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Gabe didn’t waste time. He grabbed the lube, slicked his fingers, then reached down, rubbing my entrance with slow, careful strokes.

Pressure, gentle at first. He stretched me, working me open, never harsh. It was good, so fucking good to be touched by him. I writhed, clutching at his arms, my hips gyrating into every slide of his fingers.

He watched my face, heat in his gaze. “Open up for me, Cam. Want to feel you.”

The dirty talk went straight to my cock. I was throbbing, desperate for more. Every brush of his fingertips inside me made my eyes roll back. I was panting, completely at his mercy.

My body begged for more. “Yeah, Gabe. Give it to me, please.”

He lubed up his cock, lined up, and pressed in slowly. The stretch was insane, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. My body pulsed, greedy for him, drawing him in.

He bottomed out, hips flush against mine. I clung to him, one leg hitched over his back to keep him close. He started to move, slow at first, fucking me deep and steady. Every slide set my nerves on fire.

“God, you feel incredible,” he growled against my ear.

I couldn’t form words, just moaned and took it, gripping the sheets so hard I almost tore them. My cock leaked precum everywhere. He reached down and stroked me as he thrust, driving me absolutely wild.

“Fuck, Gabe, never stop,” I gasped.

He didn’t. He pounded me with smooth, perfect thrusts, holding me right where he wanted me. The rhythm built, sweat slicking our bodies together. He pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me through the pounding, hand never leaving my cock.

I came first, shouting his name into the pillow as my orgasm ripped through me. Cum shot up my stomach, dripping down my abs. I shook, milking every bit of pleasure out of it.

Gabe fucked me harder, using my body, chasing his own release. He slammed into me, hips jerking as he emptied inside, a low moan vibrating through his chest. I felt him pulse and fill me, and it left me dizzy, completely spent.

He collapsed on top of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. We panted, limbs tangled, sweat cooling between us. It was messy, primal, and fucking perfect.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled, kissing his shoulder.

Gabe nuzzled my neck, lips brushing my ear. “Worth waiting for?”

I laughed, voice raw. “Best night of my life.”

Somewhere in the room, dinner was still getting cold. I couldn’t have cared less.

He rolled off, pulling me with him, refusing to let me go. We spooned, bodies slick and sticky. Gabe kept kissing my jaw, squeezing me tight every few seconds, like he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t vanish.

For the first time in months, I felt safe.

* * * *

The Christmas Gala was a madhouse. Two hundred people, all packed into a chandelier-lit ballroom, with enough perfume and cologne in the air to trigger a chemical incident. It should’ve been my worst nightmare, but somehow, I survived it. Maybe because Gabe kept seeking me out during the chaos, always finding a way to touch my arm or wink from across the room.

We didn’t have time for more than a few words in passing, but every smile, every touch, ramped up the tension between us. I floated through the entire shift, high on memory and hope.

After the party, we met in my room again. This time, he brought dessert and a smile that left me breathless.

Our routine fell into place. Every night after work, Gabe would show up with dinner, and every night we'd wind up in each other’s arms. I’d never felt more wanted, more cherished.

Diamond Peak was where I lived now, but Gabe was my home.

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