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flick his tongue in a circuitous release of pleasure that climbed up my body.

My body had surrendered and my orgasm galloped toward me, unrelenting and urgent. Just as I began to fall, he took away his tongue and his fingers and stood.

My eyes widened as I waited for him to explain himself. But he said nothing and simply lay me down on the table as if I were the main course at his one-man banquet. He stood at one end of the table and I shifted, understanding Gabriel was a man who always kept his word.

He was going to fuck my mouth.

He guided my head off the end of the table and tilted it back. “I’m going to get so deep—right at the back of your throat.”

I groaned and opened my legs so he could see what his words did to me. What his tongue and his cock had already done to me. I was red and swollen and so, so wet.

He slid against my tongue with a groan and swept his hands through my hair, holding my head as he pulled back and rammed his cock into my throat.

Any other man and I would have said no, but I wanted this just as much as he did. I wanted him to fuck me exactly how he wanted to fuck me. I wanted him to take everything I had to give. I wanted everything with him.

He slid his hands over my breasts, twisting my nipples, causing me to moan at the sparks of pleasure it set up as he kept fucking me where I lay.

“Autumn, you’re so gorgeous,” he growled. He dipped his hand between my legs. “And so fucking wet.”

I came as soon as he touched me. Shuddering as he withdrew from my mouth. “Oh baby. You’re still so wound up.”

Two orgasms and I still wanted more.

“I should have cut this evening short. Made some sort of excuse and come home to fill you up.”

He walked around the table and scooped me up, this time placing me at the edge of the oak. “I think you just need a good, hard fuck again, don’t you?”

He grabbed a condom from where he’d left the packet from the first time, but I didn’t want him to use it.

“I’m taking contraceptives,” I said. “And I was tested before I left the U.S.”

He stalked back from where he’d left me with my legs open, waiting for him. “You want me inside you, skin to skin,” he said as a flat statement. “I was tested after my ex-wife left and there’s been no one since.”

“Yes, Gabriel,” I said, clawing at his chest.

He stood between my legs and positioned himself at my entrance. “You want it?”

I nodded.

He pushed in so slowly, our eyes locked on each other as if we were stepping over some kind of line in the sand.

“It’s so good, Gabriel.” He felt so perfect. As if my body had been waiting for him my entire life.

“Because you’re amazing.”

“With you,” I replied. I was amazing with him. There were no reservations about the strength of my feelings, about what kind of man he was or how he cared for me. And he cared for the whole me, not just the piece of me that I chose to show the world. He liked my shade as well as my light. I didn’t think that was possible. The only obstacles between us were external, and the longer I knew him, and the deeper my feelings grew, the more the issues that once looked unsurmountable seemed to diminish in size and importance.

Was that what love was? Something that could conquer all?

Twenty-Three

Gabriel

I loved fucking Autumn. So much so that I wondered if I’d ever be able to exist without having her naked beneath me. I certainly didn’t want to find out. But more than fucking her, I loved being with her afterward and before and all the times in between. It felt so natural and right. And she was so funny and interesting—I was becoming completely captivated by her.

“It’s late,” she said as she took her legs from where they laid over my lap as we recovered on the sofa. I’d managed to pull on some boxers and trousers. Autumn was wearing my shirt, which made her almost unbearably tempting, and we’d just been sitting together, chatting about nothing and everything. “You have to be up early for work.”

She was right. It would be dawn soon, but I wasn’t ready for her to go to bed alone.