Gabriel
“She in?” I ask the receptionist at Double Play.
She nods her head and I walk down the hall with the roses in my hand towards Charlotte's office. The door is closed so I lift my hand to knock but stop when I hear laughter. Charlotte's laughter. I smile because it's a sound I've become addicted to. That is, until I hear the source of that laughter and it's a man's voice.
I bust the door open and see Charlotte jump in her chair, as does the man leaning over her shoulder, hands braced on the desk, next to her.
“What the hell is goin’ on here?” I boom at them.
“I’m sorry, did I cut into your next meeting time?” he asks, looking down at Charlotte.
She smiles, shaking her head and I want to throw up.
“We’re in the middle of somethin’ Gabriel. I think Savannah is in, you can wait with her while we finish,” she says cooly.
“Work, my friend. You know how it is,” says the man, smirking.
His face is familiar, but I can't place it.
“Oh yeah, work? Work require your arms to be around my girlfriend?” I growl.
“Gabe…” Charlotte gasps.
“She can email you the rest,” I snap, walking towards the desk.
The guys face drops and he backs away, putting his hand out for Charlotte to shake.
“Thanks for the meeting, Charlotte. I look forward to seeing the rest of the pictures from the event,” he says, his tone all professional.
He walks towards me and leans close to my ear.
“Drop the caveman act, Papi Chulo, she's all yours,” he says, slapping me on the shoulder.
He walks out of the door, shutting it softly. I turn, looking at Charlotte and she is standing in front of her desk, crossing her arms over her chest. My eyes roam over her body taking in her appearance.
Her black heeled foot is tapping against the rug and her long shapely legs get lost behind a black pencil skirt. Her delicious breasts are hidden behind a white, button-down blouse, with the first two buttons unbuttoned. I look up past her slender neck and stop on her face. Her caramel eyes are hidden behind her black, rimmed glasses and her brown hair is pulled up high, in some kind of knot on top of her head.
“I brought you lunch,” I say, walking over to her, slowly.
I place the bag on her desk, along with the flowers and move quickly to cage her in.
“None for yourself?” she asks, her voice dripping with attitude.
I lean close to her, my breath tickling her ear.
“Sit up on your desk, spread your legs and I'll eat my lunch right now,” I say, my voice rough.
“Gabe…” she whispers.
“Charlotte…”
“You can't just stomp in here like some brute, puttin’ a claim on me when I'm in a meetin’ with a client.”
“He was practically layin’ on your back. I could see the look in his eyes, he wants you.”
“He's all talk, he’s harmless. We've come to an understandin’.”
“I want him to know that you're mine.”
“He does! I told him I'm seein’ someone and I think you made it pretty clear if I didn't! Ya gotta trust me!”
I let out a breath.
“Okay you're right, I’m sorry. I just got you back and I ain't losin’ you again,” I say, kissing her softly on her lips.
She cups my cheeks and looks up at me.
“You're stuck with me, Gabriel Gavinwood.”
She drops one hand to my shirt and pulls my body flush against hers.
“Did you lock my door?” she asks, gasping for air.
I nod and kiss my way down her neck to the top of her blouse. I undo the rest of the buttons and untuck her blouse from her skirt. I pull her skirt up above her waist and suck in a breath when I see the top of her stockings. A damn garter belt. My erection presses painfully into my zipper.
“Why the hell are you wearin’ this?” I say, my voice tortured.
“A little birdie told me you would be makin’ an appearance at some point today. I wanted to be prepared,” she says.
She grabs my hand and brings it to the top of her stocking, unhooking it from the belt. It snaps against her skin and the sound makes me groan.
I press my other hand to the front of my jeans and she pushes at my chest. I take a step back.
“So, you're hungry?” she asks sexily.
She lifts a leg up and puts it on the arm of her desk chair, giving me a view of heaven. I nod, and she crooks a finger.
“Come here, then. Get on those knees Gavinwood,” she smirks.
I stalk over to her, dropping to my knees and drag the material of her panties to the side. I waste no time and dive into her heat. Her hand goes back to the base of my neck and she plays with my hair as I eat her. She moves the leg from her chair and hooks it up and over my shoulder. The hand on the back of my neck starts to move my head closer to her and she starts to ride my face, brazenly. Her other hand braces herself on her desk and I feel her legs shake.
“Yes Gabe...so good,” she whispers.
