“It’s hard to believe we still don’t have answers.” A frown creased my brow as I loaded the final dishes into the dishwasher.

“Allon assured me they’ll continue working on it, but we have to accept that we may have hit a roadblock. At least we have full assurance from the FBI that they won’t try that again.” Gabriel studied my reaction.

“Stop studying me. I’m fine.” I turned away from the dishwasher, narrowing my eyes at him for good measure.

“We’ll still see them from time-to-time,” Gabriel answered, ignoring my scolding, moving around the island toward me.

I backed up to the kitchen counter, placing my palms on the edge, easing myself up. I was sitting on the counter when Gabriel arrived in front of me.

I licked my lips. His eyes followed.

I opened my legs, pulling him closer.

His eyebrow raised.

“What do you have planned for the day?” I asked demurely.

“What do you have in mind?” His eyes locked onto mine, his hands on either side of me.

I put my hands on his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck. “Hm. I don’t know, maybe we could stay in for the day and test some of those limits you were talking about. You know, put some action behind all those words.” I grinned slyly as his eyes darkened.

“Was that a growl, Doctor Mills?”

His hands moved up my sides, and he pulled me against him. My eyes widened at the bulge I felt between his legs, now nestled in my crotch, and licked my lips in anticipation.

His hands kept moving up and brushed my nipples. They were already hard, waiting, pushing against my bra almost painfully. I closed my eyes and moaned.

“Eyes on mine,” he demanded. My eyes flew open; I grinned. I liked this side of him.

“Or what?” I teased.

“Do you really want to find out?” His eyes were dark blue but curious.

“I do,” I admitted eagerly.

He hesitated, so I wiggled my crotch against his cock, and his eyes narrowed.

“You have a lot to learn,” he growled.

“So teach me.”

Before I knew what was happening, he lifted my t-shirt up over my head, releasing the front clip on my bra. My breasts spilled out. He quickly tossed it aside, then picked the t-shirt up, pulled my hands behind my back, and wrapped them up in the shirt.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked, his hand still holding mine behind my back, his eyes examining mine.

“Yep,” I confirmed, “but shouldn’t we do this someplace more private?” My worried eyes glanced at the windows.

“This is the perfect place for what I have planned,” he assured me.

I grinned and raised my eyebrows at him.

He tugged my hands back and rested them on the counter behind my butt. “Keep them there.”

“Yes, sir,”

“Don’t sass me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You’re asking for punishment.”

“I am,” I agreed, sucking my lower lip into my mouth. I wanted this, right?

His hands reached around to the front of my waist and my nipples hardened. He blew on them and I arched my back, desperate for his touch, but he moved lower.

I gasped, wiggling my butt.

“Stay still.”

My eyes widened as his fingers teased the top of my yoga pants.

“Breathe,” he commanded.

He was right, I needed to breathe. I took a deep breath and released it through pursed lips.

In one move he pulled my yoga pants down, fingering my mound through soaking wet panties. I moaned when he dipped a finger inside.

“Such a wet, eager little thing, aren’t you?”

“Mm,” I agreed, wiggling my butt again.

“I told you to stay still,” he swatted my bare behind and my eyes flew up to his.

“Did you really just spank me?” I asked, incredulous.

“I thought you said you knew about BDSM,” he questioned as he moved my panties slowly down my thighs, letting them drop to the floor. He stood back, arms crossed, waiting for my answer.

It was incredibly erotic sitting here completely naked with my hands loosely tied behind my back, my chest thrust forward, my nipples hard and peaked, and my legs wide open.

“I do,” I assured him, “I guess knowing and experiencing are two different things.”

He nodded. His eyes moved from mine down to my breasts. I felt a gush from my pussy and quickly closed my legs.

“Open them.” He commanded.

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“I said, open them.”

I did. “I’m going to get the counter wet,” I complained, heat rising into my cheeks.

“It’s quartz. It cleans easily.”

“Are we just going to stay like this?” I wanted to egg him on. Get this show on the road.

