He takes off my panties and I feel one of his hands trail back down over my stomach and slide between my legs. My heart stutters, but I'm still so desperate for his touch. My mouth opens to his kiss, moaning against his lips, while I lift my hips into his touch, begging for him not to stop. His fing
Just like the past few mornings, I wake up with Gabriel’s hand on my breast. I don’t know what it is about him, but for some weird reason this always happens.We would be travelling back home today and I’m not sure on how to feel about that. Yesterday I crossed a line when I allowed him to go down o
“Gabriel.”Once he’s tested the stretch, making sure I’m well-prepared, he adds another, both of them pumping in and out of me, curling up to scrape over my G-spot. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build.Gabriel’s hooded gaze meets mine, our lips only a fraction away from each other’s, while w
Connie.I am dead on my feet as I ride the elevator to my penthouse. Just another day where I work way past my normal working hours so that I don’t have to come back to an empty apartment.I miss Reaper a lot.When I first laid eyes on him at the hospital after Ava got shot, I didn’t think much abou
Harper.I give myself one last look in the mirror. I had on a high-waist pair of jeans and a silk blouse. My hair is up in a messy bun and apart from mascara and concealer, I didn’t really have much make-up on.We got back home at around nine in the evening. Lilly was already asleep, so we went to b
Releasing a breath, I try to steady my heart. This is one conversation I never thought I would have with Lilly at this age. The one thing I’m grateful for though, is that she didn’t ask where exactly babies come from. That would have been a very difficult conversation.“I need to head to my room rea
“Yes! He’s no longer in hiding.” She beams, her happiness and excitement so contagious. “He even unofficially proposed.”“What do you mean by unofficially proposed?” I ask, completely confused.By the other’s looks, they were just as confused. It’s either he proposed or didn’t. There is nothing like
Like I’d said, I’d forgiven Gabriel, so why was I still holding on to the past? Why was I still comparing him to the man that he was? It is obvious that he has changed, yet my brain still doubted him.You know the saying ‘if he wanted to, he would have?’ that is exactly what is happening with Gabrie