by Selena Kitt
Her face blanched. Oh my god! What if he hired me with the sole thought in mind of having me here for a quick fuck whenever he had the urge for it? The thought was like having a knife jabbed into her stomach.
I have to discuss this with him. I have to make sure.
Her mouth fell agape when she opened the back patio door and stepped out into the warm night air. A soft seductive melody played from hidden speakers and the pool area was lit by tiki torches along the perimeter. Combined with a cloudless, starry night sky, it was beautiful in its simplicity. The shimmers of light as the full moon bounced off of the water only added to the romantic atmosphere. She groaned inwardly; could this get any more uncomfortable?
Slowly making her way with towel in hand to the pool, she watched Gabriel swim laps, his strokes long and powerful. His body appeared to glide over the water. As she stepped down the final step she leaned a shoulder against the porch railing and watched him.
Sensing her arrival, Gabriel finished his final lap and then pulled himself out of the water, in one swift, powerful motion. The water glistened like small diamonds over his body as it ran down his muscular torso to disappear into his forest green swim trunks that rode dangerously low on his hips.
My God, he's gorgeous! She immediately felt a stirring between her legs. Did it really matter why he wanted her there? He wanted her, wasn't that enough? No! No, it's not, a voice in the back of her head screamed out to her, shaking her loose of the trance she'd been in while watching him.
He looked up and his dark eyes caught her. "Come on over, the water is perfect tonight," he motioned for her to join him as he sat by the edge, his feet dangling into the pool.
With hesitation she made her way over to him, aware that his eyes were examining every inch of her body as she walked. With this knowledge she squared her shoulders and tried to appear more confident than she really was. Placing her towel on the cool cement, she sat down beside him, letting her feet dangle into the water. He wasn't kidding: it was just warm enough to take the cool edge off, but cool enough to be refreshing.
"That suit looks... amazing on you Beth." The tone of his voice was low and silky smooth to her ears.
The flutters in her stomach joined the growing ache between her legs. She groaned inwardly. Why did he have to be so damned sexy and charming and... Ugh!
"What's the matter?" Gabriel frowned as he looked over at her.
"I..." she looked over at him and sighed.
"Oh. This is about earlier?"
"Yeah." Taking a deep breath in Beth decided to simply get it out in the open and be done with it. "Why did you hire me?"
Gabriel's frown deepened and as he opened his mouth to speak she held a finger up to his lips. "Don't lie to me."
Taking her hand in his, he kissed the back of her hand lightly. "I like you Beth."
I would fucking hope so all things considered! A small jolt of anger welled up within her. Whoa, where did that come from? Part of Beth wanted to forget about being confrontational and let it go. He looked so genuinely concerned that it tugged at her. But the other part, the more dominant part needed to know the truth.
"But what am I exactly? I joked the other day that I was like a wife without the sex and well... I have a feeling that is where this is headed. The sex part."
His jaw clenched, but he held her gaze, nodding. "And..."
Beth groaned loudly. "Don't you see how wrong that is? This is a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen! Do you have relationships like this with all your cooks slash maids slash personal assistants?"
A grin touched his lips and amusement shone in his eyes as he cocked a brow up at her. "Are you planning to press sexual harassment charges, Beth?"
Beth laughed at the silliness of it all. When thinking back to earlier that day, he hardly forced himself onto her. She had more than welcomed, hell she practically begged for it! "No, of course not." She narrowed her eyes at him, "You don't think that it was a little inappropriate? I've been on the job for less than twenty-four hours and you've already seen me naked and..." she could feel the heat rush up to her cheeks, and the desire within her rose as visions of him between her legs came rushing back to her.
"Perhaps it was a little... inappropriate. Does that have to mean it was wrong?"
"Well tell me this," she countered. "The last person you had working in my position. Did you have the same type of working arrangement as you do with me now?"
He chuckled, giving her hand a light squeeze. "Well, to be honest, the last person was a sixty-five-year-old woman named Gretchen, who quit because she and her husband were moving to Florida. She arrived at 6am and left at 5pm and I assure you I had no desire to touch her in any way inappropriately."
Beth rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but laugh a second time. "Please don't make me laugh, I'm being serious."
His attempt to keep a stern expression was nearly as humorous as his words. "And so am I. She was the sweetest woman, been with my family for decades, she practically raised me, but she just wasn't my type. Don't get me wrong, knee-high stockings can be extremely sexy..."
Pulling her hand from his she gave his shoulder a playful swat, still giggling. "Stop. I get it!"
"But why hire me?" she stressed the "me" part. He was being intentionally elusive, but there was no way she could let it go without a satisfactory answer.
He leaned back on his elbows on the towel he'd laid out previously, causing her to lean back as well, turning to her side facing him, bracing her head with her hand, to watch his expression as he talked. "I've had a slight," he cleared his throat, and even in the dim light of the torch fires, she could see his face redden slightly. It was apparent he wasn't very accustomed to explaining himself to anyone. "A slight crush, if you could call it that, on you for some time now."
Beth couldn't stop the soft giggle that escaped her lips. With all of the models and high-society bimbos 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 makeup, 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 in 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. "All right, 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.
"It is," 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 bitten.
"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 whys or hows. As their tongues 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 lying on. "We were..."
Without warning he scooped her up into his arms, lifting her as though she weighed 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 drowned!" 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.
Grabbing her thighs, he hoisted her up onto his hips, and pressed her groin up against hers. The hard ridge of his 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 ample breasts to him. "Your 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, concern 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 I 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 t
he 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 escalating 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 tightened around his exploding dick and she joined him in the sweet release, her pussy milking his shaft for every last drop of him.
