“Please. Touch me.” I arch my back, pushing my ass against him, and the hard shaft of his cock presses against me.
“How the hell could I say no to you?”
The pad of one of his fingers makes contact with my panties, sliding up and down my slit, until a moan breaks free from my throat as my head drops back against his shoulder.
“Oh God.” My hips buck against him, my body trapped between his hand and his cock, and the need that’s been climbing all day flares into an inferno. One more brush over my clit and I’m poised to come, just like that.
How is this even possible?
“Fuck, ladybug. You are a goddamned miracle.” The rough timbre of his voice in my ear, combined with the sizzle of his breath over my skin and the added pressure on my clit, snaps my control.
My entire body shakes as the orgasm washes over me. Gabriel wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his body, holding me tight as I ride it out. As soon as I stop shaking, he spins me in his arms and crushes his lips against mine.
The kiss is feral, totally out of control, and completely not fit for an audience.
I couldn’t care less.
I didn’t even notice Q standing behind Gabriel until he clears his throat and Gabriel’s mouth releases mine.
“Take this off the floor before you get attention you don’t want.”
Gabriel growls something at him, and then we’re on the move again—but this time, through a door I didn’t even know was there. Moments later, I’m almost running to keep up as he rushes down a corridor made up of two-way mirrors on one side through which you can see the entire VIP section. I remember the day I met with Zoe and thought I felt someone watching us.
He was here. Behind this glass.I don’t need an admission to know it’s the truth. I felt it. That’s how attuned to him I am. And the fact that I don’t ask him where we’re going shows exactly how much I trust him.
Two minutes later, he pulls me into that wood-paneled office from the very first day and shuts the door behind him.
We’ve come full circle.This is where it all started.
Except the man in front of me no longer elicits fear. No, I feel something completely different now.
Because he’s mine. And tonight, I’m claiming him.
Gabriel stalks toward me, and I back up until my ass connects with the desk. With one hand planted on either side, I lean back.
My words are bold, and I own them. “This is happening. You and me. Right now.”
Fifty-Four
Legend
“Fuck yes, it’s happening right now. Jesus fucking Christ, Scarlett. You walk into my club looking like you just stepped off a cloud from the heavens, and any chance I had of keeping my head is fucking gone. You’re a goddamned angel, and I don’t even deserve to touch you, but I don’t care. This is happening. You and me.”
As soon as I say the words, one of her heels slides to the side, and it’s all I need. I’ve never moved so fast in my entire life, not even in the ring, when I was fighting to save my own ass.
“I’m glad you like the dress,” she whispers as my lips touch hers.
I reply against her mouth. “It’s not the dress. It’s you. Everything about you. Fuck, the way you came out there? There aren’t words.” A nervous laugh leaves her lips, and I nip at the bottom one. “You’re laughing?”
“I’ve never done that before. Not so fast. Not like that. Especially not with someone else touching me.”
My hand curves around her hip and lifts her off the desk so I can cup her ass.
“Oh yeah? I fucking love that.” My palm slides down until it’s skin on skin, and then I reverse directions, pushing up the hem of the dress as I go. “You’re so fucking soft.”
Her hips lift and push against me, and it’s all the invitation I need to go for it. I slide my fingers beneath the flimsy little strap of her thong and follow it between her legs until all I feel is hot, wet heaven in the form of the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure to touch.
“Oh God.” She bucks against me, rocking back and forth across my fingers, and my dick threatens to bust through the zipper of my slacks. “More, please. Harder. Oh God. I’m so close.”