Page 105 of Stepson

I pin him with my glare, not letting him get up without at least letting me clean his facial wounds. Climbing onto his lap, I straddle him to pin him to the couch. He won't go anywhere if I rub myself against him.

His hands grab my hips before he digs his fingers into me, holding me tightly. I lightly dab at his wounds as he stares into my eyes. His heated gaze makes it difficult to concentrate on where to wipe, but I do my best.

“You’re perfect,” Gabe whispers.

My hand halts over his lips as I stare deeply into his eyes.

“I’m far from perfect, Gabe.”

He shakes his head. “Not to me, babe.”

His words hit deep in my soul, and I know he means them as deeply as he can. But I’m not perfect and that scares me. What if he wakes up one day and realizes that I’m not? Will that cause problems between us?

“Don’t put me on a pedestal, Gabe. You’ll see soon enough that I’m not perfect.”

He reaches up, cupping my face with his hands as he tilts my head down to directly stare into his gaze.

“Stop doubting yourself right now. We all have insecurities and problems. You may not be perfect to someone else, but to me, you are. You’re all I’ve always wanted in a woman and the last seven years have left me thinking of nothing but you. You’re more perfect than I even imagined.”

My bottom lip trembles, and I hate him for making me feel so damn emotional over his words. He always knows how to make the situation better and make me feel a hundred percent confident in our relationship.

“You’re perfect to me, too,” I whisper.

He leans up while I meet him in the middle as our lips gently brush. Our kiss starts off sweet and gentle before his hand sneaks around to my neck, pulling me tighter to him. He kisses my bottom lip before he drags his tongue there, making my mouth fall open for him.

When our tongues collide, we taste and tease until we’re both out of breath, and I’m grinding against him. He groans into my mouth before he breaks our kiss and presses his forehead against mine.

“As much as I’d like to fuck you right now, Bentley, we need to help move Maggie so we can get out of here. The sooner we can get out of this town, the sooner we can start our new life together.”

I nod as I try to catch my breath as my lips tingle from his kiss. The desire to start our new life together is stronger than the desire between my legs.

As we leave the apartment and head back to Maggie’s, the moving truck pulls in behind the Jeep. Three men jump out of the cab and speak to Gabe as I head inside to see how far she has gotten.

“Promise me you won’t freak out when you see Gabe’s face.”

Maggie stops packing to turn and look at me. “Gabe’s face? What’s wrong with his…” Gabe comes in the back door with themoving guys behind him when Maggie’s eyes nearly fall out of her head. “Gabriel! Your handsome face!”

I should have known she would have freaked out when she saw him. She walks up to him and touches his arm, studying his face.

“I hope what you did today stays in the past, Gabriel. I don’t want to get a call from Bentley saying that you two are in trouble again.”

He chuckles. “It’s all over with, Maggie, I promise. Are you ready for these guys to start taking things?”

She rubs her hands on the front of her jeans and looks around. “Everything can go.”

Gabe winks at me as he walks by, showing the guys what’s what. Maggie steps back and watches the guys move her belongings from the house before her eyes take in the house. I know she’s been here for years and it must be hard for her to leave, but the sweet smile on her face tells me she’s happy with her decision.

I walk up and wrap my arm around her shoulders, keeping out of the way of the movers as we take it all in together.

“This is a fresh start for you too, Maggie.”

She hugs me back. “I’ve needed this for a long time, sweet Bentley. Now help me finish up in the kitchen and then I’ll let you two leave.”

“You got it.” I kiss the side of her cheek before we get back to work.

This will be our last moments with Maggie for a while, and I’m going to soak up every last second of it. She has been there for me through my marriage with Marcus more times than I can count. She’s never been an employee to me. No, Maggie is family.

Chapter fifty-five

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