Page 27 of Go Deep

Or is his grip on me just that tight?

A shiver ripples through me, firing every nerve ending. Jesus, the electricity crackling between us is enough to short-circuit my brain and make me tell him exactly what’s been keeping me up at night, tossing and turning and yearning…

I press my lips together just in case my mouth decides to betray me…much like the rest of my body.

Gabe doesn’t speak. The corners of his lips curl into a sexy fuck-me-now grin, making my cock twitch. “You’re such a die-hard fan of Brixton Scott that you needed to assault me for my view?”

The spotlights swim overhead, creating some weird halo effect over Gabe’s head. I can see his blue eyes glimmer… not with playfulness…with something else…something that looks a lot like what’s flooding my body right now. Or am I that fucking hammered?

“I would never have wanted to damage the view, trust me.” Oh, Christ. Iamthat hammered.

He folds his bulging arms over a tight white shirt. The fabric clings to his muscular chest, each indentation visible through the flimsy material. “Is that so?”

I push back my hair.Think, think.“I’ve got too much riding on the Crusaders this season. Wouldn’t want to take out their star quarterback.”

Weak, man. So. Fucking. Weak.

Gabe’s smile doesn’t waver, but the look in his eyes has gone from hot to… definitelynot.

Good. No, bad. Right?

I want him so fucking much right now — to lick each and every line and curve of his body, to taste that smooth bronze skin, and graze his deep pink lips with my own.

But I can’t…I won’t…oh Christ, I don’t even know what I want anymore. Besides, I have a fictional girlfriend. What the hell is her name again?

“Right.” He swigs from a beer bottle, draining it in one final gulp.

Jeanette rushes over with a handful of napkins. She dabs them on the back of my shirt, trying to soak up the liquid. I’m pretty sure by now my body is so overheated, the shirt will dry in seconds on its own.

“Thanks. Don’t worry about it.” I grab the napkins, hoping she’ll take the hint and disappear.

Her eyes are a little glassy, not that I’m one to talk. Looks like she didn’t catch it after all. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I’ll catch up with you later, after I figure out how to get you backstage.”

She sways into me. “Good. I’ll be around if you needanything.”

It’s hard to ignore the flicker of hesitation in Gabe’s eyes. I can’t blame the guy. My signals are so mixed even I’m confused.

With a swing of her hips, Jeanette’s off to the next unsuspecting group of targets. She’s the perfect choice to reel in new clients. With her painted-on tight jeans and low-cut top, Jeanette is the hook, line,andsinker for all these liquored-up prospects. I’m doubling her bonus tomorrow.

“You hungry?”

Fucking A, if that question doesn’t have more than one answer. I nod. “I didn’t eat much before I came.”

It’s time to soak up some of the alcohol eating away at my stomach lining. Maybe it’ll help clear the cobwebs in my brain so I don’t make another idiotic comment at a business event where I’m under an insane amount of scrutiny by my dad’s political cronies, some of which I’m trying to sign.

There are enough celebrities packed into these quarters to warrant the paparazzi’s attention. And they’re just waiting for a chance to pounce. I don’t need to give them another reason.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickle as Gabe’s appraising stare chills me from the inside out. He brushes past, leading the way to something more private and definitively more suggestive based on that eye-fuck.

I clench my teeth to keep my jaw from hitting the floor when he brazenly rubs himself against me in the process. I follow close behind, squeezing through the crowd. We find an empty spot at the back in the skybox as the rest of the party spills onto the patio to watch the show.

Food. I need food now. I tear my eyes away from his muscular back and walk over to the buffet. It’s an impressive spread, but typical since I never spare any expense on these events. They’re part of the reason why my company is one of the top in the country. I know just how to entice the clients and make them a shitload of money. Nothing but the best.

I hand Gabe a plate, avoiding any further eye contact until I can process what the hell is happening to me right now. I heap carb-heavy foods onto my plate, choosing whatever will absorb the booze so I don’t make more of an ass of myself than I already have.

Oysters? Yeah, pass. I don’t need any help in that department, not with Gabe standing so close I can feel his breath hot on the back of my neck.

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