In its place, just a desire to be…desired…took its place.
Twisting our heads from side-to-side, Gabe and I continued to kiss for several seconds. His firm embrace eased as his strong fingers trailed along my curves. I reached up, squeezing the hard roundness of his biceps as he explored me. As the seconds drifted on, Gabe’s hands made their away around my backside and up towards my head where he snaked them amongst my silken strands, clutching small handfuls as he went. When at last we broke for an instant, I leaned away from him.
“I don’t understand why…” I muttered, as I looked at him through a lustful gaze. “You can’t want me.”
Gabe licked his lips in frustration.
“Oh Fiona, for fuck’s sake,” he said in disgust. “It's obvious I’m going to have to use words to communicate this to you because you literally think everything to death.”
“No I don’t. I…”
“Fiona, shut the fuck up. Right now. And listen. Don’t speak. If you say another word, you won’t enjoy what happens next. You got me?”
Gabe’s words offended me but his tone… commanded me. My jaw slackened as he spoke. I nodded.
Wordless, Gabe reached towards me, sliding his fingers in the space between my ears and my shoulders and hooking my neck with a gentle tug. I felt my pulse thump against the tips of his digits. My breathing stopped as he leaned in and started to speak.
“Fiona…” he began, in a voice not much above the sound of a whisper. “I don’t give two shits about what you think about what I want. Understand? My mouth literally waters when I see you. There’s not a pure thought in my mind when I watch you walk by me. Not a single one.”
Gabe paused for a moment and moved in closer. Hairs prickled along the back of my neck as he hovered. Goosebumps erupted along my arms.
“Do you know what I want in this moment, more than anything?”
I licked my parched lips, searching for any hint of moisture. I felt small before him, vulnerable, but still, safe. I drew my gaze towards Gabe, locking my eyes on his deep blue pools.
“No,” I whispered.
Gabe chuckled at my discomfort. As he finished, he pointed toward the leather couch where my lab coat hung. He licked his lips like a wolf. With a predatory intent, he made his carnal intentions clear as he drew his mouth near my ear once more. Shivers raced along my spine, causing me to tilt my head in his direction as he advanced towards me. The soft skin of his lips brushed against the curvature of my ear as he divulged his secret.
“I want to pin you down and fuck you until you lose consciousness.”
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Synopsis:
Recently dumped by my ex, I found myself broke and jobless after five years of chasing stardom in Hollywood. Desperate, I took the advice of my best friend and roommate, Katy, and started my own business in a last ditch effort to prevent a full on meltdown into bankruptcy.
Little did I expect my first client to be a man like Grey Sinclair. Young, rich and cruelly handsome, he had a reputation for making women squirm in his presence. When I first saw his image in a photo, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel an irritating stir in places I shouldn't have.
Even so, if I failed at making a good impression on him, it could not only mean the end of my business but all my dreams as well. With that much on the line, I would have no problem keeping my urges in check.
Right?
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I watched as the slender fingers of her hand grabbed the inside of the limo door a split second before her leg appeared through a slit in her dress. I could see the muscles in it flex as she made her way inside. Her legs were long, lean, slightly tanned and obviously fit. I don’t suppose I could have hoped for more, especially on such short notice.
As she took a seat across from me, I allowed my eyes to travel wherever they saw fit. Aside from her tempting legs, she had ample tits, a great ass and a helluva smile. She was a damn beauty, that’s for sure. The picture hardly did her justice. This was going to be a good first night. An unexpected and enjoyable end to an otherwise pain-in-the-ass day.
“Mr. Sinclair,” she began, as she raised her hand and draped it across her chest. “I’m really sorry about what happened out there a moment ago. Please believe me when I say I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”
Just as she finished speaking, the car lurched forward. The tires squeaked on the slick surface of the tarmac and in that same instant, her purse fell from her lap, spilling its contents onto the floor in the process.
“Oh my God!” she gasped.
For a split second, I almost reached down to help her, but when I got a look at her cleavage, I thought better of it. While I got an eyeful, she corralled a stack of paper and an assortment of other random knickknacks and jammed them back into her bag.
Returning to her seat, she flung a handful of her blond hair out of her eyes. It came to rest in an even split along her shoulder, with half of it covering her breast and the other half concealed from my view as it draped down her back. A hint of crimson flushed to her cheeks as I studied her attempt to compose herself. She flashed a closed-lipped grin at me once the fidgeting ceased.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she began. “I’m so sorry about that, Mr. Sinclair, about what happened when you got off the plane, I’m just… sorry. Can we start over?”