Every time this man puts his filthy-talking mouth on me, I lose my mind. All rational thoughts fly right out of my head because all I can think about is how much I want him to touch me. How much he scrambles my emotions. He was so quick to take up for me today when Kai brought Ryan along to the party. My knees had gone weak the second he stormed over to diffuse the situation, and I had forgotten about my ex. To be honest, I had forgotten everything but Gabe. It was a shock to my system when Ryan blurted out my engagement, but having Gabe there had calmed me down. And while my parents and family had gushed about the news, I hadn’t felt the dread I expected would come along with fooling everyone.

My heart wouldn’t let me.

He murmurs my name, his minty breath and the clean scent of his cologne filling my senses, so I come back down to the present. To his mouth so close to mine that it’s like we’re sharing the same breath. And his hands. They’re possessively framing my hips, moving up and down in shallow strokes and grinding the yellow fabric of my dress into my skin. His hands are a reminder of what happened the first and only time we were together, when my body won the war with my head. It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, but I’m certain that what’s about to happen will put that climax to shame.

The curve of his lips and the way he says my name again, in a rough, throaty voice, promises this night will be everything he’s promised it would be.

“I’ve pictured this so many ways.” He tugs me away from the wall and walks around me, his fingers brushing over my waist as he moves. Stopping behind me, he bends his mouth to my ear. “God, Maggie, I’m not good at self-control and just looking at you tests what little I’ve got.”

I shiver from head to toe as his lips move down, to the nape of my neck. He draws in a breath, taking in the scent of my shampoo. Nudges his nose from my earlobe, down the crook of my neck, and over my shoulder. Every inch of my body tingles, so I press my palms against my stomach. “Looks like you’re pretty damn good at that self-control thing,” I rasp.

His laughter reverberates against my shoulder. “Would you rather I rip your clothes off? Because I can and I will.”

“I like this dress,” I whisper, but it doesn’t sound even a little convincing. His words squeeze my core, and the pressure and need pulses through me as he comes back around to face me. I tilt my head up to look at him and wonder if he knows I’m already wet or that I’m anticipating what’s bound to happen between us. I already know Gabe is damn good with his hands, now I get to see if he’s as good at using his cock to get me off.

Silently, he hooks his fingers under the straps on my shoulders. He pulls the top of my yellow sun dress down, inch-by-inch, his hazel eyes following the fabric’s slow descent. The material lands in a pool around my feet, leaving me in nothing but lace panties and a skimpy bra.

He takes a moment and allows his eyes to trail down my body. “You are downright fuckable—curves in all the right places.”

“You’ve seen me in a bikini,” I point out with a little smile. “You know, all those mornings you refused to take your ass to another part of the beach?”

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t?” He gives the juncture of my thighs one more heated look then snaps his hazel eyes up to mine. He slips his index finger into the cup off my bra and traces my nipple until it pebbles and I’m letting out gasps that burn my throat. “Seeing you in a bikini doesn’t even come close to this, though. It’s hard to keep my hands off of you. You’re so soft everywhere, it’s fucking incredible, Maggie. You’ve been the star of all my fantasies for weeks—every single one. I’ve had to jerk off every night since I’ve met you.”

His naughty words coupled with knowing I’ve been on his mind while he pleasured himself causes a tingle between my legs. My mouth drops open, and a cocky grin spreads across his face.

“Who would’ve thought I’d ever make you speechless.” He skims his hand down the front of my body, stopping to circle his thumb around my belly button, and then cups my sex. A low moan vibrates through me as he rubs a finger over my panty-covered clit. “You like that I fuck my own hand when I think about you, don’t you?”

I could deny it, but with how soaked my panties are, Gabe will know I’m lying. With him, my body and that harsh throbbing in my chest do all the talking. I lick my lips carefully, getting more and more turned on by the second while he rubs slow, deliberate circles against my clit. “I do.”

He bites his bottom lip to suppress his satisfied grin as he shoves my panties aside and slips his finger between my wet folds. “Do you touch yourself while you think of me?”

Again, I could lie, but somehow it’s like Gabe will know exactly what happens every day in the shower. That I make myself come while I think about him. So I nod. “I do,” I say again.

