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I was out of breath, but I managed to laugh. “Why, want to refuel for round two?”

He grinned, not denying it. “Guess you’ll have to eat up, too, then.”

Getting food into my mouth with trembling fingers grated on my pride, but I was too blissed out to care. The pot roast nearly made me moan again. Gabe refilled my glass like we were at a five-star restaurant then took the chair across from me, knees spread, relaxed as he watched me eat.

I’d never felt this exposed, this wanted, not in any of my hookups. I caught him staring at my lips as I licked mashed potatoes off my fork. It was hot as hell, thinking he couldn’t get enough of me.

“Forgot how good real food tastes,” I said, voice back to normal. “You always treat new hires like this?”

He took a bite of green beans, eyes locked on mine. “Only the ones who make me lose focus at the desk.”

My whole body was already melting down. The urge to touch him, to drag him down onto the mattress, hit hard.

He caught my look. “You want something?”

Yeah, you, preferably horizontal.

I cleared my throat. “Just thinking about you. About how that felt.” I shifted, my cock twitching back to life already. Couldn’t believe my stamina. “Pretty sure you ruined me for anyone else.”

He set his empty plate aside and moved in close. No hesitation. No space for me to hide.

“Good,” Gabe murmured. “Didn’t plan on sharing.”

His mouth caught mine before I could throw together a comeback. This time I kissed him back hard, owning the taste of myself on his tongue. I wanted more—I wanted all of him.

He guided me back until I was lying flat, his body half on top of me, pinning me there. I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing, loving the strength in his shoulders. His hands roamed, firm, greedy.

My head spun. “Can I touch you?”

“By all means,” Gabe said.

I cupped his ass, squeezing. He groaned, moving his hips against me until my cock was hard again, pushing at my underwear. The heat between us cranked up another notch. He peeled off his shirt, letting me run my hands over his skin. Every inch was muscle and hair and scent, pure Gabe.

He kissed me, wet and deep, then shoved my underwear down to my ankles, exposing every part of me. I didn’t care, too busy digging my nails into his back.

I started to pull at his pants. I wanted more, needing him naked and pressed against me. “Lose these,” I growled, shoving at the fabric.

He obliged, standing to kick them off, along with his briefs, his erection bouncing free. God, he was gorgeous. I wanted to touch, taste, worship every part of him.

Gabe smirked when he saw me staring. “Like what you see?”

My mouth watered. “Get over here so I can have it.”

He crawled right up the bed, cock aimed at my face, and I opened up, taking him all the way in. The taste of his precum coated my tongue, salty and perfect. I sucked him in, working my lips down the shaft, feeling him pulse deeper. His hands landed on my head, guiding but not controlling. Every time I licked the underside, he let out these rough little grunts that made my cock leak all over my stomach.

I bobbed my head, twisting my wrist at the base, determined to make him fall apart. He thrust slowly at first, then faster, hips rolling as he fucked my mouth just the way he liked. The feel of him, hard and hot, filled my senses until there was nothing but the slide of his cock on my tongue.

He pulled out, breath ragged, and looked down at me like he couldn’t believe his luck. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

“Nobody’s ever said that before,” I admitted, crooked smile on my lips.

He brushed my hair, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Their loss.”

“Come here.” I yanked him down until we were kissing again, messy and deep. My hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking up and down, spreading more precum everywhere. Gabe growled, rutting into my fist.

“Need you,” he muttered, teeth scraping my lower lip.

“Then take me,” I said, spreading my legs in invitation.