Page 260 of The Bonus

“I see. Listen, I’ve been thinking about your morning hair situation.”

Lucia rolls her eyes.

“I’m going to braid your hair tonight so we don’t have knots tomorrow morning.”

“Why?”

“Because I googled it and that’s what you do.”

“Do you know how to braid?” she asks.

“No, but how hard can it be?”

Okay, what the hell?

Who is this man, and what has he done with Gabriel Ferrara?

“No way he’s going to be able to braid hair,” Dominic mutters under his breath as he plays his game.

“No,” I agree. “But it’s going to be fun to watch him try.”

It’s nine thirty before everyone is asleep.

I sit on my bed and pretend to scroll through my phone as I wait for Gabriel to come upstairs. He’s already wrapped my plaster in plastic and gone down to check the doors are locked. For someone who put no sex on the table, I’m overly excited about showering and going to bed tonight. Every time I close my eyes, I see Gabriel sucking his fingers in his office today and I nearly orgasm on the spot.

I’m aching like never before.

Gabriel walks in and past me into the bathroom. The shower turns on and my breath catches. Moments later, Gabriel comes into view completely naked.

My eyes roam down his body, his hard thick cock stands erect between his legs.

He’s aching too.

“Shower time, my Gracie,” he mouths.

Goose bumps scatter up my spine as we stare at each other. His dark hair hangs in curls and his ripped olive skin glows as the steam swirls in the air.

He lifts my dress over my head, and in one quick movement has my bra and panties off too. We stare at each other, our naked bodies betraying what we need from each other.

He holds my face in his hands as he kisses me deeply, pulling me under the water as his tongue works its magic. His strong body pins me to the wall as his lips drop to my neck. Unable to stop myself, I reach down and wrap my fingers around his girthy length and stroke it.

“Hmm,” he moans into my mouth. “We are so fucking good together.” His fingers knead my breasts, his teeth graze my jawline, and I have an out-of-body experience, looking down at us from way above.

Naked and writhing, kissing like our lives depend on it.

He slides his finger deep into my sex, and I tip my head back in ecstasy as he begins to fuck me with his hand. Deep and hard. I grip his forearm and feel the muscles in it flex as he moves. He adds another finger and another, and my grip on his cock tightens. I work him at a piston pace, and this is it.

The epitome of primal instinct.

No longer in control of ourselves…but being controlled by it.

A force way bigger than either of us.

I stroke him and he tips his head back and cries out as he comes in a rush. “Fuck it,” he pants, annoyed at himself for blowing so fast.

He lifts my leg as he works me, knowing exactly where to touch me, how to touch me.

I see stars.

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