Bex looked at Gabe, who stood at her kitchen sink washing dishes from lunch. “Maybe you need to think bigger,” she said.

He gave her a wicked smirk. “Well, gorgeous, I thought I was thinking bigger.” His voice came out in a husky growl, and he lowered the dish into the sink.

Bex swatted Gabe’s arm. “I’m not talking about my new present.”

It still felt weird to say it out loud—my new butt plug—but that’s exactly what Gabe had delivered this afternoon. A string of glass pleasure beads, inspired by their trip to the Trailblazer Gallery and all those glass flowers. He’d brought it over today, wrapped in a velvet bag, and placed it in the refrigerator to cool it down to fight the heat.

“Artisan-made,” Gabe had whispered. If that’s how he wanted to use his art-world connections, she wasn’t going to complain.

The beads felt foreign inside her now—bigger than a pinky finger, that’s for sure—but wearing them around her house in just a lacy bra and a pair of cheeky underwear was fun. Risqué and delicious.

When had it gotten so comfortable to wear almost nothing around Gabe? To let him in on the deep root of her desire?

The beads pushed against Bex every time she walked, and a low roll of sensation rippled through her. They needed to finish putting away these dishes so she could hurry up and fuck him, but first, she needed him to understand what she was saying.

“You know I meant about the galleries,” Bex said. She still felt bad about the way things had gone down with Kevin. Not that the bastard didn’t deserve to get hit, but it wasn’t fair that Gabe had to suffer, too. She’d seen Gabe’s art. He was phenomenal. He deserved a chance to show what he could really do. “If the downtown galleries are being assholes, find a different one. Think outside the box. Isn’t that what you’ve been telling me?”

Gabe grinned. “Yeah. Speaking of boxes and putting things in them…” Bex rolled her eyes. “How about we go find out just how much you can take?”

He drew her in for a kiss and cupped one hand to the side of her face. He held her chin as his lips brushed fire into hers. Her skin heated, and blood flowed to her core.

This was a good idea. She never in her life imagined that she’d be standing in her kitchen doing the dishes with a man she’d been intimate with for over a month now. She’d always had a take-it-or-leave-it attitude about getting pleasure from men, but this companionship was a new level for her. Bex was grateful that she’d said yes and given this relationship a chance. Because with Gabe her whole world lit up and became something that much more beautiful. She shouldn’t have let herself run scared for so long.

“Thought you’d never ask,” she whispered. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to combust.”

“I take it the beads are doing their job?” Gabe reached behind her, cupping an ass cheek in each hand and massaging them, the circular motions pushing the beads inside her.

Bex’s body clenched tight. “Yes,” she moaned, breathless. “They’re doing their job very well.”

She dropped a hand between them, feeling for Gabe, and her eyes widened at the strength of his arousal.

The doorbell rang, breaking the moment.

Seriously?

Gabe pulled back with a disappointed sound. “You expecting someone?”

Bex shook her head, her breath shallow. “Maybe it’s just UPS. Leave it.”

She gave him another deep kiss, and Gabe lifted her onto the kitchen counter, her ass banging down and a spear of pleasure rippling through her from the inside out. He stepped between her legs and circled a thumb high on her clit.

The doorbell rang again, and then a third time.

“Fuck,” she hissed.

“I’m guessing it’s not UPS.”

She let out a huff of air.

“I’ll answer it,” Gabe offered. He nibbled her earlobe before he walked away, and Bex took the opportunity to admire the way the clothes pulled over the muscles of his shoulders and his ass as he sauntered to the front door.

“Get rid of them quick,” she panted.

Gabe’s toned darkened as he called from the front room, “You expecting Sam?”

Hearing her brother’s name was like throwing a bucket of water on her desire. Ice water. From the Arctic.

Dammit, Sam.

“No,” she called back and dropped off the counter. “Let him in, and I’ll grab some clothes.”

Bex could hear the two men talking in low voices in the living room as she slipped on a sundress over her underwear. Her frustration kicked up a notch as the butt plug made her quiver with arousal.

Gabe was most likely getting the third degree out there, and she needed to rescue him. Hell, she needed to rescue herself from this orgasm, which was building and demanding to be felt.

She strode into the living room as fast as her wobbling legs allowed her and pressed a breathless kiss on Sam’s cheek. Then she stepped back fast, as though he could smell the sex on her.

“You could have called,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sam looked half frozen, darting glances between her and Gabe. “Bad time?”

She should cut Sam some slack—after all, him interrupting sex hadn’t been a real possibility before because she’d never had a long-term relationship before—but it was still pretty hard to forgive him right now. She was changing. Her friends and family needed to catch up.

“It’s okay,” Bex said. It wasn’t okay. “I just…need to flip the laundry.”

“I’ll help,” Gabe volunteered.

