Chapter Twelve

Penny

I looked in the mirror as I applied some lip gloss and ran my hands through my hair. I had picked out a simple outfit to wear to dinner with Gabriel that night, and I felt like I looked pretty good. My tight jeans were rolled to my ankles, my shirt was form fitting, and my long cardigan gave the illusion that I was planning on staying warm. I knew better, though I knew that it wouldn’t take long before all our clothes would be off. I chuckled to myself and walked out of the room, grabbing my cell phone and shoving it in my back pocket.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” my father said, sitting in the recliner in the living room. “Where are you off to this evening?”

“I’m going to Gabriel’s apartment,” I said smiling. “He’s cooking me dinner tonight.”

“That’s sweet,” my father replied. “You know, I would love to sit down and have a conversation with Gabriel at some point. He is a businessman like me, and I think we would find a great deal of similarities.”

“I know, I think that too,” I replied. “I’ve mentioned it a few times, but he’s turned it down for one reason or another every time. Honestly, not many people know that we’re close, so I think, ‘meeting my father’ might seem like a bigger deal than it is. We’ll see what happens in a couple of weeks.”

“Okay, have a good night, sweetie,” he said as I kissed him on the cheek and headed out to the elevators.

I went up to the sixty-fifth floor and knocked on Gabriel’s door. When he opened the door, I couldn’t help but smile at him. He seemed ecstatic to see me and was just taking off his apron. I never thought I would see him in any kind of domestic setting, but I had to admit that he wore it really well. I sat down at the table as he served the food and clapped at his masterpiece. He took a bow, laughing, sitting down across from me as we began dinner. Our conversation started out light at first, but then it turned more serious.

“Have you ever been married?” We were going back and forth with questions.

“Yes,” he said, to my surprise. “I met Sarah when we were kids. We were seventeen and our lives were both mapped out for us. We had a great time together until she became money hungry and from there it all fell apart.”

“Wow,” I said, shaking my head.

“That’s part of the reason I have trust and commitment issues,” he said. “I thought I could trust her, but she betrayed me at every turn. Now I just take it one day at a time.”

I was impressed by him, by the way he was so candid with me. He came off as such a playboy, I had no idea that lurking under the surface was this sensitive man who had been hurt by a woman. He had been hurt so deeply that it affected everything he did. We finished up dinner and opened another bottle of wine, sipping at the sweet drink and talking about our lives and our pasts. He was open to me, something I wasn’t used to from him, and I really liked that. I wanted him to always have that kind of candor with me, it was refreshing, and it made me feel closer to him than before. When our conversation ended the room became quiet, but not awkward. I looked around his apartment smiling, thinking about the first time I saw my father’s apartment. Gabriel’s was very different in décor and I liked it. He was staring at me, watching my moves like a cat. I looked over at him as he stood up, taking my glass and setting on the table before pulling me up from the couch and leading me toward the bedroom. He was a man of few words, but his actions were capable of streaming through me at full speed.

When we reached his room he pulled me inside, closing the door behind me. He walked over and cupped my face in his hands. His mouth moved down, and his tongue trailed across my lips. My breath wavered, electricity bolting through my chest. Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed me under the arms, tossing me down on the bed. He crawled toward me, hovering over my body while he passionately kissed me for a really long time. His hands moved down to my waist and pushed underneath my shirt, grabbing onto my breasts. I moaned lightly and arched my back, wanting to feel more and more. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, pulling me to a sitting position. I pulled off my sweater and put my arms in the air as he pulled my shirt off. I reached back and unclasped my black lace bra and tossed it to the side, cupping my breasts and massaging them for his benefit. He stood up and took the rest of his clothes off as I did the same.

When I was done getting undressed, I looked up to find him standing at the foot of the bed stroking his cock and biting his lip while looking at me. I smiled coyly at him and opened up my legs. I licked two of my fingers and slid them down my body, pushing through my folds and massaging my clit. His eyes stayed fixated on me. His hand moved up and down his shaft. I bit my lip and leaned my head back as I slipped two fingers inside myself and moaned loudly. I could hear a low growl coming from him as I gasped, pushing my fingers in and out of myself.

With my other hand, I quickly started to rub my clit, realizing I was closer to orgasm than I had thought. My body began to react. My hips waved in motion with my fingers, and my muscles began to tense. I opened my eyes and stared up at Gabriel, whose eyes had gone dark, but he was watching me intently. My hand was moving so fast that my breasts were bouncing up and down, and I was screaming loudly.

“I want to feel you,” I moaned, not wanting to orgasm alone.

He immediately crawled forward, grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and rolled it down his shaft. I pulled my hands away as he quickly slid his rock-hard cock inside of me. I gasped and closed my eyes, feeling every inch of him filling me completely. He reached underneath my back and lifted me slightly, leaning forward over the top of me. He began to thrust his hips, his body pushing against my nub and his cock diving deep. The orgasm was still right there on the edge, and as I opened my eyes and stared at him, he started to pound his body against mine. Instantly I exploded, my body arching upward, my mouth opening with no sound, and my hands grabbing onto his shoulders and squeezing.

The pleasure moved through my body like a river and I took a breath, letting myself feel every part of it. As my breath released, and my body began to relax he growled, grabbing my hips and pushing deep over and over again. I could feel my pussy contracting around his cock, and from the look in his eyes, he was not far behind me. I spread my legs wide and let him take control of me. He pulled and pushed my body as his hips thrust forward, meeting me with force. He groaned loudly, letting go of my waist and leaning forward, his body pushing hard and slow. He thrust three times and on the last one, pushed in deep, lowering his body down and grabbing onto mine. I could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing, and his cock throbbing as it released, sending electric waves of pleasure through him.

I wrapped by arms around him, feeling him release his breath, growling as it escaped his chest. When he was relaxed once again he rolled over on his side and collapsed into his pillow. I rolled toward him, leaning my face in and kissing the tip of his nose. He smiled with exhaustion and pulled me close to him, not opening his eyes. He leaned his forehead against mine and relaxed as his heartbeat began to turn to normal. I could feel the strength and warmth in his arms and I leaned my head down on the pillow feeling completely and utterly lost in his sensual embrace.