Page 42 of A Wedding Negotiation with Her Boss

‘You must have been very hurt when it all came crashing down.’

‘I dealt with it.’

‘With your usual cool? Sensible to the end?’

‘If I were as sensible as you think, I wouldn’t be here.’

‘Very, very glad you realise that sensible only works if you dump it now and again.’ Gabriel smiled, eyes darkening. ‘Light and shade and so forth.’

He looked at her pensively, watching her blushing smile.

‘And speaking of honeymoons...’ she raised her eyebrows ‘...can I ask how it is thatyounever had one?’

‘Interesting question.’

‘Is that your way of saying that you’re not going to give me an answer?’

‘Does anyone know me better than you?’

‘You’re impossible.’

‘Is that why you find me so sexy?’ He enjoyed the way she went bright red at that—very satisfactory indeed.

‘Impossible, and with an ego the size of a cruise liner.’ She suddenly wanted him to touch her so badly that it was an effort not to fling herself on his lap and beg him to do with her as he wanted. Thank goodness the privacy partition was shut so that their driver couldn’t hear the conversation although, if he glanced in the rear-view mirror, he would easily be able to see the deepening flush of a woman in the grip of lust.

Gabriel was looking at her lazily, reading the mood, which only added to the electrifying charge in the air.

He reached to slide across the screen so that the driver now could neither hear nor see them.

‘What would you like to know?’

Somehow, the distance between them had closed. Had he shifted over to her? Had she moved towards him? Or maybe whatever charge had been released had just drawn them together.

‘How is it that a guy like you isn’t married?’

‘Because a guy like me never had any interest in settling down.’

He slipped his hand underneath the knee-length skirt she was wearing, ran it up her thigh and then, eyes still pinned to her face, casually pushed his fingers under the crotch of her knickers, which were damp.

‘You think too much about sex...’ Helen breathed, her eyelids fluttering, and Gabriel laughed under his breath.

‘Are you telling me you’d rather I wasn’t doing what I’m doing?’

‘This isn’t—appropriate. Oh...’

‘Shh...too much talking. We can return to the tedious honeymoon conversation just as soon as I’ve done this...’

He had managed to shove the crotch of the panties to one side so that he could explore her wetness, and this he did, fingers inserting deep inside her as she wriggled a little lower to accommodate them.

Outside, the scenery continued to flash past, a whirl of various shades of green, hills and mountains rising and falling, winding roads and clambering villages. All a background blur to the far more captivating sight of a woman in the throes of passion.

Her eyes were shut, her lips parted and her shiny, well-behaved hair was ruffled. Hectic colour was spread across her cheekbones and her breathing was soft and jerky, the breathing of someone who wanted to groan aloud but couldn’t.

He could have watched her for ever.

He found the bud of her clitoris and stroked it, and nearly groaned out loud himself as she slid just a tiny bit further down.

He watched as she spasmed into orgasm, watched her colour deepen and her nostrils flare and the bumpy arch of her body, which she couldn’t control.

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