Page 117 of Your Soul to Keep

He chuckled and tapped my butt. “Lift up.”

I groaned as I lost him from inside me. Turning to curl up at his side, I laid my head on his chest, threw my thigh over both of his, and covered his galloping heart with my palm.

“Wow.” There was no other word for it.

He bent his arm behind his head and wrapped his other arm around me. “You’re welcome,” he gloated.

I tipped my chin back to look up at his handsome face.

He winked, waves of smug pride practically wafted off him as he lay back and closed his eyes.

I puffed out my chest and deepened my voice. “There’s something about being with you—"

Slanting me a sideways glance, he warned, “Shae.”

I stared back, contemplating if I should continue. I did. “—that makes me want to take you home and fuck—"

He lunged.

I screeched with laughter as his big body easily took me to my back.

Pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, he frowned down at me. Trailing one finger from my collarbones down between my breasts and back up, he muttered, “You have a choice to make. Apologize for making fun of your man or take the consequences.”

I tested his grip on my wrists to find no leeway. Twisting my lips to the side, I peered up at him.

His gorgeous face creased into that trademark grin that never ceased to pull me into mischief.

I took a breath, and continued, “—fuck you hard, remind you —”

Barking out a laugh, he dipped his big fingers into my armpit and tickled me.

I bucked and howled with pained laughter. “Gabe! Gabe, Stop!”

He halted immediately, wiggling his fingers a few inches above my armpit. “Apologize.”

“—who you belong to,” I squeaked.

He shook his head and released my wrists. “I see I’m going to have to take a different tact,” he mock-frowned.

I smiled victoriously, then melting back into the mattress, watched his dark head as he kissed his way back down my body to nuzzle me between my thighs.

He looked up at me and cocked an eyebrow.

I grinned. “This isn’t much of a punishment.”

He wagged his eyebrows, licked a wide swath over my pussy, one that made me arch off the bed, then stopped abruptly and sat back on his heels. Twisting to the dresser, he pulled open a drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube.

“Uh oh,” I breathed.

He flicked open the lid and grinned. “You ready?”

“Go slow,” I warned.

He nodded then slapped me on the ass. “Bottom’s up, baby.”

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