Page 49 of Billionaire and the Barista

NATHAN

Ilay back and laughed as Gabs collapsed against me. We lay there, limbs intertwined, panting, reveling in each other. I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her perfect sweet mouth.

“And to think I was going to get us a hotel room to do that in.”

She shoved at my chest.

“I need to move.” I needed to take care of the condom. Shit, it was torn up the side. I wrapped it in a napkin and placed it in a bag, pointing out that it was now our garbage bag. I lay back down and pulled Gabs into my arms.

“I could stay like this forever,” she said in the softest most satiated voice.

I agreed as I drew lazy circles on her shoulder while watching clouds drift across the blue sky. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, arm in arm, naked in nature, not a care in the world.

Her stomach grumbled before mine did.

“Well, we did stop for lunch. I guess we should eat,” she said as she pushed up into a sitting position. She pulled her shirt on, no bra, much to my pleasure.

I found my pants and pulled them back on. As we set up our picnic, I could help but think how perfect she was. She hadn’t needed anything fancy to make today amazing, hell she had only wanted me.

“I should tell you,” I began as she handed me a paper-wrapped sandwich. “The condom tore.”

She paused momentarily. “Oh. Up near the top, or by the base?”

“Side, closer to the base.” I studied her face. She didn’t seem worried at all.

“I'm probably okay, right? I mean, I don’t think I’m fertile right now. Not that I track that, but…” she let out a heavy sigh. “I guess I’ll let you know if something develops, as it were.”

“We can stop at a drug store and get some spermicide. If that will make you feel better.”

“Actually, that would. Especially since I anticipate a repeat of this afternoon when we find a hotel room.” Her grin was wicked and sexy as hell.

After lunch I had her navigate us to a larger crossroads where we thought we might find a town large enough with a chain drug store. I left her in the car as I ran in and purchased the supplies. Accidents happened, but we were going to proceed smartly about it. Back in the car, I handed her the shopping bag.

“This is more than some spermicide,” she said looking into the bag. “Oh, you got massage oil and is this tingly lube for his and her pleasure. You went in there and got fancy. And more condoms,” she chuckled, “with built-in spermicide. Smart.”

Gabriella, the girl I had known would have blushed and giggled and been a lightning bolt in bed. Gabriella, the woman with me, was confident and sexy as hell. And in bed, she was the whole damned thunderstorm.

The sun was setting behind us as we drove through another small town.

“Why don’t we see if there is a place to eat,” Gabriella said. “And then we can find a hotel for the night.”

With the help of the map on her phone, we located the small downtown block of the town we had just been in. I turned around and followed her navigational directions.

“This is cute,” she said with wonder as she got out of the car.

She wandered up the street as I put the top up and locked the car. She stopped in front of a restaurant, reading the menu they had displayed out front.

“This looks good, shall we?”

Inside we followed the hostess onto a back patio with a large tree in the middle, and those Christmas light places liked to leave up all year long.

“This is magical,” Gabriella declared as she looked around us.

She was magical.

Her company was as wonderful as she made me feel. Moving to Europe had been the worst mistake of my life. I should have come back for her sooner.

“This is such a cute little town,” Gabriella said just as our waitress approached.

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