Page 185 of The Bonus

Hearts pounding, breathless and totally overcome, we kiss tenderly, holding each other through the heavenly high.

Time seemingly stands still.

Eventually, he falls onto the mattress beside me and pulls me close. Still kissing me over and over again. His tongue tenderly worshiping me, his body weeping out of mine, his flaccid cock resting against my open thigh.

There’s a beautiful tenderness swimming between us, something that I’ve never felt from him before.

“Dreams do come true,” he whispers in the darkness. “I’m never letting you go, Gracie.” He kisses me again and then falls onto his back, totally spent.

The ceiling blurs as I stare up at it through tears.

What have I done?

I jump as I wake…did I dream… I glance over to see Gabriel fast asleep flat on his back and I close my eyes in horror.

Oh no…fuck.

His regulated breathing tells me he’s still in a deep sleep. I slowly climb out of bed, and as I swing my legs, I get a sharp sting between my legs.

Oww…I’m sore, the man’s an animal.

I throw on my robe and sneak out of the room. I hold my breath as I ever so quietly close the door behind me. I don’t want him to wake yet, I need to get myself together before I have to face him.

I rush down the hall and catch sight of myself in the mirror, my hair is all over the place and my face is flushed. I look thoroughly well and truly fucked; I am, on all counts, so that’s…fitting.

Ugh…

I rush down the stairs and flick the coffee machine on, then pace back and forth while I wait.

This is a disaster.

The colossal fuckup of all fuckups.

He broke me so hard that it took years to recover…and one sniff of his manhood and I turned into a stray cat on heat.

The machine pings, and I get a vision of us last night.

Damn…that was some good sex.

Stop it!

I make my coffee and go out to sit by the lake. I immediately call Deb.

“You slept with him, didn’t you?” she answers.

“How do you know?”

“Why else would you be ringing me at seven a.m.?”

“This is a fucking disaster,” I whisper.

“Well…your girlie likes him.”

“My girlie’s a ho.”

“Obviously.”

“God.” I drag my hand through my hair in disgust at myself.

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