Page 40 of Forever Mine

“Don’t stop, querida. Don’t stop, please,” I growl. I won’t come like this, but I know she was close. I want to watch her come. To know I brought her to orgasm.

Monica hesitates. I bring my hand that was cupping her cheek and slide it around to her hair, grabbing a handful and pulling. She moans. Fucking hell. Monica likes it a little rough. She’s damn near perfect for me.

“Keep going, baby. Get yourself there. Use me.”

Monica begins to move slowly at first. The friction is incredible, and I bury my head in her neck as I groan in delight. My lips touch her skin, and she shivers. I trace a path with my tongue to her ear before sucking on the lobe. Monica lets out a loud moan as her pace increases.

“Gabriel,” she breathes.

“I know,querida,” I reply as I suck on that spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Monica’s hands clutch my back as she quickens her pace. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me see you come. Know you got there on me. With me. Because of me.”

Monica’s body bows as she climaxes, her muscles tightening as the orgasm overtakes her. She lets out a loud moan as shudders overtake her. Her movements begin to slow as she crests. She rests her head against my chest momentarily before lifting her head to look at me. Her eyes are glassy with pleasure.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper as I lean down and kiss her tenderly. I don’t move away, letting our lips stay pressed together.

“Gabriel,” she whispers against my lips. “That shouldn’t have …”

“No,” I cut her off. “Don’t say it.” I know what she’s going to say. It shouldn’t have happened. But I don’t want to hear it. “Let me have this moment,querida. I’m going to take a shower. Let’s not talk about it right now.”

I give her another quick kiss before untangling myself from her and heading into the bathroom. I’m hard as a fucking rock. Rather than trying to get my erection to calm down, I knock one out in the shower within a minute of the water turning on. I know I won’t be able to focus if I’m this jazzed all day. The orgasm I have is powerful, but it just barely takes the edge off. I know it won’t be anything like what I’ll have with Monica. I just need to convince her to give me a chance.

She’s gone when I’m done in the bathroom.

Our last full day at the conference is jam-packed with breakout sessions and activities. The organizers want everyone to attend a final party, but I plan to skip it. Instead, I want to find Monica and clear the air. Let her know nothing will change between us and our working relationship. That I’m a patient man and I’ll wait for her.

After not finding her anywhere, I head to our room, assuming she’ll be there. Unfortunately, I’m not prepared to find the room wiped off all of Monica’s belongings. A piece of paper on the bed beckons me.

Gabriel,

I’m sorry. It’s too much. I don’t know what I’m doing, and that scares me. Please give me time and space.

Monica

She fucking left? I didn’t think I overstepped that much to make her want an escape that badly. Fuck. Now I’m second-guessing every touch, every look. I whip out my phone to text her.

Me: Are you okay?

Monica: I’ll be fine.

Me: That’s not what I asked. Can we meet?

Monica: I’m already almost home.

Me: What?!?

Monica: It’s better this way, Gabriel.

Me: No, it’s not. You can’t avoid this. You can’t avoid us.

Monica: There is no ‘us.’

Me: Yes, there is,querida. There is an ‘us.’

Monica: I need time. My mind is all jumbled, and nothing makes sense.

Me: And I think this is the only thing that makes sense. You. Me. We’re inevitable.

Monica: I’m not ready for that.

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