With her next grind down against the mattress, she tips over the edge and howls as a climax rips through her.
My own release tears right after her, like a predator hunting its prey.
I bury my face in the soft, sweet skin of her back.
Holy fuck.
5
Ellie
When Gavin shifts his weight off me, I miss it so keenly it almost hurts. But he returns shortly, pressing a damp washcloth between my legs.
Then he kisses my shoulder, my spine, all the way down to the curve of my butt.
I’ve never felt more adored—or more exposed.
“What did we just do?” I whisper, my cheeks flaming.
“Something that was a lot of fun,” he says with a rumble of laughter as he stretches out beside me.
I turn my face and look at him. At those glittering eyes and that beautiful smile. “Definitely that.”
But it was more than just fun. Just when I think we’re as close as two people can get, he finds a way to get even deeper into my soul.
Right now, though, he’s not worried about anything existential. He hauls me on top of him, wrapping his arms around my naked body. “We should get up and make some breakfast.”
My stomach gurgles on command.
I slide out of bed and grab his tuxedo shirt off the chair on my way into the bathroom.
When I come out, he’s gone, and I can hear him whistling downstairs. I do up enough buttons to be covered in case an RCMP officer busts into the house for matters of national security, then I follow the sound of a very happy man.
I find him in the kitchen. He’s waiting for the coffee maker to finish hissing, and he’s reading emails on his phone again.
Like me, he pulled on something to be decent, just in case. Grey sweatpants. Good lord, be still my heart. My eyes gobble up the curve of his ass and the long, strong stretch of leg down to his bare feet.
The muscles in his back flex and ripple as he opens a cupboard and pulls down two mugs with one big hand.
The other is still typing a reply on his phone.
I clear my throat and he pauses half a beat, then turns around.
He gives me an amused smile that tells me I managed to startle him even though he suppressed the reaction.
“Important work?” I ask with a smile.
“Not as important as you.” He puts the phone down and pulls me close. I get lost in the bright blue of his eyes as he lowers his head, and his lips—light and sweet—almost surprise me as he presses against my mouth. “Not today.”
Part of the deal of loving Gavin means that some days—most days—that’s not the answer. I’m more than okay with that, but I love that he goes out of his way to put me first when he can.
And he puts me first where it matters. He’s always got me in his heart, even if his mind and body need to be elsewhere.
I soften into his embrace, savouring the sweetness of his kiss. When we finally break apart, he puts his forehead on mine and just smiles at me.
Dirty sex is…incredible. But this? Nothing means more to me than this moment. His eyes on me, his hands on my hips, and that secret smile that wraps all the way around both of us.
“How about pancakes for breakfast?” I ask.
“You read my mind.” He kisses the end of my nose. “I’ll mix up the batter. You’re on frying pan duty.”
That’s because he always rushes them, turns the heat up one notch too far so they brown on the bottom before they’re ready to be flipped.
I’m patient.
Not about a lot of things, but pancakes for my man? I’ll make sure those are perfect every time.
I watch him put everything in a mixing bowl. I can imagine a little person next to him, a chair pushed against the counter. Little hands wanting to help. Flour everywhere.
But there’s so much laughter, too. It’s worth the mess and the extra time it takes.
Six months until our wedding.
Six months until we can start that family.
I can’t wait.
THE END
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Mel
“Ms. Seymour.” Warm breath brushes over my skin, sending shivers through my body before my brain registers the owner of that sinfully deep voice. “Are you here for business or pleasure.”
Pleasure. Most definitely pleasure. But not with him, no matter how much my body is begging me, because if there’s one thing I never do, is mix pleasure with business. “This is a surprise.”
“A pleasant one.”
“Stuart, this can’t happen.”
“I would think someone in your line of work would be very adept at keeping your work and private lives separate.”
“I am. By never allowing them to touch in the first place.” And coming here was a mistake. I’d hoped to blow off some stress after today’s meeting, instead, my chest is even tighter and my shoulders are practically touching my earlobes. “I think I’m going to call it a night. Turns out this isn’t what I needed after all.”
“No, you should stay and play. I’ll keep out of your way.”
“Nope. Just not feeling it tonight. I should get some sleep anyway. I’ve got to be back in L.A. tomorrow afternoon and I need to finish researching those recommendations you gave me.”
“Sorry I couldn’t help, but I’m sure you’ll be able to find someone suitable on that list.”
Couldn’t, my fucking ass. Wouldn’t is the word I’d use. And sure, there probably is someone on that list that will do just fine, the problem is I don’t have a lot of time to be flitting all over the continent conducting in-person interviews. And there is no way I’m going to trust a project this sensitive to anyone without a face-to-face first.