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As I rolled it on, Gabby removed her bra, which left her naked on my desk. I began to rise before her, only to get distracted by the ripe, tempting berries at the tips of her breasts, so I paused there to taste and lavish them with a little at
tention first.
Soft, unhurried fingers stroked my back and shoulders before fingernails scraped gently through my hair and over my scalp. Her touch was peaceful and gentle; it probably should’ve calmed me. Except it did the very opposite, only making my body build with edgy need. When I let a wet, thoroughly sucked nipple pop free from between my teeth and finally rose before her, she smiled in approval.
“We should go to your room,” she said.
I nodded. “We should.” But then I looked down at her nude and open on my desk, and I stepped forward instead of back.
Wrapping my hand around the base of her spine, I slid her to the edge of the desk. She rasped out her surprise and clutched the wood with both hands as I took the base of my cock in one hand and drew it forward. We both watched as I pressed myself against her opening. Then we looked up together, right into each other’s eyes.
She nodded once, letting me know she was ready.
I wanted to say something, tell her how much this meant to me, how glad I was that it was her, how I knew nothing was ever going to be the same again, and I was honored by it. But I couldn’t find the words. So I pushed forward, watching her eyes flair with surprise and her mouth drop open as I sank deep.
“Holy fuck,” she croaked.
Exactly.
Straining against the pleasure and the pulsing need to go fast and hard, I pulled out and thrust back in. She moaned and clutched my arm for dear life.
“Jesus, Hayden.” Leaning forward, she pressed her face into my chest. “God, you’re so—Mmm. Don’t stop. Feels so damn good.”
No fucking way was I going to stop any time soon, but I couldn’t get as deep as I wanted to go either. My damn knees kept bumping into the desk whenever I penetrated her, preventing me from—
“Dammit,” I muttered in frustration before I pulled myself out completely.
Gabby gave a startled yelp. “What’re you—?”
But I was already shimmying her off the desk, turning her around, and bending her over it just enough to display her ass in such a way that I grew even harder than before.
“You okay with this?” I asked, stepping in behind her and finding her entrance once again.
She gurgled out a sound of shock and pleasure, even as she bobbed her head and scrambled to find something to hold on to. “Yes, yes—”
I thrust hard, finally finding the depth I’d been craving. Gabby cried out, pushing back against me and quivering, grinding on my cock as if she couldn’t get enough of it. Realizing I’d hit that spot in her that only the luckiest of bastards could ever discover, I reached around and gripped her breast in one hand, then her pussy with the other. When that seemed to ignite her even more, I went wild, fucking her like an animal.
As soon as she started to come, her body milking mine, I finally dropped my face to the back of her shoulder and released myself deep, my mind, body, and soul completely blown.
Chapter 26
Hayden
When we finally made our way to my room, Gabby curled into me on the cool mattress and tucked her face under my chin before she stroked her hand up and down my arm.
I banded an arm around her shoulders, holding her close, and kissed her hair.
This was nice.
I’d never felt this complete and satisfied before, as if I was a piece of a puzzle who’d just found its misplaced half.
Gabby gave a contented sigh and glanced up at me, smiling lazily. I knew we should probably finish going through everything we’d found at Lana’s earlier. Or I should decide what to do about the Isaac-Brick situation. But for the life of me, I couldn’t muster a single care about any of that shit. I just wanted to keep lying here, looking at Gabriella.
“I missed you today,” she murmured, walking her fingers up my bare chest.
My eyebrows lifted. “You missed me?”
“Yeah, you know, after work,” she went on. “I know getting picked up by you and driven home two days in a row doesn’t in any way qualify as a routine, but it just felt off for me not to get to tell you about everything that happened during my day or ask you about—oh geesh. There was so much to ask. How did your presentation go? Did Kaitlynn’s and your brother’s portfolio come out okay? How was your meeting with the detective? And, oh my God, I forgot to tell you about Diego and hitmen and—”
