Dirty Little Lies (9 page)

I manage to get out of there
unscathed. I tell the team I have a headache after delivering the entire
presentation on the fly. They understand, and Daniel is only too grateful to
let me have whatever my heart desires.

The only thing I desire right now is Gabe.

I cab it back to the hotel and then practically skip down
the hall to my room. When I open the door, I gasp. White roses and candles
cover every surface.

From the bathroom, my Knight-in-Shining-Marriot-Nametag
emerges.

“What did you do?” I ask, trying to tone down my grin. I
wouldn’t want to look too desperate.

“Nothing much,” Gabe says, reaching for my bags. “Just
broke about a dozen hotel policies is all. But first things first.”

He pulls me in for a long and thorough kiss.

“Congratulations on the new account, Stevie.”

“Thanks,” I say, trying to calm my body from his kiss. “I
still can’t believe it.”

“I can,” he says, simply. “Now, let’s get this celebration
underway. I thought you might like to start with a bath.”

I give him an appraising look. Is he joining in?

“Don’t worry, I didn’t bring my rubber ducky. This is a
solo activity. The only one of the night, so get ready.”

Oh, I am. I so am.

“Take your time. I’ll have dinner ready when you get out.
Is it okay if we eat in?”

“Yes,” I tell him, disappointed he’s not joining me.
“Actually, that’s better. I told my co-workers I had a headache to get out of
tonight’s celebration festivities.”

“You didn’t have to do that, you know. I would’ve been
disappointed, but I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t,” I tell him in all honesty. Not
seeing that face (and who are we kidding, that bod) for over twenty-four hours
almost did me in.

His face softens, and he gives me a long, slow kiss,
followed by a quick slap to the ass. I yelp.

 “Now, get moving into the tub so we can begin our night.”

Reluctantly, I do as he says. The bathroom is just as
beautiful in candlelight with scents of fragrant rose and jasmine in the air.
The water is warm and full of bubbles and does wonders for the tension in my
neck and shoulders.

I sink in, and it’s lovely. It really is, but all I can
think about is how long I have to stay in here before I can get back out to
Gabe. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi … fuck it, I’m clean.

Gabe’s laugh echoes in the room when I appear from the
bathroom in my robe. “That was quick,” he says with a wicked grin.

“I was anxious to get back to you,” I say in all sincerity.
It’s been a wild few days, and I can no longer put up an act with him. I’m not
suave enough anyway, so I may as well be myself and be honest.

Gabe’s eyes darken at my confession. Gone is his grin and
light-hearted nature. He takes his phone and swiftly punches the keys, before
turning his undivided attention back to me.

“Dinner can wait,” he says in his sexy-ass voice, coming
closer to me. His stride is more of a prowl than a walk. “Getting my hands on
you cannot,” he finishes his thought.

How he can turn me on with a walk, a look, a word—it’s a
blessed miracle. If I ever knew it could be like this, I never would’ve
settled.

Gabe’s wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt that displays
his lean muscle in all its glory. His jeans hug him in all the right places,
and I’m not going to lie, I’m dying to see how he looks underneath them. His
eyes shimmer in the candlelight; they are hooded and full of lust. I wet my
lips, fasten my hands to his shirt, and pull him closer.

“You are changing already, you brave, brave girl,” he says
in that raspy voice of his. “I love this side of you.”

I lift up on my toes to get closer to his height before
crashing my lips to his. Our moans are completely in sync, as he opens for me,
and I take full advantage—exploring his hot mouth with my tongue. He responds
in kind, his arms wrapping around my waist, his tongue stroking mine.

“I’ve missed you,” I tell him. “I don’t know how that can
be possible when I’ve only known you a few days, but it’s true.”

When I meet his eyes, he gives me the softest look. It
makes me want him all the more. I deepen this kiss and I feel him shudder. Oh,
I like that. Soon we’re pawing each other, and we lose all finesse as our
movements grow frantic.

Gabe wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand and pulls
my head back, exposing my neck, where he takes over. He nips and bites his way
down my throat, while his other hand unties my robe. The cool air hits the
sliver of bare skin peeking out from my robe, while Gabe’s hand glides down my
body until he reaches the place I need him most. He’s rough, demanding, and not
at all apologetic as he does what he pleases.

“You are killing me, Stevie,” he grunts.

My robes falls to the floor, and his eyes burn into me,
taking in every inch of my naked body. My nipples harden, fire ignites in my
core, and moisture pools between my legs. And when I see his growing arousal
straining against his jeans, I am entranced.

