Page 46 of Enchanting the CEO

She pulled her head back, closing her eyes, like she couldn't take my tongue and my fingers at the same time. Good to know. I didn't want to overwhelm her; I wanted her to feel everything I was doing to her.

I rubbed my thumb over her clit, keeping my eyes on her face. Fuck, I wanted to give her my cock, but this wasn't the moment. Right now it was all about pleasing her. My needs didn't matter even though I was so hard I could barely keep it together.

I watched her carefully. She was so expressive that it was only too easy to read on her face what she liked and what she loved. I gave her more of the latter, moving the hand I’d buried in her hair down to her chest, teasing her nipples over her dress. They were both tight nubs. She wasn't wearing a bra. How the hell didn't I notice that before?

I was lost in her: inhaling her scent, absorbing her moans, feeling her shudders. This moment here was absolute perfection—the way she opened her eyes with a start, looking absolutely lost, as if she didn't even know what day it was or what her name was. She put one hand on the wall next to us and the other behind her, bracing herself. "Gabe... Oh my God, Gabe."

I covered her mouth, giving her my tongue at the same time I pressed my thumb on her clit and curled two fingers inside her. Her inner muscles went so damn tight around my fingers that I couldn't help imagining how she'd feel around my cock.

I felt the sheer force of her orgasm as it swept through her. Her entire body tightened up, then just as quickly loosened. Her muscles relaxed, and she pulled back from the kiss, resting her head on the brick wall and giving me a completely sated smile. This image of her would be imprinted in my brain forever. And at the same time, I instinctively knew I wouldn't be satisfied with this image alone. I needed to make her come again and again.

And I would, just not right now.

I took my hand away, letting her dress drop, then kissed the corner of her mouth again. "Back here with me?"

"I don't know." Her voice was still teasing. "I might be lost in a dream. A very sexy one." She opened one eye and then the other. "Oh, would you look at that? It's not a dream. We really are up here, and your hand was under my skirt, doing things to me." Then she straightened up, sucking in a deep breath. "Gabe! Do you think the crew is back?"

"No, but we should go down. My family will stop by soon. They want to see this place."

"Wow, that was... I kind of lost track of where... Um, do you have a working bathroom here?" she asked.

"No, just a sink. I’ll wash my hands there. They have a makeshift toilet downstairs, but trust me, you're better off going back to the house to clean up."

“Oh yeah. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Chapter Twelve

Diane

I hurried home and headed straight in the shower. Right then I was on cloud nine, and not even all the worries thumping around my mind could keep the happiness at bay. I was going to indulge in this one day of joy before I pulled myself together and behaved the way I should.

I didn't want to make things awkward between Gabe and me, yet resisting this man proved to be impossible.

The new construction had been pretty dusty, so I ended up washing my hair too. After blow-drying it, I put on fresh panties and another dress, and then I opened my door. A lot of voices were coming from downstairs. His family had already arrived.

I looked over my shoulder. What if I just stayed here? I could read. Or I could leave the house.

But he'd told me that he’d love for me to meet them. But that was before we’d gotten down and dirty. What if he'd changed his mind? What if this would be awkward?

Oh, pull yourself together, Diane. The only way to make this truly awkward is to leave. That's not your style. You face difficult situations head-on.

When my ex started behaving like he didn't actually like having me around, I didn't beat around the bush. We'd only been here for three months, and he was acting like I should be grateful to be with him. He thought I couldn't afford living on my own with my new tour job, which was true. He kept picking on me about anything and everything, so I confronted him about it, and we broke up.

I couldn’t understand why he’d changed so much after we moved to Boston. Then I watched some therapy videos on YouTube because I couldn't actually afford to go to a therapist, and I discovered that some people completely changed their attitude when you were dependent on them. I'd vowed never to let that happen again. Yet somehow, I'd gotten myself in this situation.

It's not the same thing, Diane. You are renting from Gabe's landlady. It's not even remotely the same situation.

I took a deep breath and headed downstairs, then listened for a few beats at the foot of the staircase. There was laughter, and I heard two distinctive female voices.

I stepped into the living room, and the sight simply demolished my defenses. Gabe was holding a toddler, and he looked adorable.

Good gracious, a girl needs warning.

It was a boy, or at least I thought so. He was wearing a blue outfit that was absolutely adorable. His pants mimicked jeans, and they had suspenders. Gabe turned him around, and again I melted for entirely different reasons.

"Hi, you must be Diane," one of the women said. She was tall and slender, and she offered me her hand to shake. "I'm Natalie, Jake's wife."

One of the guys rose from the couch, coming to me. "Jake," he said, giving me his hand, and I shook it too.

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