by Terry Towers
Beth couldn't stop the soft giggle that escaped her lips. With all of the models and high-society bimbo's that she'd seen him with in pictures and in the gossip news she had a hard time visualizing Gabriel having a 'crush' on anyone. She would have thought the roles were normally reversed.
He raised a brow at her, amused. "You think I can't have a crush?"
She shook her head. "It's hard to visualize, that's all."
"I see. Well, I have."
"But you date these models and I saw a picture of you with some soap actress."
He grinned and chuckled. "Without the glamour and the make-up, they aren't near as beautiful as they think they are," he stressed the word they, "Besides, most are fake and superficial. Fame does that to people. Not all, but most. And you really can't blame them. When you have thousands - millions even - of people constantly telling you how wonderful, beautiful, talented you are, it's bound to sink it and have an effect."
"I see. So again, why me? Why offer me this job?"
"Do you know what one of the highlights of my day is?" he rolled over to his side so he was facing her directly, mimicking her position by bracing himself up on his elbow.
Beth shrugged.
"Going out of my way each day to stop by the coffee shop to get a cup of that horrid coffee you people serve. It's horrible. I imagine the only reason the shop stays in business is the good looking women it tends to employ."
Beth laughed her agreement with his assessment of the coffee. "So why hire me? Why not just ask me on a date?"
He clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. "Alright answer me this. How many times a week did you get hit on by customers?"
It was Beth's turn to blush. She saw where he was going with this and saw his point. "A few or so."
"I didn't like the idea of being another one of those asshole customers. And so when I showed up and realized you were in a situation that I could help with I figured it would be a good chance to get to know you."
"Inviting someone to live with you is a really fucked up way of getting to know them Gabriel," she chided.
"Is it," he agreed, his amusement slowly fading to be replaced with the heated, hungry look that she was becoming very familiar with and sent her pulse racing. He touched her hip, just above the string that tied at her hip, holding the bottom together and slowly trailed his fingertips over her hip, and along her waist.
She wanted to close her eyes and sigh. She wanted to fall into his arms and let him do whatever he pleased with her as long as it meant she could touch him, and feel more of his sweet caress. She needed to get the conversation back on track before he...
Oh good lord!
With his hand stopping just below the side of her breast, he lowered his mouth to hers, gently kissing her. His lips barely touching hers was enough of a tease that the fire within her for him flared up with a vengeance. "We should discuss this Gabriel," she protested, reaching over and flattening her palm against his wet, hard chest, her fingertips tracing the contours of muscle.
He moved over her, pressing her back against the towel, as he nipped at her neck. "Why wouldn't I want you here," he countered, his tongue lashing out and teasing her neck where he'd just gently bit.
"There are more qualified people..." She groaned inwardly as he began to kiss his way down her neck, slipping her arms up over his powerful shoulders.
To her dismay he stopped his teasing to gaze down at her, his eyes catching hers. "You're beautiful, and sweet, and funny, and your smile lightens up my mood no matter how bad it may be," he stated kissing her lightly after stating each attribute. "Why wouldn't I want you near me? I'd have been a fool to have let the opportunity pass me by."
Her ability to keep a clear head was rapidly dissolving as her body took over. "How could you possibly know these things from five minutes a day?" she gasped as his mouth came crashing down onto hers. His kiss was demanding and she happily surrendered to him, no longer concerned with the why's or how's. As their tongue danced, she held tight to him, pulling his hard body down to hers as she moaned against his lips.
His cock, thick and hard under his shorts pressed against her leg, enticing her and she wanted it. Beth slipped a hand from his neck and was about to snake it under the waistband of his shorts when he suddenly - and to her dismay - stopped kissing her and grabbed her wrist.
Her brow creased as she opened her lust filled eyes up to stare at him. What did she do wrong?
A wide, mischievous grin spread across his lips as he stood and extended his hand to her. "Come for a swim with me."
A swim? Damn he's infuriating. She scowled up at him as she took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Her pussy was an inferno of need and she was grateful that her bathing suit bottoms were black, because she could feel her juices soaking them. She chanced a glance down at giant bulge at the front of his trunks and licked her lower lip.
His soft chuckle had her looking back up into his eyes. "Come on. Humour me." He took a step backward pulling her reluctantly along with him.
"But..." she glanced down at the towels that they had just been laying on. "We were..."
Without warning he scooped her up into his arms, lifting her as though she weighted nothing more than a feather. She followed his gaze to the pool and then snapped her head back around to glare up at him, knowing exactly what he had planned. "Oh Mr Reynolds, you wouldn't dare!"
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and without another word tossed her in. She squealed as she found herself flying through the air and then plunging into the warm water feet first. They were at the deeper end of the pool at a depth of ten feet. As her feet hit the bottom she lunged upwards and broke back through the surface sputtering, wiping the water from her face and trying not to laugh. She wanted to be furious as she treaded water, but glancing up at him standing at the edge of the pool laughing at her distraught state, washed the anger away.
