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"Do you need to address it? It's fine. We can just do this another day."
I shook my head. "Oh no. Work comes first."
He shook his head. "Family comes first."
"There's nothing I can do about it right now anyway, but thank you for your concern."
I went to pass him and he gently took my elbow. "I'll walk you back down, but honestly, I wish you’d let me help."
I sighed as I told him the truth. "I'm not good at asking for help."
"Well then, you should get better at it, because sometimes people just want to help you and take care of you. Wouldn't that be nice? I get the impression you take care of a lot of people."
He had no idea. When we reached the doorway of the sealed room, he keyed the security code into the pad again. Once we stepped inside, I turned to him. "You know what? About that thing you asked me the other day, dinner. It would be strictly for business," I quickly interjected, "but maybe I'll take you up on it."
He grinned. "I would love that. Saturday? I’ll pick you up."
And just like that, he took the bait.
15
Tabatha
I had survived my first solo face to face with the target. I should feel relieved. I should be exhausted. But instead, I’d been fitfully sleeping and restless.
It had been a long fucking day, and it was taking me a minute to fall asleep in my new digs. It didn’t help that the only thing separating Gabe and I was a thin slab of drywall. After my meeting with Jennings, Gabe had been uncharacteristically quiet. I’d debriefed him, handed over my coms, and come to the flat. He’d said nothing.
Finally, a dream pulled me under, holding me captive with need. Knowing Gabe was right next door certainly wasn't helping matters.
Before, sure, he was hot, but he was such a controlling prick, and he clearly hated me. But now, I knew how he kissed. The possessive way he'd wind his hand in my hair and fist it. I knew that he liked to bite when kissing and that his cock was enormous.
So of course, how the hell was I supposed to not think about him? It was like telling me there was a unicorn in the room but forbidding me to look for it. The problem was, the more I tried not to think of Gabe the more I thought about him. The more he distracted me. The more I craved him like oxygen.
As I sank further into sleep, my brain ignored my pleas. Instead of the sleep of the dreamless, I was offered an all too viscerally real rendition of Dream Gabe.
My body trembled as his hands moved over me.
"Your skin is so soft," he breathed, sending hot shivers across my body. His scorching touch electrified me, driving me closer and closer to the edge of pure pleasure.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice throaty with desire.
I looked up into his eyes, my breath catching in my throat as my body heated up. "I want you," I said, my voice soft but full of longing.
He smiled and moved his hands lower, exploring every inch of my body with his fingertips. His lips trailed kisses down my neck and spine, sending sparks of arousal through me. His cock was deliciously thick, and the mere thought of it made me gasp in anticipation.
Gabe's hand moved lower, each gentle caress sending shockwaves through my body. His deft fingers teased my clit, setting me ablaze. His touch sent molten waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I gasped. I opened my legs wider for him, soaking in every sensation as he expertly increased the intensity of his strokes. I moaned as pleasure built up within me.
Suddenly Gabe pulled away and pushed me onto the bed. His eyes were dark with desire as he looked at me. "I'm going to make you come," he growled against my ear, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
"Yes please. I want to come. Please, Gabe." My breathing was ragged as I begged him for more, almost too lost in pleasure to form coherent words.
In one swift move Gabe spread my legs apart and thrust into me deeply. I moaned out loud as I felt him inside me, pushing against him to take him deeper inside me with each thrust. We were lost in passion, our rhythm only broken by moans and desperate cries for more.
Gabe's thrusts became more urgent as arousal flooded my body, and soon I was screaming out his name in pure ecstasy as a wild orgasm swept through me like wildfire.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my ear, spinning us into an even more intense spiral of pleasure.
I writhed and moaned. Arching my body into his. Wanting more of him, so much more. Trying to grasp that ethereal thread that connected us. But the more I reached, the further away he got.
