Rush (Breathless #1)(32)

Once again her head exploded with images. Really vivid images of her lips locked around that huge c**k and licking every inch of his length.

He lowered his mouth to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the bow of her mouth.

“We need to get some sleep,” he murmured. “I didn’t intend…I didn’t intend to take things so far tonight. You’re going to be tired at work tomorrow.”

He said that last in an almost regretful tone. He stroked her chin and grazed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Then he kissed her again. One of those sweet, tender kisses that was a direct contradiction to the raging out-of-control furor he’d demonstrated earlier.

“Come on, baby,” he said in a husky voice. “I’m going to take you to bed so you get a few hours of sleep.”

Chapter eleven

Mia opened her eyes to see Gabe leaning over her, his hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“Hey, time to get up and head to work,” he said.

She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to remove the fog. “What time is it?”

“It’s six. If you want to shower and get dressed, we’ll grab breakfast on the way into the office.”

As she became more aware, she saw that Gabe was already dressed for work. She hadn’t even noticed when he’d gotten out of bed. She could smell the crisp, clean essence of his soap and the tantalizing aroma of his cologne. He was wearing slacks and a button-up shirt with a tie, although the tie was still loose around his neck and the top button was unfastened.

He looked…untouchable. Cool and composed. A direct contrast to the man who’d taken her repeatedly the night before.

She pushed herself upward and then maneuvered to the edge of the bed. “I won’t take long.”

“Take your time. I’m not in a hurry this morning. I have a meeting at ten. Until then I’m free.”

She stumbled into the bathroom and took a look at herself in the mirror. Other than signs of fatigue, she didn’t look any different. Somehow she expected for the world to be able to see on her face all that she and Gabe had done the night before.

For a long moment she sat on the closed toilet seat while the shower ran, just needing a few minutes to collect herself. She was sore. She’d never had a marathon sex session before. Her encounters had always been a great deal slower and one orgasm for all.

Gabe had taken her four times over the course of the night. At the very end he’d apologized gruffly, like it pained him to do it. There was genuine regret in his eyes. He said he wanted to be more gentle with her, to keep his promise to go slow in the beginning, but that he couldn’t hold back, that he wanted her too much.

Was that supposed to upset her?

Having a man be so crazy for her that he couldn’t control himself wasn’t exactly a bad thing. He hadn’t hurt her. Yes, she was sore. She had marks and small bruises from his hands and his mouth. But she’d loved every minute of it even if she’d spent most of the time completely overwhelmed.

She got into the shower and stood, allowing the hot water to rush over her face. Mindful that Gabe was already dressed and ready to go, she quickly washed her hair and soaped her body before climbing out to wrap a towel around her.

It was then she realized she hadn’t brought her clothing in with her. She didn’t even know what Gabe had done with the bag the night before. After wrapping her hair in a towel, she opened the door to peek out.

Gabe was sitting on the bed, her clothing laid out next to him. As she moved toward him, he picked up a pair of panties and dangled them off the end of his finger.

“You won’t have need for these,” he said.

Her eyes widened.

“No panties at work. They’ll just get in the way,” he said, his eyes gleaming as he stared at her.

She glanced at the skirt and top on the bed, and then back at Gabe. “I can’t wear a skirt and no underwear!”

He lifted an eyebrow. “You’ll do as I want, Mia. That’s the agreement.”

“Oh dear God. What if someone sees?”

He laughed. “How will they see unless you show them? I want to look at you and know you’re wearing nothing underneath this skirt. And it makes it much easier to just hike it up and slide my dick into your pu**y.”

She swallowed. She’d realized that her job was a front. A means for Gabe to have her at his beck and call during work hours. But she hadn’t quite counted on him wanting sex in his office. The idea of someone walking in on them made her want to crawl under the bed and hide.

“And Mia, that’s every day. No underwear. If you wear them anytime you’re with me, I’ll take them off and you’ll wear my handprint on your pretty behind.”

Her entire body tingled in reaction. She stared wordlessly back at him, shocked by the fact she was aroused by the idea of him spanking her. What kind of a freak did that make her?

He collected her skirt, top and bra and held them out to her.

“Better get moving. We leave in half an hour.”

Numbly, Mia took the clothing and hurried back to the bathroom, her mind alive with images of Gabe f**king her in his office. Of his hand on her ass. It troubled her that she wasn’t as horrified as she should be. While she certainly didn’t want anyone popping in unannounced when Gabe had her bent over his desk, the idea that they could be discovered at any moment excited her.