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Our kiss deepens, and Gage’s hand wraps around my thigh, situating himself between them. His body pressed against mine, his chest against my breasts and his hips against the back of my thighs. We’re molded together like two pieces of a puzzle.

The kiss is intense, passionate, and all-consuming. It’s like we’re drowning in each other, unable to come up for air. Gage’s tongue explores my mouth, dancing with mine in a sensual rhythm. I feel myself getting lost in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure of his kiss.

Breaking apart for a moment to catch our breath, Gage looks at me with eyes that are blazing with desire. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he says, his voice low and husky.

“I’ve wanted you too,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gage’s eyes flash with heat, and he leans in again, his lips crashing down on mine. This time, the kiss is more intense, more passionate. We’re not just kissing, we’re devouring each other. Our tongues are tangled, our lips are pressed tightly together, and our bodies are molded against each other.

As we kiss, Gage’s hands start to roam over my body.

He gently caresses my face, his touch lingering on my neck before moving to my shoulders.

His fingers trail down my arms, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel like I’m melting into his touch, the warmth of his skin searing into mine. A delicious oblivion.

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our bodies are pressed together so tightly that I can feel his heart beating against mine. We’re synchronized in our passion, moving together like two lovers who have known each other’s bodies for years.

Gasping for breath, we pull apart, and that’s when I see it, the intense, burning desire in Gage’s eyes. “I want you,” he murmurs. He thrusts against me, grinding himself against my clit.

My response came out as a moan. “I want you too.”

Gage’s eyes flash with heat again, and he leans in. We’re not just kissing now; we’re making love with our mouths. I notice his grimace and he tries to hide it. This must be excruciating for him, so I push against his chest. “Lie down.”

He sits up on his knees, and I raise a brow at him.

“Go on, listen like a good boy. ” Gage looks at me in surprise but leans back, getting comfortable with a pillow under his head for support, and I climb on top of him.

Straddling his waist, I lean down and let my lips ghost over his ear.

“Look at you, following orders.” Placing a kiss just under his earlobe before moving to his neck.

“I’m great at taking orders,” his hands grabbing my ass through the fabric of my jeans and pushing himself against my center, sighing quietly. A playful grin creeps across my face as I grind down against him, nibbling at his lower lip when he gets harder beneath me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Gage groans, his voice low as he presses a kiss on my jaw, bucking his hips, letting me feel how I’m making him feel. Delicious pressure builds low in my belly as I let my body’s instinct take over.

“ Fuck ,” moaning into his neck. I move my hips back and forth with the pressure increasing the more my clit rubs against Gage’s now fully hard cock. He has a firm grip on my hips and I just know there are going to be little bruises tomorrow from his fingertips.

The idea of that makes my heart flutter.

“Come on, let me hear you,” Gage grunts as he thrusts his hips up while dragging me against him simultaneously.

“I bet you sound so pretty when you come, Ale.” I finally give in and let out the moans slip out and he groans in approval.

“That’s my girl.” Gage shuts his eyes, letting his head drop to the pillow.

I knew from the way his hands tightened on my hips and his breathing became more erratic that he was getting close to coming.

So I lean back down again, latching my lips onto his neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin while I let him control the pace.

“You can’t leave marks,” he whimpers. “N-not on my neck.”

With a wicked smile, I lean in close to his ear, my warm breath grazing his skin.

“Who said anything about your neck?” I whisper, my voice dripping with desire.

Gage’s eyes widen in surprise. I trail kisses along his jawline, savoring the taste of his skin.

My lips dance across his collarbone as I reach down, grabbing the hem of his shirt.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts, lifting so I can pull his shirt up over his head. I explore every inch of his chest with my mouth as my hands roam free, tracing the contours of his sculpted body. I carefully avoid the bandaged area of his ribs but kiss around it.

Gage’s breath becomes ragged, his grip on my hips tightening as I tease him relentlessly.

I pause for a moment, looking up at him through hooded eyes, before finally giving in to the temptation.

His hands thread through my hair, pulling my mouth back up to his as I take back control, grinding on him, pushing us both to that point of no return.

“Shit,” he gasps into my mouth, feeling my thighs tighten around his hips. “That’s it. Come for me, Hermosa .”

Lost in the sensations, time becomes a blur.

Gage’s moans grow louder, matching the rhythm of our bodies as we move as one.

The tension in the room reaches its breaking point, and when he thrusts his hips again, I come, my body trembling against his.

Gage swallows my moans in a desperate attempt to not wake the baby, but he isn’t quick enough.

Zoe lets out a piercing cry that snaps us back to reality. We jerk our heads up, stare at her, and watch her little fists swing through the air as she expresses her discomfort. We look at each other and laugh because something like this would happen.

“At least one of us got to finish.” He chuckles as I scramble off of him and rush towards her.

“We can fix that later.”

I unbuckle her from the seat and rock her in my arms, getting her to calm back down. Returning to the counter, I grab her bottle out of the warmer; the glass still feels slightly warm in my hand. Just as I begin to walk toward the chair, Gage speaks up.

“Bring her here. I’ll feed her.” He’s still lying down and when I’m in front of him, he holds out his arms for her. I place Zoe in his waiting arms and she roots against his chest. Handing him the bottle, he winces as he situates himself to feed her.

I don’t know if I should leave them to bond or stay. What if he needs some space after what just happened?

Don’t overthink things, Ale.

“You too.” His voice cuts through the barrage of mental anguish I’m putting myself through.

“Huh?” My eyes find his, confused by his words.

“There’s enough room for you to lie with us.”

It’s so intimate. Something a nanny shouldn’t be part of. But he is inviting me into the space with them. I stare at the spot where he has his arm raised, waiting for me to join them.

“I should finish getting lunch ready.” Averting his gaze, I look back over at our waiting lunch.

“Ale.”

Give in, Ale. You know you want to. You want him and he wants you.

“Okay,” I scoot next to him, resting my head on his bare chest, taking the bottle from him and holding it to feed her while he wraps his arm around my back. “What are we going to do, Gage?”

Looking up at him, he pushes my hair from my forehead and places a soft kiss before saying, “I have no fucking clue.”