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  He groans as if in pain and charges toward my bedroom. “Say stuff like that, and I won’t be able to make this last as long as you deserve.”

  I thread my fingers into his hair and tug so that he’ll meet my gaze again. “I deserve you, Gabriel. That’s all. So stop worrying about slow or fast and all that, and just give me you.”

  He closes his eyes for a beat before opening them to reveal that piercing blue gaze, and this time, it cuts straight to the core of me. “You have me. No one else.”

  I attack his mouth. There’s really no other description that fits. As I taste him and nip at his lips, I unleash the full power of Gabriel Legend.

  He lowers me onto my bed and reaches for the tie of my robe. When he sees the lingerie beneath it, he sucks in a sharp breath.

  “Jesus fucking Christ. You were eating dinner across from me wearing that? Fuck me.”

  I bite down on my lip. “You like it?”

  His gaze darts to my face for a second before returning to my nipples. “God, yes. Anytime you want to wear something like this, just put it on, and I’ll be right over to show you my appreciation. Sweet fucking hell. You’re a goddamned vision.”

  His hands coast over my skin, lighting me up like he carries electricity in the very palms of his hands. My nipples strain against the lacy flowers, and Gabriel circles one, then the other, with his fingertip.

  “I don’t know what’s sweeter, the way you look or the way you taste. Gotta find out.”

  His mouth goes to my right nipple, his tongue tracing the same path his finger just did. I arch my back, lifting it higher, forcing more pressure. But he doesn’t hurry. If anything, he slows down and tortures me through the lace until there’s no doubt that I’ve soaked my panties.

  “Please,” I whisper as I rock my hips against his hard thigh. The denim of his jeans provides friction that lights up my clit too.

  When Gabriel lifts his head, there’s a gleam in his eyes I’ve never seen before. “You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you, Scarlett? You want more so you’re trying to take it, rubbing on my leg, like I don’t know what you’re doing.” His words carry a drawl that he normally hides, and it’s hot as fuck.

  “You gonna stop me? Because I know what I want, and I always go after it . . . hard.” I don’t know where that taunt came from, but Gabriel’s nostrils flare.

  His teeth scrape over his lip, and suddenly I would do anything to have him give my nipple the same treatment.

  “You’re a naughty fucking girl, and goddamn, do I love it. But you’ll get it when I give it to you. Don’t worry, I won’t make you beg . . . too much.”

  The heat of a wild blush streaks up from my chest, but I feel zero embarrassment. Maybe I checked my inhibitions at the door? Either way, I decide to embrace Bad Scarlett for all she’s worth.

  I grind against his thigh, making sure to rock hard against my clit, and let out a moan. “Then you’d better hurry, because I’m about to leave a mark on your jeans.”

  A devastating grin changes his expression to one I’d have to name Deliciously Dangerous. “Then I better lick that pretty pussy clean.”

  “Oh yes. Yes, you should,” I whisper as he moves down the bed, reaching for the elastic bands hugging my hips.

  But instead of yanking them down my legs, he drops his face to the center and nuzzles my clit before nipping at it with his teeth through the lace.

  “Oh my God.” I moan as I arch toward his face, but he brackets a hand around my hip and holds me down while he pushes the material of my panties aside and takes a swipe between my lips.

  The growl of pleasure from his throat unleashes shivers that race up my skin. I plow my hand into his hair and pull his face closer, and he feasts.

  Oh my God. Did I really just jam his face into my pussy?

  I don’t have a chance to answer myself because I’m already crying out in ecstasy. And Gabriel? He’s all for it.

  His tongue, teeth, and lips work magic, and I can’t keep quiet. The noises being ripped from my throat grow louder and louder until I scream as an orgasm breaks over me.

  My head flops back on my pillow as my body goes limp. He lifts his head and licks his lips, and I’m pretty sure I spontaneously come again just from the intensity of the moment.

  And now, I desperately want to return the favor.