Judging from the hard-on he was trying to hide behind his hands, he had the same idea as her.

“O-kay,” Sam drawled. “I’ll just help myself to a drink.”

“You do that,” she called over her shoulder, already walking away. Slowly. So as not to make any incriminating sounds.

The moment Bex closed the laundry room door behind her, Gabe pounced, wild and feral, finishing what they had started in the kitchen. He pressed her against the wall, kissing her, kissing her, one hand behind the back of her right knee, lifting it so he could access her clit with the other hand.

“You are so fucking sexy, Bex. I need to fuck you so bad.”

She nodded, and Gabe spun her around. She managed to turn on the dryer—empty—and the heat and the noise filled the small room as Gabe bent her over, her chest against the rumbling machine, his hard, hot body at her back.

Gabe slipped a hand up the back of her thighs, higher and higher, into the promised land, pushing her underwear aside and dipping a finger into her slit.

Bex gasped against the pressure, and her hips circled against his hand. His low groan told her just how very pleased he was with the situation.

“Hurry, Gabe,” she panted, needing him inside her, needing to be filled. She was so empty without him, and the idea of getting caught made everything that much more urgent, more exciting. Her body responded with a slick wash of arousal. She was soaked for him. Again.

Gabe gripped her hips, positioning her ass in the air, and she felt so exposed and naked even though she still wore those cheeky panties. Her breath came out in short spurts, and the tumbling racket of the empty dryer just barely covered the sounds she was making.

Gabe slipped her underwear down her legs, and she stepped out of them. Then he hitched her dress up her back and rubbed a reverent hand over her ass. “Oh, gorgeous.” He rubbed a thumb over the base of the pleasure beads and twirled them gently, and the sensation shot through her body, everything on fire. “This is going to be my cock soon, honey,” Gabe said. “When your ass is all stretched and ready for me.”

Bex moaned, too loud, and the sensual promise made her even wetter than before.

Gabe leaned over her body—hard, muscular—and his erection strained between her ass cheeks. “Quiet,” he whispered in her ear.

She couldn’t help herself, her body so filled with lust, this insatiable desire to fuck. “Please come inside me.”

He obeyed her, going slow at first so she could adjust to the feeling of him in her cunt, her ass full. He was big anyway, and she was always just stretched to the brim by him, but this was so much more—sensation everywhere, her whole body swept in a wave of goosebumps. It was their first time without a condom, and the feel of him in the hot grip of her body was electric.

“You okay, honey?”

“Never better,” she panted, circling her hips back and getting a feel for this fullness and pleasure. Her body was made of stars. Just light and energy. A whole universe of secrets.

“I’m going to go faster now,” Gabe promised, drawing out and letting her sheath him again. “You’re so tight and wet for me.”

Oh fuck, it was so, so good. “Keep going,” Bex moaned, a light sweat building on her skin, and he guided her hips, bringing her back onto him so he could fuck her hard. He picked up the pace and the two of them moved like nature, his thrusts pounding into her—hard, hot—her body so very full—his cock, the pleasure beads, her hand stroking her clit.

“Oh fuck, Gabe, I’m going to come so hard.” Every time he thrust into her, the pleasure beads pushed in deeper, and the double penetration brought her a rush of ecstasy. She was making animal noises now, pants and moans that she couldn’t help, and Gabe groaned into her ear, “Fuck,” his breath hissing out.

She swirled her hips in his hands, at his touch. From this angle he stroked her from the inside with his cock, a sweet spot inside of her so stimulated she could feel her muscles tightening, the sensation building. She was afraid of this orgasm, of how intense it would be. She was going to explode all over him, she was going to become a supernova of light.

“Come for me honey,” Gabe commanded.

Bex kept her fingers circling on her clit, the other hand braced on the dryer, and he thrust into her, and she shattered.

“Oh god, Gabe,” she moaned, her inner muscles clenching hard around him, rippling, and pulling him over the edge along with her.

“Fuck, Bex.” His cum pulsed into her, so very warm, and just that act—him coming inside her, filling her even more—made her come again.

For a long minute the two of them stood there—her body loose-limbed and unable to hold itself upright—just breathing heavy.

Gabe kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “We should get cleaned up.”

“Can’t function,” she protested.

“I’ll hold your hand.”

The world swirled back to her—Gabe so very real in her arms, her brother out on the couch.

“Oh shit,” Bex said, laughing at the realization. “We’re so busted.”

Gabe’s satisfied face made her blush. “Maybe. But it was totally worth it.”

He dropped his eyes below her waist, a look of utter adoration on his face.

“What?” she asked, suddenly shy.

He swept his eyes to meet hers. “My cum on your legs,” he said, and she blushed deeper. He handed her a dryer sheet, and she wiped herself clean. “That’s my favorite sight in the world.”