I drop to my knees right there and, with quick fingers,
remove all obstacles in my path to the prize. He’s prevented me from touching
him, pleasuring him, and I simply won’t have it a moment longer. I want him—in
my mouth, between my breasts, inside of me. I want to roll up in a Gabe taco
and never come out.

As I pull back the waistband of his boxers, he springs
free, and I finally make the acquaintance of his beautiful cock. But there is
no time for pleasantries or introductions. I’m desperate for him, desperate to
please.

Never quite trusting my expertise in this area before, I
have no reservations now. This is not about performing; this is about my hunger
for this man. I take in his length and thickness, never really appreciating the
beauty of the male form until this very second.

I dip my head low and begin my assault. I start kissing him
at the base and slowly run my tongue upward—tasting him all the way up to the
tip. Gabe twitches at my touch, and I savor the bead of moisture there,
spreading it around his head with my tongue until he moans. I warm with pride.
Yes, I’m good at this.

“Jesus,” he says, fisting his hands in my hair.

I’m high on the power I have over him. I want more.

No, I need more. Increasing the pressure and my pace, I
caress his shaft with my mouth. My head bobs up and down, and his hips begin to
meet me, thrusting into my mouth. His sounds of pleasure tell me to accelerate
my tempo even further.

I know he’s close, as I can feel the pressure mounting in his
long length. 

But Gabe pulls me to my feet before his release.

“Stop,” he growls. “I want to be inside when I come with
you for the first time.”

“The
first
time?” I ask with ragged breath.

“Yes.” His wicked grin is back. “You’re in for a long
night, Sinclair.”

He kicks off his pants, picks me up, and carries me to the
bed. We roll in a tangle of arms and legs, the air filled with the heady scent
of our desire. Then, like a flick of a switch, Gabe takes over. It was as if he
was indulging me before, but now he’s ready to get serious. He rolls me to my
back, possessively running his palms down my body.

“Pull your knees up to your chest,” he orders.

I comply, giddy with anticipation.

“Christ.” He exhales as his eyes peruse my body. “I’m not
going to be able to go as slow as I planned. You are just too fucking tempting,
Stevie.”

Without a hesitation, his head dives between my
legs—tasting and teasing me before his tongue moves inside. That familiar pull
low in my core begins its rapid climb. But before I’m ready to fall, Gabe pulls
away from me.

Nooooo!

He kisses my mouth hungrily, and I taste myself on his
tongue; it’s incredibly naughty and erotic, and I can’t get enough. Then, with
perfect timing, he plunges into me. And it’s like nothing I’ve ever
experienced. I would swear I was a virgin because nothing has come close to
feeling like this.

Why?

It’s all I can ask in the moment. Why is this so intense,
so much better than anything I’ve ever had before? Why does Gabe want me when
he could have any woman he wanted? And why did I have to wait so long for him?

I relish in the deliciously full sensation of having him
inside and I wait—not so patiently—as my body acclimates to his thickness. I enjoy
the slow pull, the resistance, and the pain as it works its way into becoming
something else.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” he growls. “So fucking
hot.”

His filthy words are almost my undoing. I hold onto his
muscular arms as he rocks into me with such force it takes my breath away. On
their own accord, my legs wrap around his waist, holding him to me. I pant,
feeling the pleasurable friction between us.

Teetering on the edge of all reason, I bite Gabe’s shoulder
and he growls, pushing into me deeper, faster. In this moment, he could get me
to do anything for him—happily.

“Come for me,” Gabe says through gritted teeth. “Now.”

And the very next second, I’m soaring.   

I wake up delightfully sore
and thoroughly fucked. I’m finally starting to see what the fuss is all about.
Maybe this was what Max was doing in his spare time. Maybe I would’ve done the
same thing.

Gabe and I spend most of the morning in bed, like any
normal couple would—enjoying room service and reading the newspaper. I have to
remind myself it’s not real, but just a ten-day adventure. So to give my mind a
break from these thoughts of Gabe, I fill him in about the yesterday’s
presentation because there wasn’t a lot of talking last night.

“You are nothing short of amazing,” Gabe says.

“I don’t know about that.” I laugh. “Ballsy, maybe.
Certainly not amazing.” 

“I’d say ballsy is accurate.”

“Really?”

“Well considering the way you molested me last night, I’m
not sure I’d put anything past you at this point,” he says.  

“That’s right. I take what I want, when I want it.” I like
playing this game.

“And did you get what you wanted?”

“More,” I say happily.

