Page 123 of Gabriel & Skye

“I like how you think.”

He grins. “You know I can be quick.”

“You’d better be. Or else we’d have some explaining to do.”

We’re hot and heavy as Gabe kicks the door to the caseta shut. Our clothes don’t even come all the way off, just enough for him to unzip his pants and me to shove my panties down my legs.

“I love it when you wear skirts,” he growls in my ear, pressing me against the front door. “It’s like you planned it all along.”

“What if I did?” I smile up at him suggestively.

The man is insatiable. He lifts me and I wrap around him as he lines himself up, sinking into me without warning. “How sweet is this, Red?”

I bite my lip as I cry out. “Oh, Gabe.”

“Who’s your daddy now?”

I burst out laughing and so does he.

“Oh, my God.”

“I know. It sounded better in my head.”

I kiss him as he halts, his cock buried deep inside. “I love how we can be like this.”

“What? A couple of horny teenagers who can’t keep from screwing any chance we get?”

I giggle. “No. I meant when we’re silly. You know. We can laugh, even when you’re soooo serious.”

“I’m not soooo serious. Maybe if my brothers spent more time working instead of concocting hair-brained ideas, I’d be a little more compliable.”

I pout like he’s a big baby. “Poor Gabe. I think I need to ride it out of you.”

He pulls out and then slides back in. “I think railing you against the door may whet my current appetite.”

“Ooh, you made a little joke there Mr. Serious. Good for you, honey.”

He slides out, and back in, this time he thrusts at the end, and I jolt. “That sweet enough for you?”

“It was a compliment.” My voice is shaky as he punishes my body in the only way he knows how; with love and care. That’s Gabriel deep down. He’s the ultimate romantic and a good guy at heart. And I love it. All of it.

“Faster, please, Gabe.”

“I think you’re being a bad girl, Red. And we all know what bad girls get, don’t we?”

I close my eyes and hold on for the ride. “Railed?” I breathe.

He laughs. “You can use my word.”

“Stop being so bossy.”

“I’m still your boss.”

“And what a pity we’re not on work time, or I’d be doing my boss a big favor.”

He laughs, then picks up speed just a little, hitting me right where I need it.

In two seconds flat, I’m coming and so is he. Roaring his release as he stills and I groan because it was over too quick. Not that either of us can help it.

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