Page 182 of The Bonus

Not now, not ever.

I take the stairs two at a time. I wish it were tomorrow already, it’s going to be a long night.

I flick the blankets back and stare at the ceiling, it’s a blazing inferno in here. Is there any air in the bedroom at all?

Why is it so damn hot?

Dominic is fast asleep up on his bed while I lie down below on the trundle. My thoughts go to Gabriel and how emotional he was when he found out we planned to go to Italy one day. It was a great memory, one that I will always remember.

He was so shocked; he didn’t have a clue that it was coming, and that’s what made it all the more special. I see his tears and I smile into the darkness.

Throb…

Throb…

Hell, I need to get laid, or at the very least have an intimate three-hour date with Bob my vibrator. I’m feeling hot and bothered and overly sexual and I know it’s only because he’s around again. Which is stupid, because he is the last person I want to have sex with.

If only my body would keep up with the logical grudge that I hold.

Unfortunately, my human and very female primal instinct to mate with a dominant male has been triggered.

Just being around him is…hard.

Hard…

I bet he’d be hard… A vision of him naked and looking down at me runs through my mind. A vision I’ve never forgotten because it’s burned into my brain.

One night with him in the flesh has given me years of fantasies in my mind.

Stop it!

Ugh. I drag my hand through my hair and roll over and punch my pillow.

I stare at the ceiling for over an hour until I can’t stand it any longer, maybe I need to go to the bathroom? Maybe that’s why I’m not sleeping.

I climb out of bed and pull my white nightdress down. No wonder I can’t sleep, I’m all twisted in this stupid thing. I’m not used to sleeping in pajamas.

I tiptoe down to the bathroom. The little red nightlight that plugs into the power point throws a warm glow across the room. I do my business and am standing at the basin, washing my hands when I feel my hair being swiped to the side, soft lips open-kiss my neck.

He’s here.

Goose bumps scatter up my spine as my knees weaken beneath me.

He kisses my neck again; this time his teeth graze my skin and I feel a surge of arousal scream through my blood. His hand wraps around my body dragging me back onto his erection.

Our eyes meet in the mirror, and he bites my earlobe as he holds me tight, his hand comes to aggressively cup my breast. He’s wearing only boxer shorts, his broad, muscular body shadowed in a beautiful shade of red.

“Gabriel…” I whimper. “I don’t think…”

“Stop thinking,” he breathes into my ear. “Just feel.” His hand slides down the front of my panties and he circles his fingers through the lips of my sex as he opens me up.

Fire blazes in his eyes as he feels how wet I am.

Fuck…

He turns my head and kisses me, his tongue takes no prisoners as his fingers slide deep into my sex. My body contracts around him and he moans into my mouth in appreciation.

Something snaps.

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