He frowned at me. ‘What gave you that idea?’
‘He basically told you to give me a good hiding before you dropped me back home and yet none of you laid a finger on me?’
Leroy shrugged. ‘We’re all men who keep our ears to the ground, Mr Sullivan. We know who you are. We did the job we were paid to do. There was no reason for any of us to make a further enemy of you.’
I nodded. ‘Wise move.’
‘But, you’re right. I can’t stand him,’ he said with a smirk. ‘Neither can my cousin, Kelvin. Carver is an arrogant, pretentious prick. But he pays well.’
‘I hear that you’re a shrewd businessman, Leroy.’
He nodded. ‘I plan on retiring in a few years, so I like to make the most of any opportunity that comes my way.’
‘So, if I was to offer you an opportunity to make double what Carver is paying you, you’d be interested?’
‘I’m all ears, Mr Sullivan,’ he said with a smile.
Twenty minutes later, I downed the last of my pint and slipped off the barstool. ‘It was good to meet you, Leroy,’ I said.
‘You too, Gabriel,’ he replied as he held out his hand again.
This time I shook it. ‘I’ll be in touch,’ I said and then I indicated to Alex that we were ready to leave.
Chapter 43
Samantha
I picked up the TV remote and climbed into bed, snuggling against Gabriel’s chest. I sighed contentedly. It was Sunday evening and we had spent the whole day together, talking, eating, watching out favourite films, but mostly having lots of very hot sex.
I traced my fingertips over the tattoos on his stomach. He had sixteen tattoos in total, mostly across his chest, back and shoulders, and I loved them all.
‘I think you should get a tattoo of my name,’ I laughed as I traced my fingertip along his abdomen and towards his groin. ‘Right here.’
‘Really? Just your name?’
‘Hmm? Maybe it could say, property of Samantha Don –’ I started to say but then I realised that my name wasn’t going to be Samantha Donovan for much longer.
‘Samantha what?’ he asked with a smile.
‘Samantha Sullivan, I suppose?’ I said and took a deep breath.
That was the first time I’d said that name aloud. It was kind of scary, but it was mostly exciting. I had no idea how much I would like the sound of my new name.
‘I like the sound of that,’ he growled.
‘Good. So, when are you getting it then?’
‘As soon as you book us both into the studio. I assume you’ll be getting a matching one?’
‘Saying property of Samantha Sullivan? That seems a bit pointless,’ I started to laugh.
He ran his hand across my naked behind and growled in my ear. ‘Behave yourself, Samantha. Just because you know I’m not going to spank you, doesn’t give you a free pass. I might just be saving all of these little misdemeanours up in my head to be dealt with at a later date.’
I shivered in anticipation. ‘Well, in that case. I’ll make sure to definitely not behave. I do miss that lovely soft belt of yours.’
He groaned loudly. ‘Fuck, Sam! I can’t wait to tie you up and turn that gorgeous arse of yours bright red.’
‘Neither can I,’ I said with a sigh. ‘In fact, I fantasise about it often.’
He tilted my chin up so he could look in my eyes and smiled. ‘What else do you fantasise about?’
‘I’ve told you one of mine. It’s your turn next.’
‘You are my every fantasy rolled into one, baby,’ he said smoothly.
I rolled my eyes. ‘Have you ever had a threesome?’
‘Yes.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes.’
‘With two women, or another man and a woman?’
‘Two women,’ he replied.
‘Hmm, I wonder if I need to try one then? With two men, obviously? I feel like I’ve missed out,’ I teased him.
‘There is not a fucking chance in hell that is ever happening,’ he growled as he squeezed my behind and pulled me closer to him.
‘Have you ever kissed a man?’ I went on.
‘No. Have you ever kissed a woman?’
‘Yes. Two actually.’
He flashed his eyebrows at me.
‘I was in college. It didn’t count. It was nice though. Women have the softest lips.’
‘I know,’ he grinned.
‘What about anal?’ I asked him.
‘Yes.’
