Page 25 of Stepson

“Oh, I can just call Pearson if you’d like?”

I shake my head. “I appreciate that, but I’d like to have a day to myself. You understand, right?”

She gives me a warm smile. “Which vehicle would you like to take, Mrs. Price?”

I think about it, mentally scanning through all the vehicles we own and grinning when I think of my favorite.

“I’ll take the Mercedes G-Class.” I grin.

“Which color?”

A small laugh comes out as I shake my head in disbelief. Of course Marcus has more than one color. He loves that vehicle.

“The maroon on,” I reply as I pour myself a fresh cup of coffee. It’s the only one I thought we had, and I adore the shade. It reminds me of the apple orchard I used to go to when I was a kid, picking the first batch of apples of the season with my grandmother. Then she passed away, and I never went apple picking again.

“Good choice.” She winks.

The younger maid—whose name I can never remember—comes sauntering into the dining room with a stack of fresh tea towels. She gives me a warm smile as she continues on.

“Thank you, Rachael. Is Mr. Gabe up yet?” Maggie asks, making my ears perk up.

“Mr. Gabe isn’t home. I’ve changed his sheets as you instructed, though.”

Not home? Where the hell could he be? I want to ask, but I know they probably don’t have a clue either. There’s no point in texting him because I don’t have his number, and if memory serves me right, I don’t think he has a phone at all. I’ve not seen him with one, anyway.

I finish my breakfast in silence as quickly as I can before I run upstairs and get ready for the day. Everything in my closet is what Marcus wants me to wear as his wife. There isn’t a single pair of jeans and not one band tee can be found anywhere in my belongings. I miss who I used to be.

Instead of pouting about it, I put on my favorite knee-length dress that’s the color of the ocean and some nude sandals. I keepmy makeup light with just mascara and top eyeliner, and ruffle my hair with my fingers, giving it a beach wave look.

And then I’m off before I allow my racing thoughts to overwhelm me.

Maggie hands me the keys before I make my way out to the extra ten-car garage, finding the maroon Mercedes. I haven’t been out on my own in what feels like forever. I crave this kind of freedom and wonder if Marcus will give me some when he returns.

I pull out of the garage, about to make my way down the long driveway to the gate at the end when I catch sight of the most gorgeous man in history. Gabe is running toward me in nothing but shorts and sneakers. Sweat drips between his pecs, glistening across his abs, and disappearing into his shorts. A small white towel hangs from his hip and when he sees me in the driver’s seat, he grins from ear to ear.

I stop when he approaches me, rolling down the window. He leans against the SUV, throwing me the smirk I love so much. My pussy instantly clenches, remembering how he made me feel all night long.

“Where are you off to?”

Gulping, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and blush. I can’t tell him exactly what I’m doing or it’ll ruin the surprise.

“I have a few errands to run. I won’t be long.” I’m shaking, and I have no clue why.

“I hope you’re not too long,” he says, leaning in as his gaze slides over my body. “Another dress?”

Reaching in, he skims his fingers up my bare thigh, disappearing beneath the hem of my dress as he slides closer and closer to my throbbing pussy.

On instinct, I spread my legs open for him as he presses against my clit. He inhales a sharp breath and grins.

“No panties again? Are you sure you need to run that errand right this second? I can send you off with a smile on your face if you give me five minutes.”

I let out a nervous giggle, trying to tame the fire building inside of me. As much as I want him to put that smile on my face, I need to go run this errand before he distracts me too much. I reach down and grip his wrist, stopping him.

“Gabe,” I say breathlessly, “I won’t be long.”

He lets out a chuckle. “Drive safe.” He pulls his hand from between my legs, cupping my cheek before he leans in and kisses me.

But it’s not just any kiss. No, he kisses me as if it’s the last time he’s ever going to. Our mouths part before our tongues twist and tease, devouring one another as my chest tightens. Then he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. I’m breathing heavily as I stare into his burning gaze. We’ve barely done anything, and I’m already soaked for him, remembering how he stretched and filled me last night. I can still feel him in my pussy, and I secretly want him inside of me again. Right now.

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