Page 69 of The Wrong Groom

“Are you close?” he rasps.

“Mm-hm,” I manage around him, and a determined look fills his expression.

“Then let go. Come apart for me. I want to watch it happen while I come in your mouth.”

The words are demanding, but it’s the raw need under them that undoes me. My eyes squeeze shut, my muscles tense, and I come hard, letting out a muffled cry around him. He hisses out a breath, and his cock becomes impossibly thicker and harder before it pulses against my tongue.

“Oh god, Alexis…”

Spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, more than I expected, and I swallow several times, my heart racing. He groans again, his fingers tightening in my hair, although I can barely feel it past the pleasure still rolling through me as my orgasm finally subsides.

His shaft jerks one last time before he pulls back, breathing hard. Before I’ve even come down from the thrill of it all, he hauls me up by the arms and presses me to the door again, taking my face in both large hands and devouring my mouth with his. He groans, and it hits me in a sudden rush that he can probably taste himself on my tongue.

God, why is that so hot?

I cling to him, kissing him back with everything I have. Even though I came about five seconds ago, I feel just as needy and desperate for him as I did when we first slipped into this bathroom.

“That was the kind of blowjob that could wreck a man,” Gabriel breathes, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as he kisses me again. “Sorry, I should’ve asked if you were okay with me coming in your mouth. I got so caught up, I forgot how new you are to all of this. I hope I didn’t⁠—”

“No.” I shake my head immediately, grinning against his lips. “I wanted it. I liked it.”

“Jesus, you’re going to kill me.” He laughs, quiet and hoarse. “I can’t get enough. I want you so fucking badly right now.”

“Me too.”

I pull back, gazing into his darkened eyes. I know we can’t take things much further than this right now, but holy shit, if I were a braver person, I’d strip out of my pants, turn around, and demand that he fuck me right here against the door. Having him eat me out was amazing, and what we just did was mind-blowing too.

But all I want is more.

“Fuck.” Gabriel tips his head back on a frustrated groan, looking just about as wrecked as I feel. “If we were anywhere else…”

He pulls his pants up and quickly fastens them, and my stomach sinks, because I’m sure I can guess what he’s about to say. We’re in a restaurant, and we’ve already pushed our luck about as far as we can, sneaking into the bathroom to get each other off like this. If we take things further with so many people around, we’ll definitely get caught.

Then something shifts behind Gabriel’s eyes. One corner of his lip curls up in a half smile, and he presses a quick kiss to my lips. “You know what? Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He doesn’t explain any more than that, just turns me away from the door and slips out. I stare after him as the door shuts with a quiet click, baffled, my whole body still humming from what we just did. I have no idea what he’s up to, but the heated state he left me in hasn’t faded one bit. With slightly shaky hands, I pull my pants up and lock the door behind him.

Several minutes crawl by, and I spend them replaying everything that just happened, my skin still flushed and tingling. Just when my curiosity is starting to become overwhelming, there’s a knock at the door.

“It’s me,” he says through the heavy wood, and I hurry to open it.

“What were you doing?”

He offers me his arm, that same half smile from earlier still on his face. “Come with me.”

I loop my arm through his, and he walks me back past the elevators and into the restaurant. My heart gives a little skip when we round the corner and I realize we’re standing in a now empty room. There had to be a hundred people in here earlier, but there’s not a single soul left.

“What’s going on?”

Gabriel arches a brow at me. “It’s ours now. All of it.”

“What?”

I gape at him, even though I heard him clearly enough. The words just don’t add up. Chuckling, Gabriel closes my mouth with two fingers under my chin, then draws me close and kisses me again. He turns us in a slow circle as he does it, one hand laced with mine, the other at the small of my back, like we’re the only couple on some grand dance floor.

When the kiss breaks, I ease back, still trying to understand. “Did you…?”

His smile widens, satisfaction radiating from him. He sweeps his free hand out toward the empty room. “Like I said. All ours.” Then he shrugs. “Well, I don’t officially have the deed yet, but the deal is done. We have the place to ourselves.”