‘Really? Do you enjoy it?’ I asked in surprise.
‘Yes. Why does that shock you?’ he laughed.
‘Because you’ve never tried that with me,’ I shrugged.
‘Well, have you ever done it before?’ he bent his head low and planted a kiss on my throat.
‘No… I mean, yes, I suppose …’
He looked up at me. ‘No or yes?’
‘I have. But not willingly,’ I replied.
I saw his eyes darken and I suddenly regretted the turn this conversation had taken.
‘Jesus, Sam!’ he breathed as he ran a hand through his hair.
‘Gabe, please don’t. I hate it when you feel sorry for me –’
‘I don’t feel sorry for you,’ he interrupted me. ‘But you can’t just drop stuff like that into the conversation and expect me not to react, Sam.’
‘I know. It’s just …I hate that we can’t just have a normal conversation about something without my past ruining it,’ I said.
My marriage to my ex-husband seemed to crop up at the most inopportune moments.
He squeezed me tighter to him. ‘It’s not ruined.’
I looked up at him. ‘Well, we’re not talking about our sexual fantasies any more, are we? Instead, you’re thinking about how you should have saved me from Jackson somehow. Or you’re wondering if there is any way to torture a man who is already dead.’
He brushed my hair behind my ear. ‘It’s changed the conversation, not ruined it. I want to know everything about you, Sam. I am never feeling sorry for you, but yes I would like to dig that fucker up and destroy his corpse.’
‘Well, there’d be no point. He wouldn’t feel it,’ I said with a smile.
He shrugged. ‘He doesn’t deserve to rest in peace though, does he?’
‘I don’t want to talk about him,’ I said as I pulled Gabriel’s face towards mine.
He pressed his lips against mine, lightly at first, before gently opening my mouth with his tongue and deepening it until I was thinking of nothing but him. I felt the familiar stirring and pulling in my abdomen and I wrapped my leg around him, pressing myself against him. I smiled as I felt his cock stiffening against me.
He broke our kiss. ‘What are you grinning at?’
‘You’re always ready to go, aren’t you?’ I said as I looked down at his beautiful cock.
‘And you’re not?’ he smiled at me.
‘Hmm,’ I nodded as I bit on my lower lip. ‘I blame my raging pregnancy hormones though. I can’t be held accountable for my actions.’
‘You’re really trying to blame your raging horn on our unborn child?’ he said with a dramatic shake of his head.
‘Not on our child, no. But on the pregnancy. That’s different.’
‘So, what was your excuse before you were pregnant then?’ he growled. ‘I can’t recall ever keeping you satisfied for very long.’
‘Oh, but you keep me very satisfied,’ I grinned at him. ‘Maybe that’s why I can’t get enough of you.’
‘I already told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you again tonight,’ he growled in my ear.
‘But why not?’ I purred.
‘Because I’ve spent almost the whole day inside you. You have a check-up tomorrow. I want you to be able to walk into the doctor’s office.’
‘They’re not going to give me an internal and tell you off for us having too much sex, you know?’ I said with a grin.
He gave me a light slap on the behind. ‘Don’t be blo
ody cheeky.’
I laughed. ‘You slapping my ass is really not doing anything to help the situation, Gabe.’
‘Behave then,’ he ordered.
‘Okay, if we’re not going to have more sex, let’s go back to our fantasies talk. Where were we? Anal?’
He shook his head and closed his eyes.
‘How many women have you done it with?’
‘I don’t know,’ he replied.
‘Too many to count?’
‘No. But I don’t keep a track of these things.’
‘Did you with Jennifer?’
‘Sam!’
‘It’s a fair question. Did you and she …?’
‘Yes,’ he said with a sigh.
‘So, why not me then?’
He brushed the back of his knuckles over my cheek. ‘I didn’t know you wanted to. I wasn’t sure that was something you were into.’
‘Well, you never asked me. Is it because you think I’m too fragile?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous, Sam. It’s because I can barely keep up with you as it is.’
‘Well, I want to try it.’