I bury myself deeper in her pussy and the movement makes her butt hit the desk and she gasps.
“Oh God, too much...I...shit,” she says through gritted teeth.
Her hand puts pressure on my neck and I plunge my tongue as deep as I can go, as my top teeth graze her clit. She sucks in a breath and I feel her shudder.
After a few seconds, she lays back on her desk, slowly trying to catch her breath. She leans up on her elbows and smirks.
“Your turn.”
“I'm gonna to cash it in later tonight,” I say, pressing on my length again.
I'm in need of a cold shower, desperately.
“What?” she says sitting up quick. “Why don't you...what's goin’ on?” she asks, panicking.
I laugh and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“Nothin’ is goin’ on. I just need to run some last-minute errands tonight, before the stores close tomorrow and I need to get a move on. I just wanted to come by and give you a little pre-Christmas present,” I say, kissing her lips.
I go to walk away and she drags me back by my shirt, slamming our lips together again.
“I love when you taste like me,” she says in a throaty whisper, “It's so damn sexy.”
She kisses down my neck and sucks on the spot right above my collar bone that drives me wild. I grit my teeth and try to keep a death grip on my control. She moves her hand down to my belt and I grab it quick, before my control evaporates.
“Nice try, Daniels,” I laugh.
“Come on. You get to eat me for lunch, I'm hungry too,” she pouts.
“Eat your sandwich,” I say, winking at her. “I'll let you have your fill tonight.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs.
“You're the worst.”
“I don't recall you thinkin’ that a couple minutes ago.”
She picks up a pen and throws it at me and I duck. I laugh as I walk out of her office and down the hall.
I take my phone out of my pocket and dial Bella's number. She picks up on the first ring.
“We're here, where are you?” she asks quietly.
“Had to make sure your mama was at work. We're good. I'll be there soon.”
I jog down the stairs to my car and drive across town to meet Bella and Devin. I met them for breakfast this morning and told them my plan for Charlotte on Christmas Eve, tomorrow night. Bella was ecstatic and Devin...well he's gonna take some more convincing, but we're getting there.
“I don't get why I had to be here. I don't know shit about this stuff,” Devin grumbles, as I walk towards them outside the jewelry store.
“Language DJ. And I think your mama would be happy to know you're on board with it.”
“I didn't really have a choice, did I?”
“Devin John!” Bella admonishes, elbowing him in the side.
“I'm kiddin’,” he says sheepishly.
“How do you know she ain't gonna be coming into town?” Bella asks, nervously.
“I brought her lunch, she doesn't have a reason to.”
“That all you gave her?” Devin says, sarcasm dripping from his lips.
“What are you talkin’ about?” I ask, confused.
He motions to the side of my neck and I swear as a 36-year-old man, it is the first time I actually blush. Do men even blush?
“Gross Daddy. Y'all aren't teenagers. Don't you know the rule? No hickies that are visible,” Bella says.
I look over at her in shock.
“That the rule, huh? How about no hickies…ever. How about we change that to, no contact with the opposite sex for another 20 years?”
My dad response is kicking in and I need to calm down. Every book I've read on being a dad to teenagers, says to pick your battles. Trust them. Be on their side. Take a deep breath, Gabriel. I look up at Bella. Her mouth is hung open and her arms are crossed over her chest.
“Forget the last five minutes. I don't want to fight, it's a happy day. Let's go.”
I open the door and follow the twins inside.
“Hello sir, can I help you?” says the skinny young man, behind the counter.
He is dressed in a tight, navy blue suit that looks like he outgrew it about five years ago.
“Uh...engagement rings?”
“Certainly. Right this way,” he says, guiding us towards the back of the store.
He motions his hands at a display and immediately, my eyes lock on one.
“Oh my God, look at that one!” Bella exclaims.
“Can we see that one?” I say, motioning to the one Bella seemed fond of.
It's the same one that caught my eye and that can't just be a coincidence. The man nods and takes the ring out of the display, handing it over for us to inspect.
Bella brings her hand up to cover her mouth and her breath hitches. I smile at her and look over to Devin. He has a small smile and he rolls his eyes.
“This is the one, right?” I ask, looking to Bella.
She nods her head quickly and jumps to hug me.
“She's gonna love it,” she whispers.
I nod and tell the young man that we need it in a size 7. If I didn't think fate was on my side already, when the jeweler says the display ring in my hand was in fact a 7, I was convinced.