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“ANGEL.”
I open my eyes tothe sight of Gabriel fresh from the shower, leaning over me. “Hey.”
“Morning.” He runs a hand along my face and into my hair. “Breakfast is here. You’ve got an hour before you need to be ready.”
I blink and look around. “What time is it?” It’s crazy bright in here. I must’ve slept in. “Ready for what?” I don’t remember us making plans.
I swear his skin flushes. “To marry me.”
“Oh, shit.” I sit up, panic setting in. “But I don’t have anything to wear.”
He stills me when I try to get up. “Calm, baby. All you need to do is eat, clean up, and throw on some jeans and a t-shirt. Everything else is taken care of.” He releases me and sits back. “Liliana said not to wash your hair, but to shave.” He smirks. “The last part seemed a little personal to me.” He pulls the covers down to reveal my breasts—I swear they look even bigger today. He’s such a guy.
I direct his eyes to me. Smugly, he complies.
“She’s just looking out for me.” I smack his hands away as I hop out of bed, looking for his t-shirt I had on last night.
When I don’t find it, I turn to see him holding it up by one finger. “Looking for this?”
“Yes.” I go to grab it, but he pulls me onto his lap instead.
“I’ve got this fantasy of you sitting on my cock while you eat. Care to make your fiancé’s fantasy a reality?”
“You said I only have an hour.” It’s not ano, but I can’t be too eager. We’ve got a lifetime together. Besides, I haven’t even peed or brushed my teeth.
He cups me between my legs and groans when he finds me ready. What can I say? I’m always ready when it comes to this man.
“It’s called multi-tasking, Angel.” He slips a finger inside me and nibbles my neck. “I have a feeling you’ll excel at it.”
I clench around him, more than willing to oblige. “Gabriel.”
“Fuck, Angel. I’m not sure I can go all day without being inside you.”
Yeah, he had me the minute he saidfiancéandfantasyin the same sentence. “Give me two minutes.” I rush to the bathroom to take care of business and text Lili to say I may be a few minutes late.
A girl’s gotta take care of her groom.
The sight of her on my lap, reverse cowgirl style, without even moving—I’m ready to blow. I swore I’d let her get at least half her breakfast in before I got serious about fucking her. We’re sitting on the edge of the bed, like last night, and she’s eating off the table our breakfast arrived on. Only this time, instead of her sitting next to me, she’s on my cock, her legs on either side of mine. I’ve been playing with her tits enough to get her hips squirming. But when she leans back, her head on my shoulder, and guides my hand lower, I know my girl has had enough breakfast. She’s hungry for something else.
I kiss her shoulder and up her jaw. “You done, Angel?”
“Mm-hmm,” she sighs, her hand still covering mine as I start to tease her clit. Her hips shoot forward and back.
Christ. Jesus. Fuck.“You wanna ride or change positions?”
“Ride.” Yet she surprises me when she stands up and pushes the tray away, flips around and reseats herself, face to face. “I want to see my fiancé when he comes.”
Ah, fuck.This marriage talk is hot. I might have considered it sooner if I’d known— nah, she’s the only one I could ever feel this way about. I want to get married because it’s her. The only fucking reason.
“Gabriel?”
“Yeah, Angel.” I grip her ass, sinking in deep.
“We gotta hurry.” She caresses the stubble on my jaw. The want and adoration shimmering in her gray eyes has me hard as fuck. She kisses me softly, sucking on my bottom lip. “I want to look nice when I marry you, Big Man.”
Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her down for a scorching kiss, only to give a reprieve to be sure she knows. “Francesca Angelique—soon to be Stone, you could marry me wearing my gym bag and you’d still be the hottest fucking bride ever in the history of time.” I groan when her pussy contracts around me. “But I hear ya.”
“You said my full name,” she gasps like it’s wrong, not allowed.