He cocked an eyebrow at me. ‘Right now?’
‘Yes. Right now,’ I said as I ran my hand down his chest towards his groin.
He took hold of my wrist to stop me in my tracks and narrowed his eyes at me.
‘Why?’
I couldn’t help feeling mildly offended. ‘Why not? I don’t understand if you’ve done it with all of the other women you’ve been with –’
‘Not all of them,’ he interrupted me.
‘Most?’
‘No. Some.’
‘So, why not me?’
‘I told you. I wasn’t sure it was your thing.’
‘Well, did you know if was Jennifer’s thing? Or did you ask her?’
‘Sam!’ he snapped. ‘Enough!’
I frowned at him. ‘Enough? Why? I want to know why you won’t do something with me that you’d do with everyone else - with her?’
‘Are you seriously questioning whether I’d like to fuck your arse? Of course I would, but not now. Not when the only reason you’re asking me is because you think you have to prove something. How can I do that, especially after what you just told me?’
I shook my head. ‘You’re wrong, Gabe. You think you have me all figured out, but you’re wrong.’
‘So, why then? Why now?’
I blinked at him and swallowed. ‘Because I don’t want him to be the only one.’
I saw the fire in his eyes as he pulled me to him, sealing my mouth with a ferocious kiss.
‘He won’t be,’ he growled. ‘I promise you. But not yet. For one thing, we have no lube.’
I looked down between us, at our bodies pressed together and grinned. ‘If you went down on me right now, I’d worry you’d drown. I’m sure you can make use of some of that, can’t you?’
‘Hmm. But, maybe we should wait ...’
‘For what?’
He nodded at my bump.
‘He’ll be fine!’
‘Are you sure about this?’ he asked.
‘Yes. I want you to own every part of me,’ I breathed as I placed my hand on his cheek.
‘I already do,’ he growled. ‘Now get on your hands and knees.’
I did as he told me and he pulled a pillow beneath me, placing it in front of my arms. ‘Rest your head on that baby and put that peach up in the air.’
I leaned forward, slipping my hands and forearms beneath the pillow and resting my cheek against the cool cotton. He moved behind me, running his hands ran over my backside as he sucked in a long breath.
‘This sweet little ass is so sexy, Sam,’ he growled. ‘I’m going to enjoy fucking it.’
He slipped his fingers between my thighs, through my folds, coating them in my juices and his own cum. Then he slipped two fingers inside me and I groaned.
I was tender from our marathon sex sessions during the day, but I still craved him inside me.
As quickly as he’d slipped them in, he pulled his fingers out again and slid them up the seam of my ass. He pressed against my hole and I sucked in a breath, my hips flexing forward instinctively.
‘Relax, baby,’ he soothed.
I nodded and steadied my breathing. I could do this. I wanted to do this.
He pressed against my opening again and this time I pushed back against him, until the tip of his finger breached my entrance. I bit my lip as he slid it all the way inside. The feeling was strange but not unpleasant.
‘That okay?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ I groaned.
Then he started to move his finger slowly in and out and I felt the throbbing in my core starting to grow ever stronger. A few seconds later, I gasped out loud as Gabriel slipped his cock inside my pussy.
‘You’re right, baby. Who needs lube when you have cream as good as this?’
He withdrew his cock, and his finger from my ass at the same time and I moaned at the loss of the feeling of fullness. But it didn’t last long as he grabbed me by the hips, pressing the tip of his cock at my hole.
He pushed himself inside slowly, so just the tip was inside me. I felt the burning of his large cock stretching me open, but he stayed still for a moment, letting me accommodate to his size.
His fingers dug into my hips and I could hear his breathing growing faster.
I smiled to myself. I loved that he was on the edge. He was so used to being in complete control and I took immense pleasure in the fact that I could take him to the brink of losing it.
I pushed myself back slightly, taking in more of him and he groaned loudly.
‘Fuck, Sam! Your ass is so fucking hot and tight.’
