Page 36 of A Wedding Negotiation with Her Boss

She certainly didn’t hear the door open, nor was she aware of the man framed in the doorway. She only came to when she heard a voice approaching, saying something from a distance, and when she focused in the mirror there was Gabriel, standing there, and then quickly turning to say something to someone before slipping into the room and firmly closing the door behind him.

She turned around, stared at him and the dress fell to the floor in a swirling pool of blue silk...

Gabriel couldn’t breathe.

He leaned against the closed door and couldn’tnotstare because he had never seen anything so damned wonderful in his life.

Her small, high breasts were perfect, tipped with deep-rose nipples, her shoulders were slender and defined and her waist was the span of his hands.

The sun had turned her skin pale gold, but her breasts and belly were paler.

‘Helen,’ he croaked, wanting to tell her that he had knocked, that the door had been half-open when he’d spotted Arturio. He’d known that it would be bizarre for him to shut it, because it was supposed to be the love nest the engaged couple were sharing. It would be expected that he would be eager to step inside after an hour catching up on work in one of the rooms downstairs, rather than keen to beat a hasty retreat because a conversation with his host was more interesting than the woman waiting inside for him.

Her lips were parted and he propelled himself forward, at once trying to look away whilst simultaneously meet her startled gaze to reassure her that...that...

That what? That he was somehow immune to the vision of beauty standing immobile in front of him?

‘My God, you’re beautiful,’ was what he heard himself saying.

Their eyes tangled as he moved closer to her until he was inches away, until the warmth of her body enveloped him.

He reached to cup her cheek with his hand and then trailed his thumb across it, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her lower lip.

‘I want you,’ he said hoarsely. His finger was on the mouth he wanted to cover with his own and his erection was a painful rod of steel pushing against his trousers.

‘This is crazy,’ Helen whispered.

‘I know.’

‘But...’

‘But...it’s a craziness both of us need to get out of our system.’ He wasn’t going to touch her until she told him he could, but he was going to explode if she didn’t. Worse, he would ejaculate in his trousers, and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

She didn’t speak. Instead, she took his hand from her mouth, put it on her breast and sighed as he began to stroke the rubbery stiffness of her nipple.

They were expected for drinks imminently. He’d already been running late when he’d headed up the stairs to quickly get ready and head back down.

To hell with imminent drinks.

He kissed her, plundering her eager mouth with his tongue, caressing her breast even as he eased her back towards the four-poster bed until she buckled against the mattress and tumbled back, landing softly with both her hands spread wide.

Gabriel stared, breathing heavily, looking at her spread in front of him. It was a struggle to undress, but undress he did, unbuttoning his shirt, stripping it off and then following that up with his trousers until, like her, he remained in underwear only.

The boxers bulged with the heavy weight of his erection. He was so turned on...

Was she as turned on as he was?

He stepped between her legs, which were dangling off the side of the bed, reached down to cup his hand between her thighs and felt the tell-tale wetness of a craving that was equal to his.

His dark eyes never left her face.

He balanced on the palm of one hand, resting it flat on the mattress, while he gently eased the other under her panties until he was feeling the slickness of the groove there. He stroked and she squirmed and parted her legs wider, eyelids fluttering shut and colour rushing to her cheeks.

Gabriel was on fire.

He knelt between her legs, tugged the panties off and then rested his hands against the soft skin of her inner thighs so that he could spread them and open her up for his enjoyment, for his feasting.

He buried his head between her legs and breathed her in for a few seconds, and then he nuzzled the soft down before sliding his tongue into her, questing to find the stiffened bud of her clitoris so that he could tease it until she was gasping and desperate for more.

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