moly. He really is a master of pacing. Speeding up just to slow us down. I’m dripping for him, and I still have my panties on.
The hard tabletop bites into my ass, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters is getting this dress out of the way. Next time, King needs to pick something with more give. A smile curves my lips. Maybe he did this on purpose. I honestly wouldn’t put it past him.
Wondering if King picked the form-fitting sheath to make Gabe lose his mind is tantalizing. When Gabe sucks my left nipple into his mouth, laving the aching tip through the lace, I gasp. Liquid fire spreads through me, pooling beneath my belly button. I wrap my legs around one of his, holding on tight. He leans me back further, making a meal of me. One breast to the other, teasing my nipples through my bra, driving us both to a fever pitch in the process.
When I’m flat on my back, his hands smoothing up and down my sides, I’m breathing hard. My hands grab any inch of him I can, which isn’t much as he moves south.
“He did this on purpose,” he grouses, trying to shove the skirt up over my hips.
A giggle bubbles up my throat, and he shoots me a hot look through dark lashes. I love that his mind went to the same place mine did. That we both know what a mischief King can be. That we’re back on the same page. “Probably.”
“He’s going to pay for it later.”
The dark declaration sends a wild curl of desire through my veins, settling in my clit. “What are you going to do?”
“You’ll see.”
“Will I?” I let my head drop back and stare up at the ceiling as I kick my heels off.
We work together to shimmy, lift, and basically shove our clothing out of the way. I reach for the button of his trousers and make quick work of freeing him. Like, world record fast. I close a fist around his hard and oh-so-ready cock. Air hisses through his teeth as he sucks in a sharp breath. His chin drops to his chest with a needy groan, and his fingertips flex into my thighs.
“Need you,” I breathe, spreading my legs.
“Same, but I want you ready.”
His hands immediately zoom to the fabric covering my pussy, and he swipes a thumb over my clit. My hips buck, and I lose my grip on his cock.
Gabe chuckles. “Needy little thing.”
Glaring down my body at him, I whimper. Then slap a hand over my mouth because damn, girl, have a little pride. That only makes him smirk harder and jerk my panties to the side.
“Are you wet for me, Princess?” He swipes a finger through my lower lips, moisture easing the way.
“Mhmm.” I skim my hands up my sides, cover my breasts.
