Page 99 of Gabriel & Skye

I spend all of the next day in a Gabe-filled cocoon. Even though I’m back at the caseta, I can still smell Gabe on my skin.

The man is a machine. There are no words for him.

We didn’t stop at one. Oh, no.

After the first time, he got up and came back with a warm, wet face washer and cleaned me up.

Cleaned. Me. Up.

I’ve no idea what they’ve done to the real Gabriel Bassett, but this man is someone I never expected.

His warmth… I think that’s the best thing I love about him. Love? Well, I’m not going to go around declaring that, especially to him, but this feels like something other than just two people screwing. The way he took care of me. The man is unbelievable.

I fold my head into my hands — giving up on reading my book — when I think about the shower we took to clean ourselves up with. That led to him bending me over in the shower, and now I have a new appreciation for detachable shower heads.

We fell asleep and when I woke at three am, he wasn’t trying to shove me out of bed so his daughter wouldn’t catch us. Oh, no, he was rolling over my body, kissing and sucking every inch of me until he begged me to let him in. Begged me. Like he’d even have to.

I never knew men like Gabe existed; the ones who worship your body and keep asking if they can do this and how do I feel about that. Even when he drove into me, losing his cool when I was riding him; he flipped me over and rolled those damn hips until his bed creaked its way to my next orgasm. I lost count. And this is exactly why you should not mix business with pleasure; because now I want more of him.

I want more of Gabe in the bedroom. I want that sexy beast of a man who makes love to me hard and fast, giving me what I need without it being rough and ready, or like it’s a hook up and all he cares about is getting off. Gabe isn’t like that. Everything about him is done with precision. Being pinned beneath him has to be the highlight of not just my night, but my entire year.

I grin to myself when I remember him asking me if he was too hard, if he’d been too rough. I’d laughed when I pointed out all the scratches on his ass where I’d dug my nails in.

I’d also had to leave super early, since Trinity wakes around five. That’s when little Daisy trotted down the hall and Gabe took her outside before I left. So creeping back to my caseta, hoping Gran didn’t notice the car being gone all night, I dove into bed and lay there, trying to not beam from ear to ear because of what we’d done.

I’m his nanny.

He’s my boss.

The grumpy CEO.

But there isn’t a cure for what I have. I’m completely addicted.

I also have no clue how I’m going to handle this at work on Monday. Clearly, neither of us thought this through, but I can’t help but wonder if maybe we could keep it going until I leave. Until I leave.

Not for the first time, I ask myself if it’s what I truly want.

The more time I spend around Stoney Creek, the more I start to fall in love with it. I know it’s dumb to fall for my boss. A whole range of possibilities could go wrong at any given moment. But one thing neither of us can deny is the passion between us.

I’m also wondering what would happen if I stayed. I could easily make a life here. Especially now my parents want to spend the summers here. My brother moved back and then there’s my grandparents; I mean, they’re not gonna be around forever.

I’m happy here, and I’m not just saying that in the post-orgasmic afterglow. I could also be overthinking it.

I pull my phone out, the dilemma about Izzy’s dream prevalent in my mind. I have to tell them. I want to know what they think.

I tap into the group chat and type:

Me

SOS

I know it’s early, and a Sunday morning, but Isabelle is a trooper. I see her responding as I sink back into the pillows.

Izzy

What’s wrong? Don’t tell me that handsome cowboy wrangled you already?

My, how perceptive she can be.

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