“That’s my girl.” He continues to massage my clit with one hand while he wraps his fingers around my wrist with the other. Keeping our stares locked, he moves my hand to the front of his pants, splaying my palm over his erection. He’s big, hard and big, and I hold my breath as my fingers trace his dick through the rough material. “You drive me crazy.”

I drive him crazy? He’s not the one half-naked and trembling with desire in the middle of his home office. When I try to let him know that, it comes out as more of a guttural moan.

“Speechless again, beautiful.” Chuckling, he leans in and licks my top lip. “Since I’ve tasted your lips, no one else gets me hard but you. Nobody else can do anything for me but you. I think it’s time we finish what we started because I’m half-tempted to fuck you right here, right now, on this desk.”

He continues to work my clit and has me teetering on the brink of orgasm, so I’ll agree to anything he wants as long as he doesn’t stop doing what he’s doing. “Yes,” I hiss. “You’re the only one I … the only man I’ve—”

His mouth crashes into mine, cutting me off, as we tear off each other’s clothes—the buttons of his casual button-up scattered all over the floor and my poor panties ripped clear off my body in the frenzy. He lifts me up and sits my ass on the desk, knocking the air out of my lungs. My arms go around him. He gathers my hair in one hand and pumps the other over his cock.

“I want you,” I say clearly, and he lets out a sound that’s half-groan, half-growl.

“God, beautiful, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that.” He pushes himself between my legs. The thick head of his cock nudges against my entrance, begging to be let in, so I rest my feet on the edges of his desk, bend my knees, and spread my legs wider, inviting him inside. He sinks into me with a grunt, his hand in my hair tightening.

I cry out, not from pain, but from the way he feels inside of me. So full. So right. “Gabe! Oh, God!”

“Fuck,” he breathes against my collarbone. “I wasn’t expecting you to be this tight.”

The tips of my nails dig into his back as I stretch around him. It feels good—so damn good—and my skin is on fire as he rocks against me, the outline of his body slicking against the insides of my thighs. “Why did it take us so long to do this?” I moan.

He growls and nips my bottom lip while he pumps in and out of me. “Because you like to punish us both.” He drops my hair around my shoulders and arches me back, thrusting deeper into me. I pant. And then, I gasp when he reaches down to where our bodies connect and grinds one fingertip against my clit. “It was worth it, though. You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Now, you’re mine.”

The word mine echoes around in my brain, and if I’m being honest, I love the idea of being claimed. Ryan never made me feel like this—desired. Wanted. Needed. The way Gabe’s staring at me when he says I belong to him makes me feel like he means it.

The combination of his skillful hands and naughty words has me teetering on the brink of orgasm already.

“I’m yours, huh?” I manage to say even though it sounds breathless and like one, jumbled up word. He drops his head to my breast, tugging my nipple between his teeth. When I repeat the question, he slowly lifts his head, his dark hair brushing my bare chest. He nods, and a sexy grin quirks the edges of his mouth.

“One hundred percent mine.” And then he returns his attention to my breasts, flicking his tongue over each nipple, weighing both in the palm of his free hand, blowing hot breaths against my flushed skin. “I can’t get enough of you, Maggie.”

The pit of my stomach flutters, my core tightens. I let my head fall back and my mouth drifts open. “Gabe…” I murmur, moving my hips against his.

“That’s it, beautiful. Let go and come for me,” he rasps in my ear.

Gabe hand snakes up my back and then his fingers tangle in my hair again before his teeth graze the bare skin on my neck. He continues to thrust his hips, driving himself into me at a delicious pace while he plays with my clit and a euphoric wave of pleasure washes over me.

I claw at his back and scream out his name until I’m hoarse. It doesn’t take long before he follows suit, and a primal growl rips up from his throat as he comes inside me.

We stay there, both panting, staring into one another’s eyes. Both of us seem to be trying to digest what the fuck just happened between us.

Sex with Gabe was intense and amazing. Everything I imagined it would be. I’m wondering if that’s all a relationship between us will ever be—great sex. And for some reason, I’m hoping it’s not.