His head falls back against the chair and he grins down at me, wrapping his fingers around mine.
“Come up here, baby,” he says.
I climb onto his lap and he spreads my legs so that I’m straddling him. His thumb casually strokes my clit while he wraps the other hand around the base of my neck, kissing and nipping at my lips. He swallows my cries, and in a matter of moments, I’m exploding around his fingers. The orgasm is blinding and intense, and it takes me several minutes of Gabriel’s comforting touch to come back down.
When I do, I realize that he’s moved me to the bed. Somehow in the course of the last few minutes, he’s managed to start binding my ankles and wrists.
I release a shaky breath as he strokes my cheek affectionately.
“You ready for round two?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say resolutely.
“Good.” He grins. “Because I’m going to fuck you all day long.”
Chapter Thirteen
Victoria
True to Gabriel’s promise, he fucked me all day long. We only paused for some necessary sustenance and a power nap. I’m incredibly sore, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face. Everything is just as it should be. Finally.
“C’mon.” Gabriel smacks me on the ass with a grin. “Time to get up. I’ll help you shower.”
“I doubt we’d get much showering done.” I yawn.
“We have to,” he says, dragging the pad of his thumb across my lips. “Our guest will be here soon.”
“Guest?” I wrinkle my brows in confusion.
For some reason, I just assumed we’d be going out somewhere.
“Yep,” Gabriel replies, not giving anything away. “You have twenty minutes, so unless you want to meet him naked, I suggest you get dressed.”
I drag myself from the bed with a groan, and as promised, Gabriel helps me shower. He’s all business, though, and just as soon as we are dressed he tugs me to the kitchen and deposits me at the breakfast bar.
He gathers some glasses from the cupboards and starts pouring drinks while I watch him in fascination. When the doorbell rings, he gives me a nervous smile before opening it.
A man in his late fifties steps inside, greeting Gabriel warmly. At first I think he must be one of his business associates, but the longer I look at him, I know that can’t possibly be the case.
Though he’s wearing a suit, it’s a bit more on the eclectic side with red suspenders and a bowtie. He completes the look with thick black framed glasses and a walking cane though I’m not sure if it’s for decoration or actual use.
He swings his gaze in my direction and quirks an eyebrow as though he’s deciding something for himself before Gabriel introduces us.
“Arthur, this is Victoria. Victoria, Arthur Huckabee.”
The name sounds familiar, but I can’t quite place it, so I give him a nervous smile and hold out my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Arthur.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” He bows dramatically, kissing the back of my hand before taking a seat beside me.
Gabriel seems to relax once he’s seated, holding up the two bottles of wine he’s pulled from the fridge.
“Pick your poison, Arthur.”
“As if you even have to ask.” Arthur laughs heartily. “I’ll take some red, my dear boy. The color of passion.”
Gabriel grins at the expression on my face, which I’m sure is one of confusion. I still don’t know who this man is or what he’s doing here, but I actually kind of like him already. He’s quirky and a little over the top, but all of the best people usually are.
Arthur swirls the wine in his glass like a true connoisseur, smelling and tasting its true essence as he sips. “Let’s get down to business then,” he says as he smacks his lips together. “And then I can decide whether I like the wine or not. Nothing brings out the taste like a beautiful piece of art.”
Gabriel nods and gives me a sheepish grin before he pulls a large folder from one of the kitchen drawers, sliding it in front of Arthur. When he opens it up, I feel all of the blood drain from my face.
Inside is something so intimate, so personal, my cheeks are burning with embarrassment.
“Ah yes.” Arthur pushes his glasses further up his nose. “Gabriel told me you had an affinity for black and white.”