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My thoughts are lost in this moment and my body is entirely his to do with as he pleases. He begins to thrust harder and deeper into me. I hold onto his shoulders. Soft moans continuously escape my lips. I am overwhelmed with sensation as his cock is pushed into me and then pulled out and pushed in again. Soon I cannot take it anymore and I am fighting for control.

"I am going to come," I whisper in his ear, and he shudders with excitement. I lean back, arching my body and rubbing my pussy against him. He thrusts harder and harder until pleasure overwhelms me, and I cry out, shaking with an orgasm. He grabs my waist again, pushes himself deep into me, and releases his own pleasure into me.

We sit for a moment in the car, him still buried inside me and trying to catch our breath. I look out of the window to find the car misted up from the heat of our bodies and a handprint in the misty glass. I grin at him, and he smiles back at me. With all the excitement I am not feeling so relaxed and starting to feel tired.

"You look exhausted, little one." He says.

"Well, it has been a very good couple of days," I say cheekily.

"Let's get you to bed then so that you can rest for another good day tomorrow." His suggestion sends a thrill of excitement through me. Another good day tomorrow? I think he really likes me.

We untangle ourselves from each other and he lifts me back onto the passenger seat. When we are ready, he wipes the inside of the windows, chuckling while he does it. Then we head home with his hand on my thigh again and a stupid grin on my lips.

When Alex drops me off, he walks me to my front door.

I am nervous as I don't know if he is going to pretend like nothing happened again, but this time he doesn't. He pulls me up against his body and whispers in my ear. "I had an amazing time, Gabi. Thank you." Then he kisses me. I want to drag him into my house and into my bed and wrap myself up in him all night. But he pulls away and says "I better go and release the babysitter from their duties. As much as I would love to stay longer."

"Thank you, Alex. I also had an amazing time." He kisses me one more time then waits for me to go inside before he walks back to his own home with his hands in his pocket and his shoulders back as though he is feeling really good about life. When I get inside my own home I stand with my back against the front door grinning, filled with excitement about what is happening between us. He is so special, and tonight was perfectly perfect.

CHAPTER 12

ALEX

The morning after our date Bella is playing in the park with her friends so I invite Gabi over for coffee. I have been thinking about her all morning and I keep smiling randomly because of it. She arrives wearing soft high-waisted pants that float around her body and a white shirt and when I see her, I instantly want to pull her against me and kiss her again.

"Good morning, beautiful," I say as she steps into my home.

"Hi, sexy." She grins and when that smile lights up her face, I cannot stop myself. I grab the back of her neck and kiss her. Her soft lifts touch mine and my body ignites with need. This woman drives me wild. I know she can feel it too. Her body and her breathing respond to me.

She grins when I step back.

"I have made some fresh coffee," I say, taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen.

"Why is your house filled with all of these balloons?" She asks, walking through the house, her eyes roaming over the decorations.

"Isabella has her birthday coming up next week and we are having the party this evening during the weekend so it does not interfere with school. I would actually love for you to be here if you are free? That is one of the reasons I invited you over. So that I could ask you to join us." I say, hopeful that she will say yes.

"Oh, that would be fun. Yes, thank you. I'll definitely join." She smiles at me. Every time she smiles my heart beats faster.

A nervous flutter runs through me when I think about introducing her to my friends who are coming to the party. Especially after the guys ragged me about her when we went out drinking the other night. I guess it will be obvious to them all who she is, and I just hope like hell that they do not make any awkward comments in front of her, or worse in front of Bella.

I pour us each a cup of coffee and the rich aroma fills the kitchen. It is one of my favorite smells in the morning.

We take our mugs and walk out onto the balcony to enjoy the morning sunshine.

"You have a really beautiful home. Bella must love it here." She says.

"It was my wife's house. I inherited it when she passed away. We are lucky to have such a lovely place to live. I did not grow up in a place like this. It might be a bit big for just Bella and myself but honestly, I stay here because it is Bella's only real connection she has with her mom."

She looks over at me with curiosity. "Where did you grow up?" she asks.

"It was a bit of a rough neighborhood. To get out of it I had two choices. I could join the military or become a dealer like so many of the lost souls from those parts usually do. They take the easy way which in the end ruins their lives and their families. I chose the military. I wanted to try and look after my family and do the best I could for them.

In the military, I met my wife. We were training together and did a few missions together. She was not like anyone I had ever met before. We got along so well and she challenged me and kept up with me which was fun. When she got pregnant, we were both really excited. Unfortunately shortly after our little girl was born, we lost her. Since then, I have been pretty reluctant to be involved with anyone - for the sake of Bella and I guess for the protection of my own heart. Love is a difficult thing when you lose it. I guess it is a complicated thing when you have it too. But being single all these years did give me time to focus on building my company and something good for Bella's future."

I chat away, wondering in the back of my mind why I am being so open with her. I hardly talk this freely with anyone, even some of my closest friends. I keep high walls in place to protect myself and Bella. I watch her expression, the way her eyes fill with compassion and care while I speak. She listens and pays attention to my story. She asks questions and encourages me to share and I do. She is patient and interested in what I have to say. I see no judgment in her face.

I have this incredible feeling that I can just be myself around her. I have not felt that in a long time. Since my wife actually, I have not felt anything for anyone since my wife passed away.

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