Page 2 of The Heiress's First Date

“You need to come again, don’t you? Greedy little thing.”

He sounds pleased at the discovery. Like he’s happy to be figuring me out.

That makes two of us.

And I’m not going to deny myself. I tug at his shirt. “If you’re up for it.”

He thrusts his hips against me, driving that steely length harder into my belly. My pussy flutters around the vibe, knowing how amazing he feels inside me.

“You know I’m up for it.” The growled words send a shiver down my spine.

He’s most definitelyupfor it.

He presses a line of kiss down to my shoulder and then back up, nipping my jaw. Whimpering, I tighten my arms around him, thankful for his hold because I really do question the stability of my legs right now.

And it only gets worse the more he touches me, trailing those wicked fingers down my sides, past the hem of my dress. He gathers the material in his hands, dragging the tips of his fingers up my thighs.

“You’re all I’ve fucking thought about for days, Princess. You and that amazing little humming moan you make when you come. I’ve been trying to figure out how I can make you come while my dick is in your mouth because I bet that feels like heaven.”

He says all of this with barely any space between us. Frustration pours off him even as his words are breathy with wonder.

Gabe bends his knees, taking those seductive lips away from mine, and tugs my panties down.

Air leaves my lungs in a rush, and I drop my head back against the wall. My hands fall to his shoulders as I steady myself.

“Step,” he murmurs, on his knees now.

I lift one foot, then the other. The vibrator is losing the battle of gravity with how crazy wet I am. I clench my muscles to keep it in place.

“Did you just put those in your pocket?” I ask, chagrin twisting my stomach. And right behind that riot of emotion is a kick of arousal. My panties are in Gabriel Rothburn’s pocket.

“If you’re a good girl, you can have them back later.” The challenge in his words lights me from the inside out.

I trace a finger along his cheek to his lower lip. Those sinful lips part, and he nips the pad of my finger, then sucks the digit inside. Heat races over my skin, and I let out a shaky breath. “Maybe I don’t want them back.”

Smart man that he is, he instantly knows what I’m implying. That I intend to be bad. Naughty. Reckless. Pick your word.

His jaw drops, releasing my captive finger, and he groans as he rests his forehead against my belly. I laugh, rubbing my hands over his shoulders, delighting in the fact that I’ve made the tech tycoon short circuit.

When he looks up at me, those brilliant blue eyes sparkling with intent, all the pieces of my life fall into place. Everything leading up to this, all the schooling, board meetings, and society events, paved a path to bring me here. To Gabe’s apartment. It feels right. A touch forbidden but exactly where I’m supposed to be.

“While you’re down there?—”

His lips pull up into a smirk. “Yes, Princess?”

He kisses my hip and then pushes my dress up to my waist. With a groan, he leans in, lips nibbling a line toward my clit.

I can’t get the words out when he’s teasing me like this. It’s as if the air in my lungs is frozen and my brain has forgotten how to send signals to my tongue and vocal cords.

My juices coat the inside of my thighs, and, some other time, I might feel the burn of embarrassment. But not today. Not when he’s so enthralled.

Nudging the vibrator aside, he licks my clit. The single swipe of his tongue causes a chain reaction. My hips tilt toward him, offering myself to his kisses. My nipples harden to the point of pain. I whimper my need because he’s right. Twice isn’t enough. Not when I was surrounded by three prime specimens of male perfection.

My hormones are firing on all cylinders.

“Take it out,” I whisper.

“You sure I shouldn’t turn it on and dial you up to a ten?” His voice deepens, positively wicked.

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