  I start to wiggle out from beneath him, but he grasps me around the waist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Wherever I have to go to get your dick in my mouth.”

  That drop-dead sexy smile from before returns, and he nods. “Fuck. Yes. But you stay right there. I don’t want you bending too much and hurting yourself.”

  “I’m fine. I promise. Nothing hurts. And trust me, if it were going to hurt, it would already.”

  He surveys me for a long moment, and I reach out to cup the massive bulge testing the strength of his zipper.

  “I swear I’m fine, Gabriel. Now put your dick in my mouth so I can make your eyes roll back in your head.”

  His expression turns contemplative, but I think I see pride shining in his eyes. “I should’ve known a CEO would be bossy in bed.”

  My shoulders shake as I giggle. “I like to be on top too.”

  “Fuck yeah. And you will be at least once tonight, but not yet.”

  I’m already undoing the button of his jeans and tugging at the zipper. “But, first . . .”

  I trail off as his thick shaft springs forth out of his jeans. As soon as I wrap my palm around it and squeeze, he releases another deep groan before moving up my body, with his knees on either side of me until that beautiful penis is only inches from my mouth.

  “Let me fuck your face.”

  A gush of moisture between my legs accompanies my nodding head. Go, Bad Scarlett. You’re a sex kitten. “Yes. Now. Give it to me.”

  And he does. Inch by inch, he feeds that cock between my lips until it hits the back of my throat, and then pulls it free.

  “Goddamn. I can’t. I’ll blow my load down your throat.”

  My inner muscles clench in protest. I desperately want him inside me, pounding away and taking me exactly where I need to go to come apart again.

  “Just a little more, then I’m mounting up. Fuck, ladybug . . . I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will do it over and over again.”

  I smile as he tunnels into my mouth, and suck hard with my lips until he pulls back. I can’t shake the urge to almost laugh because I’m so happy. It’s a first for me—being so joyful while I’m giving a blow job that I just can’t contain it.

  Is this what sex is supposed to be like? I sure as hell hope so, because this is fun, and I get to come.

  A few strokes later, Gabriel pulls out and flops onto his back next to me. “You gotta give me a minute. I’m hanging on by a thread, and I want this to last.”

  I reach down to grip his cock in my palm and stroke it. “You can last next time.”

  When I release it, I shimmy off my panties and climb on top, like I was born to ride this man. I shake my hair out over my shoulders as I center myself over his dick and rub my clit up and down it.

  His groans of pleasure tell me everything I need to know. When his hands wrap around my hips, it’s time to quit teasing and give us both exactly what we want.

  “You sure you want to do this?”

  I stare down at him like he’s crazy. “Of course.”

  “We can try missionary. Might be easier on you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Nothing’s worth that, no matter how fucking good it feels.”

  My heart melts into a puddle right then and there. “Let me try, and I’ll tell you. Okay?”

  He nods, and I use my fingertips to lift the head of his cock to my entrance. We both freeze at the delicious contact.

  Even though his hands are on my hips, and he could bury himself balls deep inside me in an instant, he lets me control the pace and depth. I sink onto his cock inch by inch, torturing us both with the pleasure.

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bsp; His dark blond hair is splayed out on my pillow as his hooded eyes watch my every move.

  “Your pace, ladybug. Your pace.” He sounds hoarse with need, and it ignites the short fuse I’ve been ready to detonate all day.

  I lift up and drop down fast, taking it all.

  Forty-Nine

  Legend

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  She’s a goddamned temptress sent from heaven to prove to mortal men that they don’t know shit about shit. She levels me with her innocent movements that give me more pleasure than the most experienced woman alive could.

  Scarlett Priest’s pussy should be labeled a deadly weapon, because it just might fucking kill me. Her muscles clamp down on me as she rides, and with each stroke, I’m even closer to blowing my load.

  Fuck. No condom.

  I open my mouth to tell her, but she throws her head back and screams my name as her pussy flutters against my cock. She stills, and I can’t hold back. I grip her hips carefully and lift my hips to thrust into her from below.

