Mr. Rothe - Lynn Hagen Page 0,23

my boss down because I hadn’t shown up.

“What is it?” Gabe released his cock and sat forward. “Have you changed your mind?”

“No.” I shook my head, forced Gabe to sit back, then straddled his corded thighs. His hands rested against my hips.

Gabe didn’t look as though he believed me. “Then why did the spark fizzle from your eyes?”

“My eyes were sparking?” I kissed the edge of Gabe’s jaw, hoping to distract him.

It worked.

Soon Gabe had me pinned beneath him, igniting my body into flames, kissing and petting me. It was pure torture, to have his hard cock gliding over my skin, to feel the droplets of pre-cum being left behind. I was in a whirlwind, drowning in Gabe’s masculine scent, cocooned by his body, and I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

I had to touch, to draw my fingers over every dip and curve, to memorize where every imperfection was, to taste his skin under my lips, and to hear his heavy breathing as he explored my body.

I’d never had anyone so eager to run his hands over me, to softly kiss my shoulder, or to look at me the way Gabe was looking at me.

I was drugged, dizzy with this man, licking the saltiness from his body, arching into Gabe with need.

“Give me one second.” Gabe pulled away and walked down a hallway but was back before I could wonder where he had gone. He set the bottle of lube aside then stretched back onto the couch, pulling me into his arms.

I was lost in a haze, need engulfing me, driving me as I reached for the lube. Gabe held out his hand, and I squirted a dollop onto his fingers.

He nibbled my lips, torturing me while sliding his fingers along my hole. Gabe distracted me with slow, lazy kisses that made me moan, made me wish this were a permanent thing. But I wasn’t an idiot. We were caught up in the moment. Two people forced together by circumstances. I no more belonged in his world than he belonged in mine.

But I was going to enjoy myself while I had this stud all to myself.

“Open your legs for me, beautiful.”

If Gabe kept talking to me that way, I just might fall in love with him, and that was something I had to avoid at all costs. My heart wouldn’t be able to withstand the blow when he tired of me and moved on.

Get out of your own head and just enjoy the moment. Stop thinking two steps ahead. I just feared that I was already losing myself to Gabriel Rothe.

My thoughts scattered when his fingers entered me, stretching me, making my muscles burn at the invasion. I kissed him harder, gripping his arms and holding out until the burn subsided.

Gabe scissored his fingers, twisted his wrist, and touched my hot spot, damn near making me go off like a rocket. I had to bite my lip and concentrate not to come.

And we hadn’t even gotten to him actually sliding his cock into me. I was losing it over his fingers. But it was the way he watched me, as if gauging my reaction, fully focused on my pleasure.

What drove me higher was the fact that I could still taste him on my lips, his essence, the sweet release that had rocked him.

“I’m about to make you mine,” Gabe purred into my ear. I didn’t take his words at face value. Guys—including myself—loved to talk trash during sex. They were empty words that served only to ramp up the excitement.

“Then do it.” I bucked my hips, going along with the foreplay of words. “Make me yours, stud. Tame this bronco.”

I had never said I was good at trash talk. I would have to work on that.

Later.

The smile that lit up Gabe’s face made my heart shudder. He had that runway-model look that would make any woman drop her panties and make even straight men envy him. A gay man didn’t stand a chance when Gabe turned his charm on them.

He slid his fingers free, reared back, then grabbed the lube. I’d lost my ability to breathe as I watched him lather his cock. The damn thing had plenty of girth and length. I should know. I’d just had it rammed down my throat.

I curled my good hand into the couch cushions as Gabe lined the head of his dick to my stretched, lubed hole. He planted one hand on the arm of the couch, hovering over me, my