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We walk side by side in silence until we’re outside in the sunshine.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I had no idea she would be stopping by,” I admit.

She lets out a nervous giggle, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You don’t owe me any kind of explanation, Gabe.” Her voice is soft, and I know she’s lying through her teeth.

“No?”

“No. You forget I’m married.” Her cheeks flush when she finally looks up at me.

My jaw clenches tightly at her words. Yeah, she might be married, but if I have it my way, she won’t be for much longer. My dad doesn’t deserve her, and how he got her in the first place completely fucking confuses me. Bentley doesn’t seem like the type of woman to marry a guy purely over the size of his bank account, but I also don’t really know a thing about this woman. I never got the chance.

“Have I, though?”

She stops walking to stare at me, and I can’t help myself. Grabbing her throat, I pull her to me before slamming my lips onto hers. She moans into my mouth as she claws at my arms, sinking her tongue in. Our tongues taste and tease as we become breathless. Our hands explore and tug at one another feverishly.

She might be married to another man, but I can feel in this kiss how she only wants me. And she can have whatever she wants.

With my hand still on her throat, I guide her back to the stone bench hidden between a small grove of trees before I push her down. She falls with an oomph, staring up at me with those hungry eyes of hers.

“I think it’s time for me to reciprocate.”

I drop to my knees in front of her, grabbing her knees as I shove them apart. She grips the back of the bench as she leans back, not stopping me in any shape or form. She wants this, and I’m going to give it to her.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I watch her quiver as a small moan floats around us. My dick is already painfully hard, but this is for her. I’ll get what I want later.

Her panties are still MIA and my smile widens. Easy access means more time for quick fun. Leaning forward, I lap up her pussy, stopping to twirl my tongue against her clit.

She nearly screams, bucking on the bench as I grip her thighs to keep them open. She tastes so fucking good, and she’s already dripping wet for me. Her juices fill my mouth as I moan against her clit, flicking and licking until she’s breathless.

Her hands come down and entwine in my hair, tugging and guiding me where she wants my mouth. My dick throbs in my pants as I try to ignore it, trying to give her all the attention. I slowly slide my hand up her thigh before I coat my fingers with our juices, sucking her clit into my mouth. She nearly screams when I find her entrance and push two fingers in.

Fuck.

I thrust my fingers as her walls clamp around them tightly, making me wish my dick was there instead. She’s so fucking tight, and it immediately makes me realize how much my dad is neglecting this sweet pussy. Never again. Bentley will never know what it’s like to go without attention ever again. She was mine first, and she’ll be fine again.

Turning my fingers upwards, I make the come-here movement and press against her sweet spot. She bucks on the bench again, hissing in a sharp breath as I suck and flick her harder.

“Oh my God, Gabe, I’m… I’m…”

I moan against her clit as her grip in my hair tightens painfully, but it only turns me on even more. Tonight can’t come soon enough.

Dragging my nails with my other hand along her inner thigh, I feel her shake right before her pussy squeezes and pulses aroundmy fingers. My tongue is relentless on her clit as I continue to thrust my fingers deep inside her, pushing her over the edge. She tries to push my head back, but I won’t let her. I want her to ride out her orgasm with my mouth on her, tasting her until she can’t move.

“Ah!” she cries out as her hips grind against my face. “Oh, fuck. Gabe!”

Fuck. Yes.

This is exactly how I want her. By the end of the night, she’ll be mine in every way possible, and this is just a teaser.

Her body convulses around me as her knees try to clamp shut. I finally lean back, feeling her sweet juices drip down my chin as I smirk up at her, my fingers still slowly stroking her insides. Our gazes lock as I slowly pull out of her, and I can’t help but notice the way she stares down at me. Is it fear? Or does she know where this is going? She better believe I’ll do anything to make her mine again. This sweet cunt of hers, and hopefully her heart, will be mine.

Chapter twelve

Bentley

To say I’m nervous is an understatement. Sure, Gabe and I have done some naughty things throughout the day as we hid from the staff but being alone with him all night makes me shiver. If he can blow my mind with all these people around, imagine what he can do when we’re alone. I want this, but I’m scared.

I’ve dreamt of a life with Gabe after only being with him once. I pictured us living together, pleasing each other until we were both completely spent while living the happiest life I’ve ever seen for myself. Those dreams ended when he never called me, so being here with him all these years later with the same emotions popping back up, leaves me worried. I want to believe Gabe wants me for more than just sex, but he makes it seem as if hedoesn’t remember who I am. Will I tell him? Probably not. After all, I’m a married woman.

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