  Her screams grow louder as her hair whips back and forth with her head. “I can’t stop . . . coming!”

  My roar fills the room as my orgasm rips from my balls and shoots me straight to the fucking moon. I ride it out as she rocks back and forth, stealing every last bit of my cum and my self-control.

  When she falls forward onto my chest, I wrap my arms around her and hold her there, listening to her hammering heart.

  Holy fucking shit.

  It’s the only rational thought in my brain, because I don’t know what the fuck just happened.

  We’re explosive together. I thought I was making it up last time. That there was no way sex could be that insanely fucking good.

  But I was wrong.

  Together, we’re un-fucking-believable.

  Long minutes pass as the sweat cools on my skin, and our heartbeats slow to normal levels. I inhale the scent of Scarlett, mixed with hot sex, and it becomes my new favorite smell.

  She shifts her hips, and I help her as she rolls off me and onto the bed beside me, flat on her back.

  Her chest rises and falls, and I realize I never took off her bra. Total oversight. I didn’t have the time or the brain cells still functioning well enough to do that. Next time.

  I need a whole fuck ton of next times with her. Nothing else will ever compare to this—because I’m in love with Scarlett Priest.

  Holy fucking shit.

  Fifty

  Scarlett

  Every muscle in my body is languid, and I’m not sure if I ever need to move again. Oh my God. This is what great sex feels like.

  My chest shakes with a giggle, and the man beside me, with his dark blond hair spilling across my silk pillowcase, angles his head toward me.

  “I hope that’s a good laugh.”

  I don’t know what my face looks like right this second, but I’ll bet I’m beaming. “It’s a really good laugh. And in no way is meant to make you question how freaking amazing that was.” A renewed energy rises within me, and I roll onto my side to face him. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

  The smile that curls his lips is pure joy—and masculine pride. “We are pretty fucking amazing together. You’re a miracle, ladybug. Watching you let go and soak up every fucking drop of pleasure is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Instead of feeling embarrassed, talking about a subject that has been so difficult for me for years, I feel free.

  This is how it’s supposed to be. Who knew you could talk about sex and how amazing it is while you’re lying there, basking in the afterglow?

  At least until I realize Gabriel is leaking out of me . . . because we didn’t use a condom. His face changes as mine does.

  “I know. No condom. I promise I’m clean. I don’t ever take chances. This . . . this is a first for me.”

  I nod, my temporary freak-out subsiding as quickly as it rose. “I am too. I got tested with my annual, and I was never with Chadwick after that again. We should be fine.” I move to roll off the bed, but Gabriel reaches out and threads his fingers through mine.

  His blue eyes are full of warmth and sincerity. “We will be fine. No matter what.”

  My thoughts from earlier about that blond-haired, blue-eyed boy come back. “Do you want kids? I mean, not right now, obviously, but . . . someday?”

  I expect his expression to shutter, but he doesn’t close down. In fact, for the first time since I met this intensely private man, I feel like I can see every emotion travel across his expression. Hesitation. Hope. Yearning.

  “I never let myself think about stuff like that, or at least, I didn’t.” His lids lower, and I lose his eyes, but he keeps going. “Jorie and I were planning on having a couple, after she made it and got a record deal. She would talk about them like they were real. When I lost her, I lost all of that, and never thought I’d get it back.”

  He lifts his chin, and that blue gaze burns with feeling. “I probably shouldn’t want kids. I don’t come from good stock. I shouldn’t want to pass along my genes to another generation, but I know I’d be a damn good dad. My kids would want for nothing. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect them. They’d never wonder if they were loved.”

  Tears burn in my eyes, obscuring my vision as I blink them back. The waves of emotion rolling off Gabriel are some of the most beautiful I’ve ever witnessed.

  “I agree. You’d make a great dad.”

  He grins at me. “And you’d make a hell of a mom. The best kind.”

