Page 63 of Reeling in Love

Gabriel’s eyes go wide.

“What?” I ask. “Don’t tell me you’ve told someone? Josh and the gang? They can’t keep a secret for shit.”

“Um, no. Not Josh… Alex. But I trust him with my life. What if someone in his office overheard us? It couldn’t have been in my office since it was late and no one was there. Shit! I should’ve been more careful.”

“Shit Gabs. We weren’t supposed to tell anyone,” I say, trying my best to keep my volume in check. How could he? I take a deep breath to calm myself. “Okay. We’ll have to do some damage control. We’ll probably need to make a statement. Don’t worry about it. You can talk to Alex and see if he can find out who revealed this.”

We collect our luggage. Gabs’ company has sent a car and a driver who takes us straight to our hotel. Yeah, we chose not to stay at Daphne’s ancestral home. And thank heavens we did because knowing a little about Daphne’s mom, and how active she is on social media, I’m certain she’s already seen the posts and it’d be pretty awkward to face her right now before we have a plan of action.

We reach the hotel room and Gabs is still scrolling down on his phone. “This is shit, Nora. I hate social media. How can these people judge us, judge you? They don’t even know us. How dare they behave as if they know what we’re doing and why we’re doing it?”

“Everyone is entitled to their opinions, Gabs. Now, listen to me. We need to show them proof that we’re together. Okay? Come here.”

I hate to see him so tensed and it doesn’t help that the mess started because of me since I was the one who told Daphne we’re dating. I was the one who brought him and all this into social media. Great way to help him! All I’ve done is mess it all up. Did I want to help him or did I want to experience the joy of being his girlfriend, even if it was fake? Ugh! I can’t think about this right now. I need to sort it all out.

I pull him to me. He looks into my eyes and a smile spreads over his lips, as if just being here with me will take his troubles away. I swallow hard, my breath stuck somewhere along my throat. It seems that my cells are all iron, that can’t get away from the magnet of his lips.

I get on my toes, and with one hand behind his head, I pull his head down. As our lips touch, I take a photo with my free hand and click post. Hashtag love-is-in-the-air. Hashtag romantic-city-Paris.

That’s all I intended to do. A peck on the lips for the photo. But I can’t seem to pull away. I throw my phone on the bed and push my lips against his. He responds immediately, his hands cupping my hips and lifting me. I wrap my legs around him as he walks toward the wall, not breaking the kiss for even a fraction of a second.

My back is pinned to the wall, and he swipes his finger along my bare skin, right above the waistband of my jeans, and I gasp into his mouth. He bites my lower lip, setting every pore of my body ablaze.

I kiss him deeper, rolling my body against his.

“Oh Nora,” he mumbles. “You can’t imagine the effect you have on me.” Then turns around and tosses me on the bed.

I grab his shirt and pull him down with me.

“You said it was stupid.”

“Maybe it is. But I’ve been known to do stupid things.”

His lips are back on mine, our tongues tangled, as he unbuttons his shirt. He pulls back for an instant and we both race to get undressed. Within seconds, we’re naked and he’s on top of me, kissing me and cupping me between my thighs with one hand, massaging it, his fingers just barely delving into my wetness. Then, before I know it, he plunges two of his fingers inside me.

“O baby,” I moan loudly. Thankfully, we’re in the hotel and I don’t care if anyone hears me today.

He turns me around and works me with his fingers from the back. His one hand cups my breast. Then the other moves up too to the other breast and he pushes himself inside me from behind, slowly at first, then as he flattens out he begins the gentle movement which in moments turns into more vigorous thrusts.

As my moans become louder, he slows down a bit.

“I want to see your face when you come. Turn around.”

I do as I’m told. He takes my stone-hard nipples into his mouth. My back lurches up, wanting to feel him inside me again. I think there might be a river flowing between my legs by now.

He sucks hard at my nipples, biting them a little. I fist the sheet with my hands because what I feel is bordering on extreme. He brings his front down, the tip right at my opening, teasing me. I move my hips, trying to feel him, wanting him to go inside. But he doesn’t.

“You better do it if you wanna come with me,” I whisper. “Please.”

“As you wish, my girlfriend,” he whispers into my ear, kissing me on the lobes while thrusting his length inside me. He kisses me hard on my neck, biting me a little.

Our bodies rock together as they find the perfect rhythm. In and out. Faster. Deeper. And then he hits the spot and I almost scream out his name. He thrusts faster and faster, our bodies moving rhythmically in total sync, as if we’re one. He buries his face in my neck and shouts, moans, and I wrap my legs around him so tight, trying to get more of him with every thrust. I feel him convulse and the rush of his release just as my body is filled with pleasure and I’m over the moon, the aftershocks still rippling through me.

He falls off to the side, heaving, smiling lying on his back. “Wow!” he says. I love seeing him so satisfied, knowing I was the one responsible for it. I take in deep breaths, calming my pounding heart, feeling as if I can never move again.

He finally turns to face me, tracing his fingers along my stomach and stopping at my naval ring.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

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