Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He nips at my earlobe with his teeth and an electric current races down my body. “All you need to do is tell me to stop.”
A few heartbeats pass. I don’t turn around. Don’t face him. But I step back and press my body to his. I feel his erection digging into my lower back. Yet I still sense a hesitancy. He hasn’t touched me, at least not intentionally. I let my head loll back against his chest.
“Touch me,” I groan.
Gabriel reaches around and gropes my breast through the silk of my blouse. It’s rough and punishing, but it’s exactly how I want it. What I deserve.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Meredith.”
I close my eyes as I pant. Gabriel buries his head in my hair and sucks along my neck. “Tell me,” he growls, his lips vibrating against my skin. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I do,” I croak. I already know I’ll hate myself tomorrow, probably even sooner, but I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want this man right now.
His hand slips between us. I can feel it travel down to his hard-on, and then there’s a sound that makes my eyes roll back into my head. Zipper teeth coming undone. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Gabriel goes to turn me around, but I stop him and bend forward, bringing my chest to the top of my desk like he told me he’d imagined.
He bends over me so his mouth is again at my ear. “Do what? I want to hear you say the words.”
I can barely speak, my breath too tangled in my throat for words to pass, but somehow I manage to squeak out a whisper. “I want you to hold me down and fuck me hard.”
“Good girl…”
He stands, but keeps a heavy hand on my back, not allowing me to rise. Then he bunches up my skirt, pulls my panties to one side, and before I can brace for what’s about to happen—I’m about to sleep with my patient—no, sleep with the husband of the woman my husband killed—his thick crown is at my opening.
And I’m wet. Dripping. Shamelessly ready and inviting.
Gabriel enters me in one thrust. There is no foreplay. Or maybe that’s what we’ve been doing all these months. I don’t know. But he buries himself deep and lets out a thunderous groan. His hips are flush against my ass, and I can feel his body shaking from the inside out. Once he steadies, he gathers my hair into one of his hands and yanks until my neck is fully extended back. Then I do something I’ve never done before. In the moment, I don’t even realize where it’s coming from, but I hold my breath. Gabriel plows into me from behind, thrust after thrust, deeper and deeper. I start to feel lightheaded, desperate for air. My body begins to shake as the seconds tick by without oxygen. Just when I think I might pass out, he buries himself and knocks the wind out of my lungs with a rush. My body responds with a surge of dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins that brings an exhilaration I’ve never felt before. It’s an ecstasy I want to last forever. But too soon it ends. Gabriel pulls out, finishing with a roar.
I’m sated, every bone in my body liquefied, but my brain kicks on.
What did I do?
What the hell did I just do?
I’m still in a fog interrogating myself when Gabriel lets go of my hair. He tugs at my skirt, pulling it down to cover my ass once again.
“Meredith…” he says softly.
I feel a surge of adrenaline kick in. It hits so fast I feel like I might throw up. My hand clutches my throat. “You need to go.”
His breathing seems to grows louder. I need it to stop. Now.
“Please,” I say. “Please just go.”
The room is silent. He must be holding his breath like I am. Thirty long seconds tick by, then suddenly footsteps are crossing the room. No words. No discussion about what has just transpired. Only the jingle of the door handle, the creak of the door opening.
“I’ll see you next week, Dr. McCall.”
CHAPTER 29 Now
I spend the rest of the week distracted. I almost expect Gabriel to call, to reach out in some way.
We had sex.
I had sex.
With someone other than my husband.
You were the only person I’d had sex with in… over a decade.
I know sex doesn’t mean what it used to, that lots of people have sex all the time and it means nothing more than sex. Fun. An activity to do together, no strings attached.
But with Gabriel, there are all sorts of strings. All kinds of fucked-up, twisted knots and complicated ties, because on the list of people I shouldn’t have had sex with, he’s at the very, very top.