Page 56 of Lucky In Love

“Who’s the girl?” Ariana, the Poptart I am handling, asks as she notices me on my phone.

“I would say my future wife if that wasn’t so presumptuous,” I answer with a grin and a shrug.

Ariana softens for the first time since we’ve met, losing her spoiled girl airs and cool attitude. Smiling at me, she nods, approving of my lofty words. “Good for you, Gideon. We never see it coming, do we?”

Nodding, I guide her through an alley away from cameras to waiting transport. Loading her in, I check the perimeter and send a heads up to Rumi that she is good. Climbing in beside her, I move to sit opposite her. It seems I have grown an aversion to women since I met Gemma. Admittedly, I can be a flirt, not that I ever took dating seriously, but I won’t be giving anyone the idea that I am interested in them.

I am interested in one woman and one woman only.

After taking the pop star to her favorite sushi spot, which becomes a paparazzi nightmare, I direct us back to her hotel. Rumi takes the lead so I can call it a night. It’s almost six and I am eager to see my girl. Rushing to my place, I change out of my suit and Kevlar, taking a quick shower. I am just choosing what to wear when there is a knock at my door.

Not even thinking, I rush to answer it. Throwing it open, I am hit with a cool breeze from the early fall night, reminding me I have just a towel on. Gemma stares up at me before her eyes track the path of water dripping down my chest. Voracious green eyes trace over all the tattoos spreading down my right side. I cannot be blamed for how my cock tents my towel with her looking at me that way.

“Holy shit,” Gemma sputters, her skin flushing all the way down her neck. I watch as even the soft spill of her round tits goes pink. It makes me wonder how far that blush goes. Bad idea because now the towel barely hides my hard-on. “This how you charm the panties off all the ladies?”

“Am I doing that?” I wonder, reaching out to haul her close. “Is it working? Because maybe this is me trying to get your panties off, kitten.”

Gemma lets out a little sound as she presses close, soaking the hot little dress she has on. I slam my mouth to hers, backing up to get us inside. Her tongue comes out as I lift her, pinning her against the door. I suck that sweet tongue greedily, groaning as she rubs against my cock. Nothing but terry cloth and lace separates us. I can rip both apart in seconds.

“Tell me to stop, Gemma,” I plead even as I kiss a hungry path down her jaw, her throat, nipping at her shoulder as she rocks faster. “If you say the word, I can’t stop. God, I do not want to stop.”

“Gideon,” she purrs my name, her hand sliding down my front. “No. No, don’t stop.”

Those panted words from her sweet mouth are my undoing. Because as she begs me not to stop, her fingers hook in my towel and rip it off. I grunt in satisfaction as her little hand wraps around my cock, her little moan turning me on like nothing else ever has. Spinning from the door, I march down the hall to the bedroom. It’s dusk out, so the room is amber, and gold and she looks beautiful spread out on my bed.

Pushing at her dress with trembling hands, I grasp the edges of her panties and tear them down her legs. Reaching down, I yank at the top of her pretty dress, baring her soft, round tits. Seeing her laid out, thighs spread, pussy bare, nipples puckered, as she stares up at me almost sends me over the edge.

Dropping to my knees, I crawl between her thighs to bury my face in her pussy. Gemma cries out, clawing at my back, twisting beneath me. I lick and suck at her wet folds, savoring the salty sweetness of her. Closing my mouth around her clit, I suckle hard, and she mewls. Stuffing my tongue deep inside her tightness. Rocking, she fucks my face as I eat her pussy, we both become savage.

“Gideon, please. Inside me, need you inside me,” she pants, hips rocking her wetness against my jutting cock.

“Eyes up here, kitten,” I command before I slowly push inside her. “Hell, that is pretty. Look how your pretty pussy takes my thick cock. Such a greedy little thing,” I hiss as her pussy grips my cock so tight it sends tremors of pleasure up my spine.

“Oh, oh, yes. Gideon,” she hums my name in that melodic voice of hers, singing her pleasure.

“Fit me so perfect, taking me so good, baby,” I grunt as I thrust, fascinated by the sight of her pink, swollen pussy taking my wide cock again and again.

Being inside her, seeing the flush of her fair skin, the bounce of her full tits, the wildness in her eyes, it’s not just sex. It is everything. Everything you hope for in a lover. In your other half. The one that will ruin you for everyone else. Consider my officially ruined by Gemma. I never want to kiss anyone else, touch anyone else, be inside anyone else. Just her for the rest of my fucking life.

Bending close, I take her mouth in a brutal kiss as we chase the high together. I clutch her close as she comes, panting my name. Buried deep, I come too, not caring about protection. Just thinking of her pregnant makes me come harder, filling her until my cum spills down her thighs. Gemma stares up at me, eyes shining, understanding in their depths.

This was no reckless roll of the dice—we’ve both just gone all in on each other.

Chapter Four

Gemma

Who said falling in love is hard on the knees?

They were not wrong. I think they meant it much differently than I do. Smirking as I crawl across the floor towards Gideon, I am panting, my thighs shake, and I am hot all over with need. Watching him stroke his thick cock as he sits on the couch watching me, rids me of all inhabitations. Once I am close enough, I kneel before him, opening my mouth wide.

“Jesus, you’re a fucking goddess. Mine,” he grunts, sitting forward to cup my jaw, his thumb tugging my mouth open wider. “Say it for me, kitten. Let me hear the words.”

“I am yours,” I whisper, the truth setting me free as I gaze up at him.

We’ve been seeing each other less than two weeks but time does not matter. Not when we both knew this was it that first night we met. Besides our handful of adorable dates, we have become inseparable. I cannot go a day without seeing him. I love our nonstop steam of texts, he sends me flowers, writes little notes all over his place for me to find, and is basically the best boyfriend on the planet.

We were meant to go out to a show tonight, but once I saw him in his sexy suit, that dark lock of hair hanging on his forehead, I was done for. I all but stripped him out of that suit, my hands greedy to feel the thick weight of him. Teasing me, he refused to give me what I wanted…unless I showed him how badly I wanted it.

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