When he realized her eyes were on him, he plunged head first into the water, with the skill and grace of a professional diver. Seconds later, he resurfaced a foot away from her, his body once again glistening as the beads of water ran over his shoulders as he treaded water.
"What if I couldn't swim! I would have drown!" she growled, splashing water at him and feigning anger, though in truth she was more amused than anything else.
He laughed as he closed the distance between them. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Gabriel pulled her to him, while moving them toward shallower waters. "I would have saved you."
She moved with him in the water, using one hand to paddle, while slipping the other around his neck. "Would you now?" They made it to the five foot mark, which had the water coming up over her shoulders, while it came to mid-chest on him.
"I would," he confirmed backing her against the cool ceramic tile of the pool wall and then boxing her in, an arm on either side of her head. A deep feral sound came from him as he lowered his mouth to hers and reignited the fire within her.
"My God Gabriel, I can't believe how much I want you." she sighed against his lips as he ghosted his over hers. She wasn't sure what surprised her more the fact she wanted him more than she'd wanted anyone in her lifetime, or the fact that she felt so comfortable admitting it to him. Something about him made her feel liberated and at ease; like she could do or say anything around him and not worry about the consequences.
He chuckled softly his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. "I'm all yours baby."
She hesitated a moment, staring into his dark eyes. Things were already complicated enough, did she really want to make them even more so? She touched his strong, square jaw. Everything about him was amazing and he wanted her! Without another thought on the matter she slipped her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth down to hers.
Gabriel groaned as his lips came crashing down onto hers with a hunger she'd never felt from anyone before. His body pressed tightly against hers, pinning her between the cool ceramic and his warm, hard body.
Grabbin
g her thighs, he hoisted her up onto his hips, and pressed her groin up against hers. The hard ridge of her cock, pressed against her pelvis and the only thing she could think about from that point on was how good it was going to feel with him slamming into her.
Gabriel's hand slipped around her as he tugged the ties loose on her bikini top. The top fell open and into the water, exposing her amble breasts to him. "You're breasts are stunning Beth," he said, his mouth working its way down her neck to capture the first nipple between his teeth.
"Oh God!" The feel of his tongue and teeth as they pinched and tormented her nipple sent short rushes of pleasure through her, increasing the fire between her legs. She arched her back, pushing her breasts towards him, aching for more. A soft tug to the strings of her bikini bottom had it joining the top, floating at the top of the water beside them.
"That's not fair!"
He lifted his head to meet her gaze, concerned mixed with his desire in his expression. "What's wrong?"
Cupping his head in her hands she lowered her mouth to kiss him quickly before working a trail of small kisses along his jaw to his earlobe. "Because you've had me naked twice today and I have yet to see that beautiful cock of yours."
"Ahhh fuck Beth!" With one hand supporting her weight on his hips he used the other to push down his swim trunks and moments later they joined her swimsuit floating next to them. His large, eager shaft pressed against her opening, taunting her on what was soon to come.
"That's better," she whispered, wiggling over him, taking the tip of his cock into her quivering core. She was rewarded by a low growl from him as his body tensed up, but he held himself back.
His expression grew serious for a moment. "Are you taking anything Beth?"
"Yes. But haven't had sex for over six months so it was becoming almost pointless."
Gabriel grinned. "Well, then, let's remedy that," he slid his hand into her hair, fisted the long blonde strands and gave her hair a tug, forcing her face to tilt up to him. His mouth came crashing down onto hers, just as he slammed his cock fully into her, stretching her awaiting pussy to its limits and slamming her hard against the tile.
She cried out against his mouth at the sudden invasion. He felt better than she could have imagined. Wrapping her legs tighter around his waist and her arms around his neck she held tight to him as he withdrew and rammed into her a second time. His groan mimicked hers with the second thrust. As he pulled his mouth from hers to catch her eyes, he withdrew and slammed into her a third time.
"Fuck Beth, you feel good," he rasped as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts.
Good didn't even begin to describe the feelings that went rushing through her. The feeling of him filling her was sending wave upon wave of pleasure through her body and quickly escalading her desire to the point of climax.
"Oh... God... So... Do... You," she managed to reply, each word spoken between thrusts and gritted teeth.
The water of the pool around them began to splash and spill over the side as he thrust in and out of her, the head of his dick stroking her g-spot with each inward thrust. Closing her eyes and arching her back, she began to move with him, her body working in perfect sync with his. Her breasts jiggled each time she bucked against him, and her whole body glistened as beads of water splashed and traveled down and around her body.
"I want you coming with me," Gabriel's voice rasped in her ear sending yet another shiver down her spine.
"Oh yes! I want to. I need to." She was getting close, so close. The heat of his breath and the flick of his tongue against the side of her neck was nearly her undoing. His cock throbbed inside of her, readying itself for release.
"I'm coming baby!"
