Page 50 of Protective Heroes

Calvin nodded and moved to walk away when Gabriel called out. “Oh, before you go. Do you know if there’s any vacancy open down at the Claus House?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dyson. With all the people in town to see the tree lighting…” he paused. “I’ll do you one better, though.” The older man's face lit up like he had a secret to share.

Ten minutes later we stood in the middle of our own little apartment overlooking the town’s square and our extra pie in hand.

Deep down, I’m not overly picky but the last place was not how I wanted to spend Christmas. This place was a huge upgrade, one I’m grateful for.

“Wow, this would have been nice a few hours ago,” I murmured close to Gabriel’s ear, and he only angled a side-eye my way.

“I was preparing this place for you knowing the bed and breakfast would be filled. Sorry I've only gotten as far as loading some firewood and putting clean sheets on the bed. I was going to have a fresh coat of paint and some flowers brought up, maybe a tree. Oh, and here’s the extra pie and cream you asked for. I?—”

Gabriel took the package and cut the man’s rambling with a hand to his shoulder. “It's perfect, Calvin. Go home, see the family. Spend time with them. There will be plenty of time to go over the books later and thank you. We might be up for doing the tree tomorrow. Sound good?”

It was surreal to see a bear of a man like Gabriel be so gentle. I never considered him someone who cared for people outside of it being a job. Come to think about it, that might be more reflective of me than of him. Maybe I adopted the bratty attitude more than I thought. Something I needed to change.

Either way, I don’t know why I never saw the softer side of him before today, but now that I have, I wanted to know more. Like what he dreamed about at night, what his favorite pie was, did he want kids? A family? The whole nine yards?

Gabriel showed the man out and the second we were alone those dark eyes of his pinned me to the center of the room and I couldn’t move if I wanted.

“Gabriel,” I squeaked, a wash of heat overcoming me instantly.

“What else do you own around here?” I tried, suddenly a little nervous with the depth of hunger in his eyes.

He stalked forward, whipped cream in hand, paying no mind to my question.

He had a plan.

Seven

Evie

Hungry Gabriel was infinitely sexier than horny Gabriel.

My insides quivered and I wonder briefly if anyone would hear the screams I knew he would pull from me. I briefly wondered if I was ready for all the naughty pleasures this man wanted to show me. Wondered if I could hold up from the intense passion I felt radiating off him.

I didn’t have time to wonder much else, because he was on me, tugging at the zipper, his mouth on mine. Demanding, dominant, and possessive.

Coat, bikini top, Uggs… all of it came off and fell on the floor in seconds. Someone flicked the heater on, probably our overzealous Calvin on the way out, and the brush of heat over my bare skin had nothing on the furnace my man stroked inside me.

I gasped as our tongues collided, and when he pulled away he left me speechless. His cock rigid and ready to take me when he already had me just an hour before.

I tore at his suit jacket and button-down while he worked on his pants. It was not pretty or elegant but when we fell back on the bed and he pinned me beneath him, I blushed fiercely. With him staring down at me, I knew he could see how much I wanted him. Girl-cum spilled from my entrance to wet all of me and the bed.

He scooped me up and devoured my mouth, his shaft teasing me relentlessly.

“Naughty little brat,” he murmured, brushing those warm lips across mine before taking it deeper. And hard. He crushed our mouths together, claiming everything inside me with all of him. Nothing, not even air held us apart.

Gasping as our tongues gilded together, I had one thought I couldn’t shake. I broke our kiss.

“Roll over. I want to be on top.”

He did as I asked and the second his hands left my hips I bounded across the small apartment, grabbed the whipped cream, returning with a saucy smile and a wicked plan.

This was happening. Oh, God. Shaky hands and second-guessing plagued me as I popped the container with a red ribbon open and scooped out a healthy amount of whipped cream.

Gabriel had his hands behind his head, that glorious cock of his hard and ready and begging me to lick it.

“Haven’t had enough cream, I see.” He reached down and stroked himself.

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