Page 172 of The Bonus

We kiss again, and this time his tongue slowly slides into my mouth, awakening every female instinct that I’ve suppressed for years.

This man…the physical reaction I have to him…it’s carnal, primal, and damn well addictive.

Wait…what the hell am I doing?

I pull out of the kiss and step back. “Gabriel, you need to stop.”

“What’s wrong?” He reaches for me again and pulls my body against his. “Get back here.”

“No.” I take a further step back. “This isn’t about you and me, this is about the children and your relationship with them.”

“What the children need is for us to be together.”

“That’s not true at all, and besides…” I troll my mind for a get-out-of-jail card. “I’m already seeing someone.”

His eyes narrow and he steps toward me, forcing me to step back. “Who is he?” he growls. The dominance of his action sends a wildfire through my body. I feel my pulse between my legs.

Just throw me across the table already.

“A very nice man,” I reply in an overly high-pitched voice. “You can’t come barging in here with a few pretty words and expect me to drop everything.”

His eyes hold mine and then, as if sensing that I’m lying through my teeth, he breaks into a slow, sexy smile. “And are you getting everything you need from him?”

Not even close.

“Yep,” I squeak.

“Well.” His dark eyes hold mine as he lifts his hand to my face and cups my jaw, his thumb swipes over my bottom lip. “I hope he fucks you just as deep as I want to.”

Thump.

Thump…goes my heart.

I feel faint…

He turns and without another word walks out the back door and down to the lake to the children. I go to the window and watch him, my body screaming for more of his touch, aching like never before. My skin tingles with excitement and every hair on the back of my neck stands to attention.

But I can’t go there, not now.

Not ever.

It’s late and the children are going up to bed, Gabriel has insisted on sleeping on the couch.

I want to stay up and watch television but I don’t trust my slutty self.

All I can think about is his dick and how badly I want it.

I’m disgusted with myself.

I put the pile of blankets on the end of the couch. “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep in my bed?”

His dark eyes hold mine and I know he’s as hot for it as I am. “If I sleep in your bed, we are one hundred percent fucking.”

I feel myself melt into a puddle.

What position?

“Well.” I act uninterested. “That’s not happening, so the couch it is.” I turn and practically run upstairs without looking back. I march down the hall and into my bedroom and close the door behind me.

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