Page 64 of The Bonus

He rolls his lips. “Aren’t I supposed to wait until the end of the date to do that?”

“Nope.” I grab his face and bring it down to mine, our lips touch and the kiss is long, slow, and deep. “Dinner?” I murmur against his lips.

“What?” he pants, overcome with arousal. We kiss again and again and I can feel his erection as it leans up against my leg.

Yesssss…

Arousal screams through my body like a fire truck, we can’t go out like this.

“Takeout at your house?” I pant against his lips.

“Works for me.” He slams the door shut and nearly runs around to the driver’s side.

What the hell? We didn’t even make it out of my driveway.

We’re like animals.

I don’t remember driving to his house, I don’t remember getting out of the car or what furniture he has inside.

All I know is that now I’m in Russel’s bedroom and his eyes roam up and down my body as he slowly peels my dress off.

The lights are dimmed and the room is quiet, every breath between us is magnified.

Thump, thump, thump goes my heart. It’s been a long time since someone has seen me naked and I’ve had two children since then. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?

Say something.

“You are so gorgeous, Grace,” he murmurs as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. “You’re all I think about.”

He throws me back onto the bed and spreads my legs, he looks up at me as he licks me there and I nearly jump off the bed.

The first time he touched me was with his tongue. I smile goofily up at the ceiling.

I need this.

Gabriel

I walk out of my building and see Mark standing by the car, he gives me a weak smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Good morning.” He opens the back door for me.

“Hello,” I say as I get into the car.

We pull out into the traffic and I watch him in the rearview mirror, his face is etched with worry.

“What is it?” I ask.

His eyes flick up to me. “What’s what?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” He exhales heavily.

“Don’t lie to me, you’ve been a sad sack of shit all week.”

He rolls his eyes and keeps driving, and I can’t stand it. “Pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull the fucking car over.”

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