Gabriel’s eyes danced as he looked at me from across the table. “What sort of feeling is that?”
Emboldened by the alcohol and the look in Gabriel’s eyes, I licked my lips as I looked up at the heavy drapes that hung over the booth. A surge of something hot and delicious went through me then as I reached up to untie the drape that was pulled back. Maybe it was the few glasses of wine, but I felt particularly braver than usual. The red curtain fell with a gentle swoosh of fabric. I tried to peer through the dark curtains. The only bit of light we had was the small candle at the center of the table.
“Wow,” I said. “You really can’t see anything through the curtains,” I said thickly.
“Nope, not one thing.”
I turned at the sound of Gabriel clearing the huskiness from of his voice. It occurred to me then that the few drinks he’d consumed over the past hour were affecting him just as much as me. His eyes were bright and clear but also lazy in his contentment.
I couldn’t say what spurred me on to scoot across the booth to where Gabriel sat, but I felt myself being drawn toward to him.
This is wrong. This is so fucked up.
That rational part of me faded away quickly when Gabriel’s hands skimmed along the back of my arms to grip my shoulders. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to pull me closer or push me away. I needed to pull back, to push him away. This was Gabriel Bradley—my best friend’s father. But the power he had over me was delicious.
I stared into his eyes. They were conflicted as he gazed back at me. Desire. Guilt. I could see it swimming in his eyes. Then, he leaned forward to crush his mouth against mine in a searing kiss that knocked the wind right out of my lungs.
I let out a startled gasp at the contact before the butterfly sensation in my stomach spread throughout my body. I kissed him back, hard. I battled his tongue fiercely as Gabriel’s hands smoothed down the curve of my back to grasp my ass through the fabric of my dress as he pulled me into his lap.
It didn’t matter to me that Alyssa could come walking up to the table at any moment. I couldn’t think of anything else besides the sensation of Gabriel lifting me over his lap to lay me back down on the leather couch. He kissed me expertly, rendering me into putty beneath his lips and hands that were now bunching my dress up over my thighs. Those sinful lips continued down to bite and lick at my neck teasingly. I arched up against him in pleasure as he coaxed a breast out to suck hard at one of my nipples. His other hand skimmed along the inside of my inner thigh.
The first brush of his fingers against the soaked fabric of my panties sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. I buried my fingers into the dark locks of Gabriel’s hair as his fingers pushed aside the fabric to tease the nerves there. His thumb pushed down hard then. My hips jerked up in response to it as I ground against him desperately.
“Gabriel,” I sighed out, running a hand through his hair. “Please. Your fingers feel so good.”
His teeth bit down at the tender skin of my breast. “You feel amazing, Penny. You’re so fucking wet.”
I sucked in my bottom lip to bite down as those dexterous fingers parted me. They rubbed at me with a rough pace meant to bring a quick release. My body jerked and spasmed at the onslaught of his hand against my core. His mouth was biting and teasing the skin of my chest while he panted against me. I reached down to grasp the hard and twitching erection that I could feel through the fabric of his pants.
His hips jerked in response against my touch. The pleasure inside me climbed higher and higher until my peak came bursting over me. I felt Gabriel groan hard against my right breast, biting down there to muffle the noise.
Fuck. Sweat poured down the back of my neck as I gazed up at the dark ceiling of the booth. The sound of cha
tter and laughter washed back over me. I swallowed thickly as I gathered my senses. A conflict of emotions filled me as Gabriel sat back suddenly to grasp at his head with a flushed face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, shaking his head at me. “I took advantage of—”
“You didn’t take advantage of me,” I whispered back, tugging my dress down to cover myself. “I didn’t tell you to stop. I’m sorry.”
We both stared at each other, completely at a loss of what to do exactly. Gabriel was the first one to slide out of the booth, with a troubled frown tugging at his lips. He paused to look at me as he parted the red curtain.
“I’m sorry, Penny,” he said. “I have to go.”
He quickly walked away, leaving me there to wonder what the hell had just happened between the two of us.
CHAPTER SEVEN - GABRIEL
The pounding in my head had little to do with the previous night when I woke to the sound of Neil’s children running down the hallway. After last night, I couldn’t trust myself to go back to the condo. Not after what had transpired so quickly and heatedly with Penny.
Penny fucking Marshall.
Had I really fingered my daughter’s best friend in a nightclub like some sleaze?? I rolled over with a groan to stare up at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. It was still early, judging from the darkness outside, but Neil’s kids were already up and playing before the start of school. I needed to take a long cold shower to get rid of this feeling that lingered inside of me. It was the same damn feeling that had prompted me to kiss Penny in the first place.
It had felt fucking amazing; Penny’s hand on my erection through my pants, stroking with confidence and ease. The feel of her tight and heated flesh on my fingers.
I felt my dick harden against the sheets and blankets at the memory of it replaying in my mind. I threw an arm over my eyes in frustration. I had no idea how I was going to deal with this one. Normally, I would’ve walked away without a single damn regret in my head. I didn’t care much for relationships these days, but this had been Penny. My daughter’s best friend.
Hot guilt coursed through me all over again when I reached down to brush my fingers against my erection. This was the only way that I could concentrate again. I needed a release to be able to function.