Defying Dorian: Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (46 page)

Gabe rocked my body back and forth, pounding my curves against the wall as his moment approached. As he did, it was as if I floated above, anchored in place only by the hardness of his thick cock between my thighs. Releasing my grip from his back, I reached into his hair, curling my fingers under, deep into the thick waves. Sprinkles of perspiration formed across his brow as he held me aloft, driving his hard cock inside me with purpose.

And then, quite suddenly, Gabe cried out. Without warning, he began to thrust harder and faster than ever. My body shook, rocking against the wall as his pace quickened. It wasn’t long after that he squeezed my ass cheeks with a mighty grasp, spreading them apart and sending the entire length of his cock inside me. A deep, sustained moan sputtered from his lips as his entire body, including his dick, flexed at once.

Inhaling, I froze, and cradling him in my bosom, I felt Gabe’s warmth stream upward inside of me. Powerful spurts jetted forth, reaching deep inside and delivering me a kind of satisfaction I’d never experienced as a woman. With each twitch of his cock, I fell deeper into a primitive trance as Gabe claimed me in a way no man ever had. And yet, through it all, he held me aloft until as the peak of his orgasm left him, he lowered me with tender care.

We kissed for several minutes and cradled one another in the warmth of our shared afterglow. It seemed so hard to believe, the way it had happened. It certainly was the last thing on my mind when I came to his office. We made a bit of small talk and got dressed as the minutes ticked by until I couldn’t help myself and had to ask.

“Gabe,” I began. “Why did you ask me to come here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you told me to come to your office. That it was important.”

He smirked and walked over towards me. Grabbing me by the upper arms, Gabe leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

“Fucking you isn’t important?”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, yes. Of course. But that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh right,” he said, snapping his fingers. “I forgot to mention. I’ve had some cameras installed in the lab.”

I swallowed hard as I waited for the rest of the bad news.

“We’ll begin testing them in a few days. They’ll be operational sometime next week.”

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“Oh,” I said, as I stifled a hard swallow. “They aren’t... operational right now?”

“Hmm?” he said as he buttoned his dress shirt. “No. Why?”

I shrugged. “Oh no reason.”

Oh my God, oh my God, ohmyfuckinggod….

He nodded. “Oh yeah, there’s one more thing.”

Still unable to speak, I tented my eyebrows in his direction.

“I’ll be making the announcement about the contest on Monday,” he began. “But I wanted to tell you first. You’ve won, Fiona. Get ready. Your life is about to change, forever.”

G
abe took the clear
, icy beverage from her. With a wink, he raised it to his lips. “Thank you my love.”

“Of course,” she said, with a smile. Afterward, she turned and started to walk away and of course, didn’t bother to ask me if I wanted anything.

Gabe finished a sip of his drink and as he placed it back down on the table, he asked, “What are you drinking? Did you get anything?”

I couldn’t believe this. “Does it look like I got anything?”

“You’re my guest, Fiona,” he said, with a casual shrug. Gabe lifted the menu to his face once again. “You should have gotten whatever you wanted.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know that? I’ve never been anywhere like this before.”

“What do you mean? A restaurant?”

“No, it’s just… oh never mind,” I said. From the moment I set foot in the place, everything seemed to be going wrong. All of a sudden, it was the last place I wanted to be. “I really just think I should go, Gabe.”

With one eye on his menu, Gabe took a pull of his cocktail. “You’re not going anywhere, Fiona. Look, don’t make me regret doing this.”

I swallowed hard and glared at him. He just didn’t get it. Didn’t he see how uncomfortable I was? Just the way she’d touched him. I
hated
it. I’d never been jealous in my life and logically, I had no right to be. It’s not as if we were a couple. But her behavior was just so…
brazen
. It made me sick to my stomach. Oblivious to my growing rage, Gabe sat there casually sipping his drink and perusing the menu. When it became apparent he had no intention of acknowledging any of what happened, I felt compelled to, because if I didn’t, I’d probably scream.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” I huffed.

Gabe lowered his menu just enough to make eye contact with me. He wrinkled his brow. “Who?”

“The hostess,” I snapped. “Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Oh… Mandy?” he said with a casual nod. Lifting the menu up once more, he continued. “Yeah, of course. She’s a doll. What guy wouldn’t?”

As he finished speaking, I looked away suddenly mortified I’d even asked the question. What the hell was happening to me? In my peripheral vision, I noticed Gabe straighten himself up and place the menu on the table. He remained silent for several moments as he took a sip of his drink. I had no doubt what was coming next.

“You um… jealous, Fiona?”

I shook my head but didn’t turn to look at him. “What? No. Of course not.”

“Mmm, hmm,” he muttered. Gabe placed his drink down on the table. The tablecloth muted the sound, but only a little. “Look at me.”

Regret filled my stomach as I moved my eyes back towards him.

“You have nothing to be jealous of, Fiona. I invited you here to be with me. Not her, not anyone else. Just you. Don’t disappoint me and don’t make me regret it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well,” he said, with a disdainful exhale as he leaned back into the booth. “You should be.”

Overcome by an almost horrific level of shame, I clutched my napkin in my lap. I wanted to slide underneath the booth and crawl out of there. I couldn’t believe how I was acting. Gabe had no intention of letting me off easy.

He dragged his fingers up and down the side of the glass, smearing the condensation as he did.