Page 31 of Forever Mine

“Excuse me?” he says slightly aggressively. The concierge pales and cowers.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. Do you have your confirmation email?”

Gabriel pulls his phone out of his pocket and accesses his email, searching for his confirmation. I see the moment he finds it, and he winces slightly.

“I promise I thought I reserved two rooms,” he says quietly.

“It’s okay. Besides, Chase was supposed to come, not me. You wouldn’t want to share a room with him,” I tease. Gabriel gives me a hesitant smile. “Can we just grab whatever room is available for me?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we’re fully booked because of the conference,” the concierge announces. “And most of the hotels within a mile are fully booked as well.”

“Shit,” I mutter. “Well, looks like I’m headed home.”

“Why?” Gabriel asks. I feel my cheeks redden as I stare at him.

“We can’t share a room,” I stutter.

“Of course we can. It’ll be fine. We’ll be at the conference most of the time anyway. I assure you I can be a complete gentleman the rest of the time,” he tells me.

It’s me I’m worried about. I feel like a ticking time bomb. Even standing in his vicinity I can feel how wet I’m getting. I don’t trust myself. I’m so turned on I’m going to have to take care of myself more than once this afternoon to try and calm down.

Gabriel completes the check-in process, and we are given our keys to the room. The concierge gives Gabriel a look of longing as he dismisses her, placing his hand on my lower back as we walk toward the elevators.

“I can feel your tension,querida,” Gabriel whispers as we enter the elevator. As others enter the elevator, I’m pushed back until I’m against Gabriel’s chest. He’s a full foot taller than me, and his nose rests against the top of my head. I feel his hand against my hip before it curls around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. I whimper, thankful so many people are talking and no one can hear it. At least, I thought it was quiet. “Your little noises will be the death of me.”

I’m suddenly aware of his hardening length pushing against the top of my ass. I reflexively push back against him and feel him groan against my head. Fortunately, the elevator arrives at our floor, and I step away from him. Gabriel is like a drug. I can’t seem to control myself around him, and I can’t wait for my next hit.

“We’re in room four-oh-seven,” Gabriel tells me.

Dear God, please let there be two beds.

We enter the room, and both immediately stop.

My quick prayer wasn’t answered.

It’s only one bed. Fucking hell. I thought this shit only happened in books.

“It’s okay,querida. I’ll sleep on the floor,” Gabriel tells me hastily as he steps around me to move his suitcase across the room.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I’ve slept worse places than this,” he tells me with a small smile. “I’m going to take a shower before our welcome session. Is that okay?”

I nod, suddenly grateful for the few minutes I’ll have to regroup and get my emotions and hormones in check. Gabriel shuts the bathroom door, and I sit on the bed and pull out my phone. One minute later, the door opens.

“Uh, sorry. I forgot my toiletries bag,” Gabriel says sheepishly as he briskly walks across the room with only a towel around his waist. My mouth drops open as I stare at him. He’s absolutely beautiful. An intricate tribal tattoo covers one shoulder down onto his chest, and a light smattering of hair dusts over his pecs. For a man of his age, he’s in excellent shape, even rocking a couple of abs. He chuckles as he walks back into the bathroom. “Enjoy the show?”

I choke on my own spit as I realize he caught me objectifying him so obviously. My humiliation knows no bounds. Embarrassment heats my face as I struggle to come up with a response.

“It’s okay,querida. I like you looking at me like that,” Gabriel says from around the corner as he pushes the door closed. I hear the shower start and the glass shower door sliding open. It sounds too loud, as if the door to the bathroom isn’t fully closed. My breath catches as I think of Gabriel, water cascading across his chest, only feet from me.

A moment later, I hear a grunt from the bathroom. My curiosity gets the best of me, and I sneak to the edge of the wall. Gabriel breathes heavily, and my imagination takes flight. Is he touching himself? Is he thinking of me while he does it? Before I can think twice, I peek around the corner and into the bathroom. I gasp as I see Gabriel with one hand against the wall and the other hand wrapped around his massive cock. His eyes are closed as he strokes himself steadily.

My own hand slides between my thighs as I watch him. I’m utterly captivated by the sight of Gabriel taking his own pleasure. I imagine what it would be like to feel him and bring him to the brink with my hands. And my tongue. My fingers slide seamlessly beneath my thong, and I find my clit, stroking furiously as I watch Gabriel increase his strokes. I can’t take my eyes off him. He turns so he can lean his back against the wall, and his strokes become more erratic as he gets closer to his release. I can feel my orgasm as it spreads up my legs, and I hold my breath as the pleasure crests. Gabriel finds his release simultaneously, and he groans loudly.

“Querida,” he breathes as cum ropes against the shower door.

Aftershocks shudder through me as I rest my head against the wall. I quietly slide my hand out and tiptoe back to the bed. I only have a few moments before Gabriel comes out here, and I’m sure I look guilty. I spot a sink in the bar of the room, and I quickly wash my hands before sliding my shoes back on.

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