I moaned as he slid in further, the burning sensation gave way to an intense feeling of fullness. Then his hand slipped between my thighs and he started to rub my clit.
‘Gabe!’ I shouted as the pressure in my core continued building, threatening to burst out of me at any moment.
He took that as his cue to pick up his pace and he started to thrust in and out of me. His balls slapping against my opening only adding to the raft of sensations that I was experiencing. I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.
‘I’m going to come in your beautiful ass, baby,’ he growled and his filthy words were my undoing.
I screamed out loud as the orgasm rolled through me, and as Gabriel rubbed out his own relief, the waves of pleasure kept on radiating from my core – like ripples in a pond.
He pulled out of me and I collapsed onto my side, breathing heavily and with my eyes closed as my head spun. I felt him lay down beside me, his ragged breathing matching my own.
‘Fuck, that was intense,’ he said as he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
I opened my eyes and stared at him. His beautiful green eyes were smouldering – almost black. ‘I know,’ I panted.
‘Are you okay?’ he said as his eyebrows knitted into a frown.
I nodded.
He tilted my head to look at him. ‘Don’t ever question how much I want you. I have never needed any woman as much as I need you, Sam. I could fuck you in every single way, in every single place, every hour of every day and it would never be enough for me.’
I breathed in. God, I loved him so damn much it hurt.
Chapter 44
Samantha
I sat in the new luxurious leather chair in my office and spun around like a little kid. I’d ordered it weeks ago and almost forgot about it until it had arrived that morning. I’d been getting slight backache as my pregnancy progressed and this was supposed to be ergonomically designed to help improve posture, as well as being incredibly comfortable.
As I spun around, I wondered why I’d never got myself a chair like this before. They were so much fun.
Suddenly, I started to feel sick. I grabbed hold of the edge of the desk to stop myself. But even when I’d stopped spinning, the room continued whirling around me and I felt like I was going
to throw up.
I looked up as my office door opened and Gabriel walked into the room.
‘Hey, you,’ I said with a huge smile, forgetting my urge to be sick.
He crossed the room. ‘Hey, baby. You ready to go?’
‘Not yet,’ I giggled. ‘I’m playing on my new chair.’
He frowned at me as drew closer. When he reached me, he took hold of my chin, tilting my head up so he could look into my eyes. ‘Have you been drinking?’
‘No!’ I snapped. ‘I’m pregnant,’ then I giggled again. Something about him was so funny today.
His eyes narrowed as he brought his face closer to mine. ‘Jesus Christ, you’re stoned!’
‘No I’m not,’ I shrieked. ‘I would never …’
I couldn’t finish my sentence as the urge to be sick washed over me again.
He rubbed a hand over his face. ‘You’re fucking stoned off your face, Sam. What have you eaten today?’
‘What?’ I looked up at him. ‘What the hell does that have to do with anything?’
‘Well, I assume you haven’t smoked anything. So, have you eaten anything unusual?’
‘No. Just my lunch that you made me. Oh, and I had a brownie this afternoon.’
‘A brownie?’ he eyed me suspiciously.
‘Yes,’ I frowned.
‘Where from?’ he was scowling at me now.
‘Simon brought it in for me.’
He stormed out of my office and a moment later, he was marching my poor junior partner back through my office door.
‘Where the fuck did you get the brownie from you gave her this afternoon?’ Gabriel barked at him while I looked up at the two of them wide-eyed. What the hell was going on?
Simon shuffled awkwardly and pulled at the collar of his shirt. His face started to flush bright red under the heat of Gabriel’s intense gaze.
‘My flatmate made me it,’ he stammered.
‘And is your flatmate prone to making fucking pot brownies?’ Gabriel growled.
Simon looked at me then, his eyes wide with horror as he put his hands over his face. ‘Oh, shit! She said she’d never do it to me again after the last time. She knew I was bringing it into work. I honestly didn’t think … I would never have given it to Samantha if I’d known. I’d never have even touched it. Samantha, I’m so sorry,’ he pleaded.
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