systems and making sure his clients stayed out of harm’s way. Some days he’d missed the intensity of being out on a mission. But most of the time, he enjoyed making a lot more money with a hell of a lot less risk.
And he’d lost it all over another client with big eyes and a seemingly sweet manner. He jerked upright at the swift reminder that he couldn’t let himself fall for Reggie, no matter how attractive he found her.
Unfortunately, his body, exhausted from travel and work, wasn’t inclined to listen, instead wallowing in memories of how the woman asleep in the passenger seat had felt naked against him, arching her breasts into his chest as she rode him like a rodeo queen that night in Maui.
Tugging at his fly, he shifted in his seat so his hard-on wasn’t quite so restricted. The way things were going, by the end of six weeks, he was going to have a case of blue balls for the medical books.
Reggie woke up as they pulled up to the valet. When they got to their suite, Gabe set up the foldout couch while Reggie went for the shower. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of water running, imagining what she would do if he went in there, took off his clothes, and grabbed the soap from her hands. He could almost feel her pale, smooth breasts with their dark rose nipples, slippery with soap as he cupped and massaged them in his hands. He’d pull her against him, back to front, so he could run his palms all over her tits, down her belly to that dark, luscious triangle of her sex where he’d find her plump and juicy like a ripe peach.
She’d grind her delicious ass against his rock-hard cock, teasing him and urging him on as he slid his fingers up and down her slit, dipping and teasing until she was begging him to make her come. Then he’d slide into her unforgettably tight pussy, shove so deep inside her she’d feel him at the back of her throat…
“Gabe? Are you okay?”
Reggie stood about five feet away, dressed in a pair of leopard-print pajama bottoms and a stretchy red shirt with two cats that read, F UNNY C ATS IN H ATS . Her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, and her damp hair tumbled around her shoulders. He wanted to suck a bruise onto the pale flesh of her neck. “I’m fine.”
“You had a funny look on your face. Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll see you in the morning.” She closed the door to her bedroom with a soft “good night.”
Gabe unbuttoned his shirt and grabbed some extra pillows from the closet. As he walked back to the bed, something on the floor caught the corner of his eye. Tossing the pillows on his bed, he walked over to pick it up.
Reggie’s bra. He fingered the silky ice blue fabric. Against all better judgment, he lifted it to his face and inhaled. The scent of warm cinnamon buns and creamy naked skin almost brought him to his knees.
To think, she was just one door away. The woman whose succulent body and sassy mouth he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind. Worse, by the way she looked at him when she thought he didn’t know, he knew she’d take him up on it.
Reggie shifted restlessly on the bed. Despite the wine at dinner, she was too wired to sleep. She’d hoped the hot shower would help her wind down. But as she’d rubbed her own soapy hands over her wet skin, she’d found herself wishing Gabe would ignore his professional code of ethics and walk through that door and join her. Flustered, she’d finished with a quick, cold rinse and made a beeline for the bedroom before she did something stupid. Like try to jump him.
She flipped over on her back, trying to ignore the awareness that made every nerve ending tingle. She could feel him through the paper thin walls, his heat, his masculinity, surging over her, overwhelming her with memories of the single, sultry night they’d shared.
As though with a will of its own, her hand trailed down her belly, lifting the hem of her pajama top so she could feel her own smooth skin. She remembered Gabe’s
And he’d lost it all over another client with big eyes and a seemingly sweet manner. He jerked upright at the swift reminder that he couldn’t let himself fall for Reggie, no matter how attractive he found her.
Unfortunately, his body, exhausted from travel and work, wasn’t inclined to listen, instead wallowing in memories of how the woman asleep in the passenger seat had felt naked against him, arching her breasts into his chest as she rode him like a rodeo queen that night in Maui.
Tugging at his fly, he shifted in his seat so his hard-on wasn’t quite so restricted. The way things were going, by the end of six weeks, he was going to have a case of blue balls for the medical books.
Reggie woke up as they pulled up to the valet. When they got to their suite, Gabe set up the foldout couch while Reggie went for the shower. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of water running, imagining what she would do if he went in there, took off his clothes, and grabbed the soap from her hands. He could almost feel her pale, smooth breasts with their dark rose nipples, slippery with soap as he cupped and massaged them in his hands. He’d pull her against him, back to front, so he could run his palms all over her tits, down her belly to that dark, luscious triangle of her sex where he’d find her plump and juicy like a ripe peach.
She’d grind her delicious ass against his rock-hard cock, teasing him and urging him on as he slid his fingers up and down her slit, dipping and teasing until she was begging him to make her come. Then he’d slide into her unforgettably tight pussy, shove so deep inside her she’d feel him at the back of her throat…
“Gabe? Are you okay?”
Reggie stood about five feet away, dressed in a pair of leopard-print pajama bottoms and a stretchy red shirt with two cats that read, F UNNY C ATS IN H ATS . Her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, and her damp hair tumbled around her shoulders. He wanted to suck a bruise onto the pale flesh of her neck. “I’m fine.”
“You had a funny look on your face. Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll see you in the morning.” She closed the door to her bedroom with a soft “good night.”
Gabe unbuttoned his shirt and grabbed some extra pillows from the closet. As he walked back to the bed, something on the floor caught the corner of his eye. Tossing the pillows on his bed, he walked over to pick it up.
Reggie’s bra. He fingered the silky ice blue fabric. Against all better judgment, he lifted it to his face and inhaled. The scent of warm cinnamon buns and creamy naked skin almost brought him to his knees.
To think, she was just one door away. The woman whose succulent body and sassy mouth he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind. Worse, by the way she looked at him when she thought he didn’t know, he knew she’d take him up on it.
Reggie shifted restlessly on the bed. Despite the wine at dinner, she was too wired to sleep. She’d hoped the hot shower would help her wind down. But as she’d rubbed her own soapy hands over her wet skin, she’d found herself wishing Gabe would ignore his professional code of ethics and walk through that door and join her. Flustered, she’d finished with a quick, cold rinse and made a beeline for the bedroom before she did something stupid. Like try to jump him.
She flipped over on her back, trying to ignore the awareness that made every nerve ending tingle. She could feel him through the paper thin walls, his heat, his masculinity, surging over her, overwhelming her with memories of the single, sultry night they’d shared.
As though with a will of its own, her hand trailed down her belly, lifting the hem of her pajama top so she could feel her own smooth skin. She remembered Gabe’s
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