Page 52 of Gabriela and His Grace (The Luna Sisters #3)

Gabby chewed on her cheek as she considered what to say.

The urge to ask him directly if he was keeping something from her sat on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it.

Hadn’t Sebastian just greeted her warmly, as if he was happy to see her?

Perhaps she was imagining slights where none existed.

Ay, marriage had addled her brain, and she chuckled as she made to leave.

“What’s so funny?” Sebastian called, pulling her up short.

She looked over her shoulder and reached for an answer. “It’s just that as much as I love that name, it also makes me laugh because Ella makes me think of ella , and ella in Spanish is she .”

His mouth twisted into a smirk, even as he reached for his pen. “It’s apropos, then, seeing as how you’re the only she who’s ever been important to me.”

Like a spark against dry kindling, heat roared through Gabby’s blood, and before she knew what she was about, she flipped the lock on the door and prowled toward the desk.

Sebastian looked up as she approached, his brow furrowed.

Holding his gaze, she shoved his chairback, ignoring the surprised noise he made.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees and reached for the placard of his trousers.

“D-darling,” Sebastian stammered, his hands curling around the armrests. His chest labored with his excited breaths. “What are you doing?”

“?Cállate!” she ordered, humming in the back of her throat when she pulled his quickly hardening cock free.

Gabby had never considered that this part of a man could be beautiful, but it felt beautiful in her hands.

It made her feel beautiful and seeing the look of awe dawn across her husband’s expression, Gabby felt powerful.

And she very much wanted to remind Sebastian of that power.

Staring into his eyes, she leaned forward and circled the rim of his blunt head with her tongue.

A long, low hiss slipped from Sebastian’s lips, and he clenched his eyes closed.

“Mírame,” Gabby demanded, pausing her ministrations until he met her gaze again. Once his blue eyes were locked with hers, she slowly covered the tip with her lips and sucked, squeezing his flesh with her opposite hand.

If moans and curses were currency, Gabby would be richer than Montezuma, for soon her husband was thrusting into the steady movements of her hand, his cock nudging the back of her throat as saliva dripped down her chin and over her fingers.

Reaching for his hand, Gabby placed it on the back of her head, smiling around his length when he cursed loudly and held her a second longer as his cock thrust into her mouth.

“I remember seeing you outside the door that night,” Sebastian purred, stroking her jaw. “We’d only just met, and yet it was you I imagined taking me in your mouth.”

Gabby would have gasped if she were able to.

So Sebastian had known she’d seen his scandalous assignation the night they met, and thus why she had come to dislike him.

Well, she certainly didn’t dislike him now, and seeing her handsome, arrogant duke so undone was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Gabby frantically pulled up her skirts so she could slip her fingers in her drawers and caress where she was wet and wanting.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the heady combination of sensations.

Her muffled moan must have snared Sebastian’s attention, because he focused on where her hand disappeared beneath her skirts, and his expression darkened.

Weaving his fingers through her hair, Sebastian gently pulled until his cock slipped from her lips, and he wiped the wetness from her chin with his thumb.

“Stand up and turn around,” he bit out, pointing to the desk.

Panting, Gabby obeyed, ignoring how her legs trembled.

Placing her palms on the desktop, she peered back at him.

Sebastian had dropped his trousers, and he stood behind her with his ruddy flesh in hand, his gaze a stormy sea.

Without a word, he grabbed the bulk of her skirts and hefted them to her waist, before he grasped one of her knees and perched it on the desktop.

Although her skirts hindered her view, Gabby imagined how she must appear spread before him.

Before she could ask him to touch her, Sebastian dragged a knuckle through her cleft, and Gabby dropped her head forward as she mewled.

“My God, Ella,” he growled, swiping his finger across her flesh once again. Sebastian chuckled when she arched her back, greedy for more. “Are you hungry for me, darling?”

Unable to speak, Gabby nodded.

Running his hand along the inside of her thigh, he dragged it around to squeeze her arse. “Did sucking my cock make your pretty little cunny jealous?”

A fresh rush of arousal dripped from her core. “Sebastian, por favor.”

“Christ,” he whispered, running the head of his flesh through her slick folds, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Gabby didn’t have a chance to respond before Sebastian thrust inside her, and she shrieked, scrambling her hands against the desktop as her body worked to adjust to him.

He curled around her, his arms crisscrossing around her chest, his hand cupping her chin while one of his long fingers slipped between her lips.

With a groan, Gabby sucked it into her mouth.

“Ella,” was the only word he said, over and over, against her cheek and temple, as he held her to his chest, his hips surging as he worked his length inside her.

Gabby anchored herself to the desk, certain it was the only way she’d be able to withstand the pleasure.

It was beautiful and wild, and she clamped her eyes closed, allowing the warring sensations to crash over her.

Within minutes—or perhaps it was hours—her legs began to quake, and Gabby dropped her head and sobbed as her orgasm loomed. Sebastian didn’t slow his pace, but quickly maneuvered a hand into her bodice, where he clutched her breast.

“Ella, now. Come for me now.”

His imperious tone pushed her over the edge, and Gabby wailed his name as she was swept under.

Moments later, Sebastian thrust into her one last time, gripping her hips with bruising strength as he spent deep inside her.

With an exhausted sigh, he gathered her in his arms and collapsed onto the chair.

Neither of them spoke, for they had already expressed everything with their bodies. Instead, Gabby rested her head on Sebastian’s chest and closed her eyes, desperate to hold on to this satisfaction for as long as it would last.