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When he’s fully seated inside me, we both go still, breathing hard together. He feels huge from this angle, stretching me and filling me so I can barely breathe.

“Look at us,” he commands, his fingers digging into my hips as he starts to move in slow, deep strokes. “See how well you take me. Watch me claim you.”

I watch in the mirror over the sink as he pulls almost out before sliding back, a bit harder and faster this time. Gabriel chuckles, turning my chin to direct my attention to the full-length mirror on the opposite wall, angling my body so I can see our reflection from the side.

“Pick any mirror you like, but don’t stop watching,” he says, his pace increasing again. “I want you to know how beautiful you look when I’m inside you.”

The side view is even more filthy. I can see his muscles flex and ripple as he moves, the way my body bows to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts. It’s raw and primal and so deep that I feel another orgasm building despite my exhaustion.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Gabriel encourages, sliding one hand up to cup my breast through my sweater. “I can feel you getting close again. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight, like you never want to let me go.”

He’s right. I can feel my inner walls fluttering around him, my body responding to his perfect rhythm. The angle of our bodies makes his cock hit places inside me that have my toes curling and my vision blurring at the edges.

“Come for me,” he demands, his pace becoming more forceful. “I want to feel you fall apart on my cock. Want that sweet pussy milking me dry.”

His other hand slides down to find my oversensitive clit, circling it in tight, precise movements that make me cry out softly. The added stimulation is exactly what I need to push me over the edge again.

“That’s it,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear as the hand on my breast slides up to squeeze my throat. “Come for me, just like this. Let go. I’ve got you.”

When the orgasm crashes over me, it’s all-consuming. I watch in the mirror as my face contorts, my mouth falling open in a silent scream as my pussy clamps down around Gabriel’s thick cock.

He follows me over the edge, his restraint finally snapping as my walls flutter around him. He buries his face in my neck, muffling his rough groan as he empties himself into the condom with deep, hard thrusts that seem to go on forever.

For a long few moments, we stay like that—both breathing hard, my legs trembling with aftershocks.

“Incredible,” he murmurs, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse point before he releases my throat. “You’re so fucking incredible.”

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My heart is still pounding hard and fast, and my knees could definitely still buckle at any moment as I work to regain my equilibrium.

Four orgasms in less than an hour.

I didn’t know my body was capable of experiencing such intense sensations. And now that I do know, I’m not sure I can ever go back to being the woman I was before—the one who settled for mediocre everything, including mediocre sex.

Gabriel pulls out slowly, and I whimper at the loss. I want to keep him inside me forever, as ridiculous as that sounds. I feel too empty without the stretch of his thick cock filling me.

Before I can overthink it, he turns me around and kisses me deeply. I sink into the kiss without hesitation. It feels so natural, like we’ve been doing this for years instead of having just started. There’s something about this moment that feels complete, now that he’s fucked me too. As if some fundamental part of the universe has clicked into place, balance finally restored.

I let myself get lost in the kiss for a moment, but then we part for air, and I murmur breathlessly, “You left the game.”

Gabriel chuckles, the deep sound making my stomach flutter. “We weren’t going to win anyway. Charles will probably blame me as the reason we lost, though. He refuses to see the writing on the wall when it comes to strategy.”

Charles strikes me as that kind of man in general. The type who never admits when he’s wrong. “I think you did win,” I say softly. “With me.”

Gabriel grins and kisses me again, sweet and quick. “Fuck, yes. What a team we make.”

That innocent comment makes my heart twinge a little. Both because it would be wonderful if he meant that in a way beyond the physical, but also because a team suggests two people. Just two.

I’m still worried about how this whole arrangement will turn out, what it means for all of us. But in this moment, basking in the euphoria of my climax and the afterglow of fantastic sex, I can’t quite bring myself to voice those concerns.

Gabriel disposes of the condom and we quickly clean ourselves up, then straighten our clothes and try to make ourselves presentable. Hopefully nobody noticed exactly how long we were gone.

I slip out first, and after about thirty seconds, I hear Gabriel following behind me. I’ve just reached the end of the hallway when I bump into someone coming around the corner.

Two familiar hands steady me, and I look up to see Liam. I quickly take a step back, putting distance between us. “Oh, sorry about that.”