Page 63 of Desired By you (Always & Forever #3)

Chapter Fifty Two

Gabriella

We’ve had a slow morning, which included sex in the bed, some fooling around in the shower, and I now need to fully sanitize the kitchen counter after Brad had me for breakfast. I feel lighter this morning.

I hadn’t realized how the weight of my lies and secrets were impacting me.

Opening up to Brad felt so freeing. I know things could still get worse, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

He makes me happy; he makes me feel everything I’ve been searching for and now I’ve finally found it. I’m not letting him go.

I take a sip of my coffee and highlight another transaction off the accounts sheet that is laid across my lap.

I’ve been working through their accounts for the past couple of weeks, and I’ve had a hunch where the missing money has been going, or rather who the culprit is, but this final file confirms it.

I toss the file into Brad’s lap. “I’ve solved it. I know who’s taking your money at the club.” I smile proudly.

“Who?”

“It’s Amy,” I say confidently.

“Amy?” His brows furrow and he picks up the file, scanning the pages. “Our barmaid Amy.”

“Uh huh.”

“She worked her last shift last week.” I say, furrowing my brows at her.

“I checked her log in, and the money always seems to go missing the days she works.”

“On the last page, did you know Kate’s log in was used to access your payroll system several times over the last year and Amy’s pay was adjusted?”

“Kate would never,” Brad says sternly.

“No, I know she wouldn’t, but I bet Amy would. The dates match when both Amy and Kate were on shift.”

Brad shakes his head in disbelief, and I take another sip of my coffee.

“So between her moving money to pay herself a bigger salary, your output vs input it’s about 10k difference, my hunch is she’s not putting through the orders and pocketing the cash when working the bar.”

“Fuck,” Brad growls.

“But why?” he huffs in frustration.

“I don’t know, but something’s off. She’s been doing this long enough that it wouldn’t get noticed until now. She’s kind of a smart girl,” I say, somewhat impressed.

“So, looks like I’m adding Amy to my shit list for today.”

I chuckle. “I’d report her to the police. What she’s done is a crime.”

He tosses the files onto the coffee table.

And leans his head back against the edge of the couch.

“Shit, what a mess.”

“Yep,” I say, popping the p.

He smooths a hand up my bare thigh and under my oversized t-shirt. “Thank you for doing this. You’re a very smart woman.”

I bring my hand to my chin as if I were framing my face. “Why, thank you. One of my many talents.”

His hooded eyes darken and he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. I know that look, and it sends a rush of heat to my core.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, plucking my mug out of my hand and placing it on the coffee table. “Why don’t you show me some of your other talents?”

He steals my breath when he reaches over and lifts me into his lap, my bare ass now straddling his thick thighs, his erection wedged between my cheeks and I rotate my hips, earning a deep groan from him.

His hands smooth over my bare skin and squeeze my cheeks.

“Naughty girl, no undies.” He spanks my ass, and I gasp, sending a surge of desire through me.

I trail my index finger slowly down his six pack, tracing the outlines of his artwork. “I love these.” I bite down on my lower lip as my fingers brush over his Adonis belt.

“Do you?”

“Yeah, I call them fuck me lines,” I joke.

He lets out a laugh, weaves his fingers into my hair, and pulls me down my mouth is just inches from his, his grip almost painful but I welcome the sting.

“Well, what are you waiting for, baby girl? Ride me.” He releases me and I rise just enough for him to pull down his briefs. My hand grips the back of his neck to anchor myself as I sink down on him, and we both let out a moan as he fills me to the hilt.

We’ve never done it like this. He’s so big it takes me a minute to adjust and for the burn to ease, but when it does, holy shit.

I rotate my hips slowly and already I feel the pressure building. He grips my hips and growls, “Bounce on my cock, Gabriella.”

I move, up and down, and dear God, it’s like nothing I’ve felt before. My head rolls back in pleasure as one of his hands pushes my t-shirt up, exposing my breasts. He clamps his mouth around one and sucks, forcing me to let out a cry of pleasure. When he bites my nipple, I nearly catapult off him.

“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, picking up my pace. There’s no finesse, no easing into it. It’s rough and fast, but there’s always passion. No matter how he takes me, there’s something palpable between us and it’s how I know he’s it for me. All I’ve ever wanted.

My walls tighten around him. He releases my nipple from his mouth and his thumb finds my clit.

With just a few perfectly timed flicks, I go off, and he’s right there with me.

My chest heaves, his arms wrap around my body, and he holds me tightly as my body convulses, fracturing me and then putting me back together in a way that only he can.

Our moans echo around my apartment and just as I begin to float down to reality, my world moves in slow motion when my apartment door opens.

My eyes widen and I freeze when my gaze meets two sets of eyes.

“Ali?”

“Gabby!” Her tone is just as shocked as mine.

“You’re meant to be at Harry’s,” I stammer.

“And you’re meant to be with Patrick.”