“Just you,” he confirmed. “I want you to stay still this time, do you understand?”

He moved toward me like a panther. “Breathe,” he instructed with his eyebrows raised.

I laughed.

“Eyes on me.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Stay still.”

“Okay—uh, yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He smiled.

Why did that make me so happy?

“Fuck,” I said as his mouth came down on my nipple. My head tilted back in ecstasy.

“Eyes on me,” he reminded me.

This was harder than I thought. How did he expect me to stay still and keep my eyes on him when my body wanted to writhe in pleasure?

I jumped when he bit my nipple, then soothed it with his tongue.

“Don’t move,” he reminded me, biting down again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered.

He reached up and twisted my other nipple between his fingers and then stretched it out. My core was dripping onto the counter and then started to pulse.

“I’m going to cum,” I groaned.

“Not yet.”

I whimpered. “If you don’t want me to cum, you need to stop—ahh—that!” I gasped, arching my back, desperate to release my hands.

He moved his mouth away from my breast and his hand moved to my back, pulling me toward the edge of the counter.

My eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

When he had me at the very edge, he moved between my legs, pushing them wide, then he knelt down on the floor in front of me, his mouth even with my pussy.

“This isn’t fair.” I jumped when his tongue licked my folds.

“Stay still.” He growled.

“You’re mean,” I moaned.

“This isn’t even the tip of the iceberg, baby,” he warned me, and then his fingers spread my lower lips and his tongue lapped me from my back hole all the way to the front.

I groaned in frustration.

“You taste like honey, and all things sweet,” he murmured against my clit. It pulsed.

“I can’t take much more of this,” I panted, my chest heaving.

He latched onto my clit, then sucked, hard.

I was hanging on a precipice, about to go over, right on the edge.

He released me again, and this time I groaned in frustration. I wanted—no needed—to cum.

“You’re a newbie, that’s for sure. We’ll have to practice often to build up your stamina,” he agreed with another long lick from my ass to my clit, lapping up the juices as soon as they dripped from my core.

My clit pulsed with appreciation. It wouldn’t take much for me to cum.

He stood, moving his mouth back to my nipples. He took one between his teeth and began a little dance. I didn’t know what to make of the sensation, but my clit appreciated it. It started to thrum to the same dance, a low hum.

When he moved to my other breast, giving it equal treatment, I felt his fingers move to my core. I moved my legs wider, encouraging him to continue.

I was lost, completely lost in the sensations he was creating, and it was building to a big crescendo when suddenly he pushed the hood covering my clit up and pinched my clit between his fingers while tugging hard on my nipple.

I screamed and my hips lifted off the counter. He pulsed his fingers with my clit caught between them. My body hung in nirvana before the orgasm hit. My entire body convulsed. I tried to move back, tried to alleviate the pulsing, but he held my hips in place, fingers still pulsing in concert with the orgasm.

Then there was a shift—I moved from being desperate to stop him—to a place of wanting to ride this wave forever.

I whimpered but opened my legs further. I felt him chuckle against my nipple, then his teeth started the dance again, and his fingers continued the pulse, and my body responded instantly. Orgasm two ripped through my body and when I came down from the wave, I started to close my legs, but he pushed them wide.

“We’re not done, he assured me, moving to the other breast. “I thought you wanted to spend the day together,” he bit down on my nipple hard, then licked it gently and sucked.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“We’ll get to that,” he said before he pulled my nipple taunt between his teeth, pushing two fingers inside my pussy, flipping them up and starting a come-hither motion against the top of my cunt, exploring.

“Ohh!” I jumped and felt him smile against my nipple. Then his fingers stayed right there. I was coming apart at the seams. Nothing had prepared me for this, and nothing I’d ever read or experienced did justice to the sensations spreading through my entire body at this moment.

Suddenly my mouth felt dry. “Gabe?”

He pulled back to look at me.

“I don’t feel so well,” I whispered before the world started to go black around the edges. “I think I’m going to pass out,” I admitted right before he scooped me into his arms.