Yes, oh yes yes yes! She leaned forward once more and clung to him as he thrust hard up into her one final time and a gush of his cum shot into her. The feel of his seed slamming against her inner walls took her over the edge with him, she screamed out as her body erupted. Her pussy tightening around his exploding dick and she joined him in the sweet release, her pussy milking his shaft for every last drop of him.
"Oh Gabriel," she whispered, kissing her way along his jaw to his mouth. She pressed her forehead to his. "That was amazing."
"Mmmm. It was." He reached over and brushed a strand of wet hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear, as he smiled at her, satisfaction and relief evident in his eyes and handsome features.
A bout of giggles hit her, just as he began to pull his depleted dick from her. She removed her legs from his waist and he slowly set her back down onto her feet. Her knees were weak, so she was grateful for the support of the pool wall at her back.
"I'm not too sure giggling is the reaction I was hoping for after what we just did," he chided.
She placed a kiss on his broad chest and glanced up at him. "I was thinking that it is pretty cliché that you're technically diddling the maid."
"Diddling the maid," he echoed in disbelief, his expression stern, but it was evident that he was holding back a smile. Bending down he slipped an arm under her thighs and pulled her into his arms, then started to wade his way to the pool stairs, not paying any mind to their discarded bathing suits. "I hope you have lots of energy left baby, cause I'm not even close to finished, diddling the maid tonight."
Beth's heart began to race with excitement as she considered what he may have in store for her when they got to wherever it was he was taking her.
Chapter 7
"Diddling the maid," Gabriel murmured to himself with an amused smile on his lips as he watched Beth sleep - snoring softly - beside him, her golden hair fanned out around her head. Not being able to hold himself back, he reached over and traced her delicate jaw with his index finger. She moaned softly and snuggled up to him. Kissing her temple, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.
She'd wanted to sleep in her room, stating that she didn't want to confuse the relationship. As far as he was concerned they were long past confusing things and he wasn't entirely upset about it. Why couldn't they keep things professional? He'd admit that perhaps he'd gone about things the wrong way and this could be a potential time bomb waiting to happen, especially when she fully discovered what he was really into; sexually.
He glanced over at the drawer she'd opened earlier that evening. That was only a small glimpse into his life and his collection. She'd seemed interested in what was inside and not put off, so perhaps there was some hope that she'd be able to share his lifestyle. He'd take it slow and easy with her if need be, though he supposed since tomorrow was Saturday and he didn't work on the weekends, unless it was absolutely necessary, they could discuss his sexual lifestyle then.
He had a good feeling about her. He'd been in relationships before, but none had him captivated like the little vixen next to him, with her girl-next-door innocence and beauty. He'd felt it from the first day he'd laid eyes on her, when she had served him that very first cup of coffee. He was a man who was very comfortable with taking chances and he saw Beth as a fairly low risk gamble.
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Not yet fully awake, Beth felt the area of the bed next to her to discover Gabriel missing. Her eyes fluttered open to find herself alone in his massive bedroom. Glancing up at the brass clock mounted on the opposite wall she began to panic. Oh-my-God, it's almost noon!
Flinging the blankets off of her naked body she leapt from the bed. She swore to herself that she wasn't going to let whatever it was that was going on between her and Gabriel affect her work for him. The last thing she wanted to do is take advantage of the situation or worse yet start feeling like she was being paid for sex rather than what she was hired to do. But here she was the day after fucking her boss, not up to fulfill her duties and prepare breakfast for him.
Rushing down the hall to her own bedroom she hopped into the shower and took the quickest shower of her life. After the shower she grabbed a pair of "Scooby-Doo" boxer shorts and chocolate brown form fitting t-shirt and rushed down the flight of stairs to the kitchen.<
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As she approached the kitchen a delicious aroma assaulted her nostrils and her stomach began to grumble. Oh God, that smells amazing! She froze in her place as she entered the kitchen and watched Gabriel as he masterfully prepared lunch, shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of grey jogging pants that hung low on his hips. For at least the thousandth time since she'd met him she was taken away by how gorgeous he was.
His back was to her as he focused on the task at hand giving her a moment to watch him. Sensing her behind him he waved to the small two person table. "It's almost ready. I've a place set out for you already."
"You realize that is my job," she reminded him as she made her way across the kitchen to sit at the table, there was a seafood salad and warm biscuits already waiting for her there. "So what are you making," she asked straining her neck to see what he was doing. Her stomach grumbled as the delicious scents continued to drift over to her.
"Well as for it being your job. True. But I saw what you did with the bacon and toast yesterday so unless I want to eat scallops and risotto all weekend I think I'll handle the cooking."
"But, it's what you're paying me to do-"
He glanced over at her and smiled. "True again. But you have other duties besides the kitchen."
Her mind immediately went back to the previous night and the hours they spent enjoying the feel of each others body. How many orgasms did she have? She lost count. He had been insatiable and just the thought of the previous night had a blush forming on her cheeks.
''And we already discussed the duties didn't necessarily include what happened last night." he reminded her, as if reading her mind.
Her blush deepened and she found it suddenly hard to look him in the eye.
