Page 22 of Forbidden Sins

Ellie closed her eyes and swallowed hard, luxuriating in his touch, as he drew his fingers across her shoulders. “Why don’t you go then?”

Gabe paused, and Ellie hoped against hope that he wouldn’t follow through. But instead, he reached for his champagne flute and drained it. “Because I’m not a smart man,” he said, before moving in and laying his lips over hers. She parted hers immediately and snaked her tongue out to trace his. She could feel his shudder, hear his moan, as his mouth covered hers.

In the booth, she kissed him like her life depended on it, as his fingers smoothed over and gripped her thighs.

Ellie was certain that Gabe could feel the shiver that traveled through her body at his touch. With the fire that just his fingertips lit within her, the desire he inspired, she closed her eyes and remembered the other talents the man possessed.

The annulment papers forgotten, he leaned closer, and put his lips to her ear. She heard him inhale, felt his intake of breath. She could smell his cologne. It was deep, rich, masculine, and immediately she was transported back to memories of the weekend before, flashes of skin, hard, lean muscles, lips, tongues, hands ran through her mind. “What doyoudo here?” she asked. His fingers crawled up her thigh. She had to bite back the sigh that formed in her throat. Gabe’s touch was more potent than anything she’d ever felt.

Using his fingernail, he lightly grazed her inner thigh, and she unconsciously uncrossed and parted her legs to grant him easy access. “Depends on how adventurous I’m feeling,” he told her. “There are a few options,” he said with his breath brushing her cheek. “How adventurous do you want to be?”

Gabe had tried to give her the impression that he was boring, but she knew that was a lie. There was nothing cold or reserved about the man next to her, the one whose fingers elicited such an intense reaction from her.

Ellie drew her lip between her teeth. She saw Gabe’s gaze drop to her mouth. It had been a long time since she’d done anything close to what could be characterized asadventurous.Until the night she’d spent with Gabe, that is. The man brought out the wild in her, that’s for sure.As she looked into Gabe’s emerald green eyes—they held such promise, and such mischief—all she wanted was to indulge her long-buried, not-so-forgotten uninhibited side again.

“Ellie?” he asked brushing her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. She closed her teeth, and gave the flesh a playful nibble. He laughed. “What do you say?”

“Show me adventurous,” she whispered.

CHAPTER SEVEN

GABECOULDHEARhis heart pounding in his chest. He’d meant what he’d said to her. None of this was smart—inviting her to Di Terrestres, ordering champagne, touching her leg, kissing her again—he was in too far, way over his head. He was fucked, he decided as he led her across the floor of the club.

“This is the main floor,” he said, through a fist-sized lump in his throat, gesturing to the large room they were in. He tried to keep his voice steady as he gave her a tour like one he would give a regular guest. But Ellie wasn’t a regular guest.

“This is generally where the evening begins. Our guests come here, have a few drinks, loosen up. There’s also entertainment—stage shows, erotic demos, all sorts of things.” The crowd had certainly grown more amorous as the evening had worn on. They touched, caressed, stroked. Some were even in the beginning stages of being undressed.

“It looks like things are getting a little wild in here.”

“It happens.”

“I’ll bet it does.”

They crossed the floor, until they stopped at the host’s stand in front of a large staircase. A set of stairs went up to the private rooms, and Gabe wouldn’t have minded taking Ellie up there, but she’d asked for adventurous.

Andre, the host on duty, greeted them. “Mr. Foster. How can I help you tonight?”

“I believe we’re going to head downstairs, Andre,” Gabe told him. “Is that right, Ellie?”

“What’s down there?” she asked almost cautiously.

“We have some rooms and suites upstairs,” he told her. “Where we can be alone. But downstairs are some exhibition and demo rooms if you’re feeling a little bolder.”

“Definebold.”

Gabe smiled at her interest. “We cater to polyamorous groups, BDSM enthusiasts, fetishists, exhibitionists and voyeurs. Anything an adult could want in a safe, consensual environment can be found within this building. Up or down? It’s your call.”

Ellie didn’t say anything. The red lights that led downstairs cast a rosy glow on her fair skin. Gabe knew how disorienting Di Terrestres could be on a person’s first visit, but he wanted her answer. She looked around them. He wanted her attention. And he got it when he turned on her and pushed her against the wall. He pushed his fingers underneath her skirt and cupped her sweet heat, satisfied when he felt how wet her panties were as he stroked her. Ellie spread her legs, opening herself up to him, while still standing. “Make a decision,” he commanded, moving her panties to the side. He easily slid a finger inside of her, before withdrawing and plunging inside again. She moaned. “Gabe, everyone—”

“They don’t matter. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to keep touching me.”

“And I will.” He took her hand, and led her downstairs.

Gabe watched Ellie as his eyes adjusted to the large, darkened room. The lights were always kept low downstairs, with strategically placed wall sconces that mimicked candlelight.

“What the...?” Ellie whispered.

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