“Me too.” Gabe’s eyes grow dark at the memory and then he
attacks.

***

“I hope you don’t have plans today,” Gabe says after
ravaging me in the morning light.

Twice.

“I don’t,” I say. “Why do you ask?” 

“Because you are Venus-in-Training, and therefore, you
shall be pampered. I’ve made an appointment for you at the spa to prepare for
your first night.”

“First night?” I ask. “So, how does this work—how many
nights will I be in training? Or can I just get it all over with in one shot?”

“God no, it’s a lot to take in. I’m not sure even the
members with the biggest appetites could do it all in one night. No, I was
thinking we’d take it slow. Let me have you for the week, Stevie. We’ll go to
The Club for four of the nights, but then I want the other three to myself,
without the wolves at your feet.”

A week! I do a little happy dance.

“Okay,” I agree. “Sounds like a plan.”

He nods his head, trying to play off the smile I see spreading
across his face. It’s some time before we make it out of bed. But when we
finally do, I shower and get dressed and let Gabe send me off for a spa day.

I arrive at a sparkly glass building just a few miles away
from the hotel—looks like new construction. On the seventeenth floor is a sleek
and ultra-modern spa—minimalist in design with a funky waterfall running down
the wall and orchids everywhere. An impeccable woman, dressed in white with her
long blonde hair slicked in a severe-looking ponytail, greets me at the door.

“Ms. Sinclair,” she says. “We were expecting you.”

“I’m Jada and I’ll be taking care of you today.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say as she hands me glass of cucumber
water. It’s cool and refreshing as it flows down my throat.

“So your boyfriend told me you need a good pampering,
today.”

I grin, refusing to correct her assumption. Actually, it
sounds nice.
Boyfriend.
Too nice.

“Any special occasion we’re celebrating?” she asks.

The most consecutive orgasms in a week?

“Not really, someone is just intent on spoiling me today, I
guess.”

“Well, hon, you better hold on to that one.”

“Oh, how I wish I could,” I mumble, caught in a daydream as
I follow Jada into the ladies lounge. I slip into a soft terrycloth robe that
smells like lavender, and over the next three hours, I’m buffed, shined, conditioned,
and massaged.

It is absolutely heavenly.

***

 “I look ridiculous,” I yell out to Gabe from the dressing
area at The Club. I can hear his snicker from the other side of the door.
Actually, for me, I look great. The best ever. I’ve been primped to perfection.
My skin feels amazing and my hair is like silk. The problem is the outfit.
Let’s just say it’s a bit over the top.

“Just come out here so I can have a look,” Gabe says.

Reluctantly, I peer out from the dressing room in my long
toga. My hair hangs in loose curls with a ribbon weaving through each side.

“Wow,” Gabe says, all wide-eyed. “You look edible.” He
pulls me close to nuzzle my neck. “And smell incredible. There’s just one thing
out of place. This neckline isn’t quite right. May I?” He slides his fingers
under the fabric.

“Please,” I tell him. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself
out there.”

He pulls the neckline on the left side so that … oh, that
little perv … my left boob comes flying out. Gabe sucks in a loud breath, and
my body tingles from his response. He continues working the gown, taking the
fabric and securing it to a clasp at my rib cage.

You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s what the
clasp is for?

He does the same to the other side and I’m all nice and
secure. The only problem is my breasts are completely exposed. I turn to the
mirror and gasp, immediately trying to retreat back to the dressing room.

Before I can make my escape, a long arm brings me to an
abrupt stop. “Just hang on,” Gabe says.

“I can’t go out there like this.” I roll my eyes.

“Don’t mean to point out the obvious, babe.” Gabe runs his
hands up my arms, warming me. “But the people here have seen a lot more of you
than this.

“Yes, I know,” I sass back. “But that was in the heat of
the moment. This is just so, I don’t know—
look at me, look at me
. I know
it sounds asinine after what I’ve done here, but this seems like I’m trying too
hard.”

“You are a piece of work, you know that?” He shakes his
head. “You look gorgeous, and you should be proud of your body. After tonight,
I think you will be. One more step to getting your sexy back.”

“Are you telling me it’s all part of the plan?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Now let’s grace the
others with your presence, shall we?”

But before we can take a single step, Gabe runs his hands
over my bare chest and not-so-gently pinches each nipple. Then he plants kisses
over my exposed skin, leaving his mark on me, and pulls one nipple into his
mouth. Sucking hard, he does the same to the other side, before taking my hand
and leading me out to the masses.