  I suck in a breath to steady myself so I don’t lose my control as those tears are desperate to fall. “I hope you’re right, because it’s really important to me. My mom was amazing. The best. I couldn’t have asked for more. I always wanted to be part of a big family, but there were no little brothers or sisters for me when I was young. And, well, you know about my dad . . .”

  “You’ll get what you want, Scarlett. You deserve everything.”

  It’s on the tip of my tongue to say, “I want it with you, so please tell me we’re on the same page here.”

  But, instead, I go with, “I should clean up. Want to shower with me?”

  He jackknifes up in bed. “I’d be a fucking idiot to turn down the chance to have you wet, naked, and slippery.”

  “Oh fuck.”

  The shower started innocently enough, but somehow my palm found its way to Gabriel’s dick, and those blue eyes of his heated with lust.

  I couldn’t keep my words to myself. “I loved watching you jack off in the shower. It was so fucking hot.”

  That led to him turning the handheld sprayer on a low, pulsing setting, and using it to drive me wild. Which brings us to now, and my hands pressed against the tile as he powers into me from behind.

  “Jesus fucking Christ. You’re going to strangle my cock. Fucking beautiful.”

  He fucks into me until I come one more time and my knees go weak.

  “I got you. Lean back on me. I won’t let you fall.”

  The words are so simple, but to me, they mean everything. I’ve never had someone who I could trust to always be there for me and hold me together when I’m falling apart.

  I loop an arm backward to cup the back of his neck as he finishes us both off. “Oh my God! Gabriel!”

  His harsh indrawn breath fills the shower before he roars and spills inside me. He pulls out, letting the spray wash me clean.

  We both stumble back a few steps until he braces on the wall of the shower, holding us both up with his muscled forearms. “Goddamn. I feel like I’m eighteen again and can’t get enough of you. You tell me to hold off if it gets to be too much, okay?”

  With the water from the other showerhead beating down on us, I belly laugh until my chuckles fill the shower. “I’ve got years to make up for, but yeah, I’ll make sure to tell you.”

  He presses a kiss to my cheek. “You make me really fucking happy, Scarlett. Thank you for that.”

  I turn in a slippery circle to pre
ss my breasts to his naked chest. “You do the exact same thing for me.” I soak up his heat for a beat, and my stomach growls again.

  “Time for dessert,” Gabriel says.

  I smile mischievously at him. “You mean fuel up for another round? Sounds like a great plan.”

  Fifty-One

  Legend

  When we walk into the restaurant on Tuesday night, Bump is bouncing like his normal insanely excited self.

  “She’s meeting us here? Right? And she’s going to play games with us? Do you think she’ll let me keep her tickets so I can get a bigger prize? You always let me keep your tickets, Gabe.”

  We’re meeting Scarlett at what might be Bump’s favorite place in the city—a restaurant that’s more about the arcade games than the food.

  “She’ll be here. You’ll have to ask her about the tickets. I don’t know; maybe she’ll want a prize for herself.”

  Bump claps his hands. “Maybe I could give her my tickets and then she could get a really big one. You think she’d like that?”

  “I bet she’d be thrilled, bud. Look, there she is. Right on time.”

  Scarlett walks through the doors with her straight blond hair shining under the lights. She’s wearing jeans, which is a first that I’ve seen, and a silky navy-blue-and-white plaid shirt tucked in at the front. She looks fucking edible.

  “She’s here!” Bump rushes over to see her, and it makes me just as fucking happy to see the smile stretch her cheeks as she hugs him. The dude kidnapped her, and here she is excited to have dinner with him.

  Like I said before, Scarlett’s a miracle. I can’t imagine any other woman who wouldn’t at least try to keep him at a distance.

  Bump brings her over to me, and I lean in to steal a kiss from her lush pink lips. Makeup be damned.

  “You look beautiful. Thanks for meeting us.”

  “Thank you for inviting me. I’ve never been here, but I’m ready to play.” She looks to Bump. “Which is your favorite game? Which ones do I have to try?”