ended up in the tabloids and papers and internet sites because of my carelessness with women in public.
I don’t want that to happen with Gabrielle. We have too much to lose now.
Gabrielle nods beneath my hand, looking trusting, and I remove it as I continue to pump into her harder and harder. The sink digs into my hips as I fuck her against it, and her legs wrap tighter around my waist, holding me in place. Her hands move up and down my shirt, nails digging into my muscles and working their way down to my ass where she takes a hard hold, pulling me into her until I’m driven so deep inside her pussy, the breath is knocked out of my lungs.
“Fuck,” I swear, grunting with each thrust, the sweat beading on my forehead and rolling off the tip of my nose and onto her collarbone. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long. I need you to come with me.”
“So make me,” she says in a thick, throaty voice, leaving quick bites along my neck. “Make me come, Pascal.”
Jesus. I’ve never heard anything sexier before.
I start arching up, driving my cock up at an angle, trying to get her coming from the inside, and then when I realize it’s only making me want to come, I slip my fingers over her clit.
The combination is all it takes. She comes, biting down on my shoulder to muffle her cries, her legs shaking as she convulses around my dick, squeezing and milking me until I have no choice anymore but to come.
Almost there.
Fuck.
The release slides up my spine, and it’s like a bomb going off, blowing my mind and body apart as I come, shooting straight into her as my pumps begin to slow. I groan loudly, lost to the feeling, lost to the sensation of her around me, feeling her deep inside. All her secrets seem like they’ve been brought to the surface, for me and me only.
If she’s not my salvation, if she’s not my redemption, then she’s something better and greater than that.
I think I might be finding a better version of myself in her.
A better man.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, her hands coming to the side of my face. She holds me in her grasp, sliding her thumb around my chin in a blissed-out, thoughtful way.
“I think I just did,” I manage to say, my voice rough.
She smiles at me sweetly, the kind of smile that radiates joy from her eyes.
I lean in and place a soft kiss on her lips, smiling against them.
Because I’m happy.
I’m fucking happy.
“We should get back to the table before our food gets warm,” I tell her with a smirk, grabbing my cock and pulling out of her.
“Ha-ha,” she says in a goofy way, and I grab her by the waist and lift her off the sink. Her legs are a bit shaky as we quickly adjust each other, making sure we both look presentable.
I kiss her on the forehead before we leave. “Let’s go have the second course.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GABRIELLE
For the first time in a long time, I wake up rested, like I actually had a full night’s sleep. The feeling is so strange to me that it takes me a while to wonder who I am and where I am.
And then . . . who I’m with.
I’m lying naked under the covers in a bedroom that wasn’t the one I passed out in on our first night.
It’s Pascal’s room.
And he’s sleeping in bed right beside me, on his back, head to the side. His eyes are closed, and he’s snoring ever so slightly.
The sight of him makes me stop and stare.
I still can’t really believe it.
Yesterday was such a blur, full of things I didn’t dare imagine or dream for, that I’m still unsure if this is a dream right now.
I mean, he’s here. I’m in his bed. We’re both naked.
After he fucked me in the restaurant bathroom, we went out and had an amazing sushi meal. Then it was a long drive back to the villa. You’d think we would have gone straight to sleep, but instead he brought me to his bed and I went willingly.
I wanted him.
I want him.
The more I have him, the more that need builds, that need that’s making me crazy, that’s clouding my thoughts and judgment and blowing it all into the wind.
I adjust myself carefully on the bed, ignoring the inner voices, the ones that are warning me and telling me I’m going to