What's Your Price

“What the hell, Gabe?”

“You know, I like you being jealous. It’s unfounded. You’ve got no reason to be, but I like it. However, I don’t like that tone, and seeing as you’ve been teasing me with this for some time, I think it’s the best place to do this.”

“To do what?”

“Bend over the sink and make sure you can see yourself in the mirror.”

She folded her arms beneath her chest. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He removed his jacket, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves.

Her breaths had started to deepen. “You can’t do this here.”

“Babe, I think it’s time you realized I can do whatever the hell I want.” He smiled at her. “Bend over. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

She tapped her fingers at her side and then, she gripped the edge of the sink, bending over.

He stepped up behind her and slid the dress she wore out of the way. He caught sight of the thong between her cheeks. “That, baby, isn’t going to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting.”

He raised his palm, staring at her in the mirror, and brought it down with a smack.

She jerked forward, cried out, and then groaned.

“You’ve been very naughty. You have no reason to be jealous, and you have no reason to think anyone will ever replace you.” Down again, he brought his hand, hitting her ass twice, three times.

He alternated between each cheek, getting her ass lovely and red.

“Please,” she said.

He pressed his hand between her thighs to find her soaking wet.

“So fucking dirty. I love it.” He didn’t care he’d let the L-word slip. It was the truth. He loved how dirty she got. Her appetite for fucking rivaled his own. She was as insatiable as him.

After releasing his cock from the tight confines of his pants, he gripped the length, pressed to her entrance, and slammed balls deep inside her.

They both cried out as he pulled all the way out of her until only the tip of him remained, and he slammed back in.

Tugging the dress out of the way, he exposed her tits, cupping them in his hands as he pounded inside her.

“Gabe! Gabe! Gabe!” His name was a mantra spilling from her lips.

The echo flooded his senses, heightening his arousal and making him hornier for more. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was fire in his arms.

Sliding his hand up, he cupped her neck, drawing her back so he could take possession of her mouth. He pushed his tongue inside and she kissed him deeply.

He reached between them and stroked her clit. With only a few touches, she came apart.

Her orgasm set off his own. Spilling his seed into her waiting cunt, he growled against her throat. “Fuck, me, Laura. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I don’t want you to get enough of me.”

He paused as he heard her confession. At the same time, he realized something else. He hadn’t worn a condom.

“You didn’t wear anything,” Laura said.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“Neither was I.”

He eased out of her and made sure the thong she wore slid in place, but he saw some of his cum spill from her pussy. He grabbed some tissue, cleaning her up.

“You’ve ruined my dress,” she said, chuckling.

“I can buy you a new one.”

“It’s not the dress I’m worried about.” She turned toward him. “How can I go out there?”

He removed his jacket. “I think I’ve been here long enough. You want to take this back home?”

She moved toward him, and he helped her to put the jacket back on. He ran his fingers down the front, fixing it in place.

“What are you thinking right now?” she asked.

He looked up at her. There was something in her eyes. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was, just that he needed to be able to read her.

His thoughts went blank. “You look beautiful in anything.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Nothing. I hope no one sees me like this. If the press like to publish everything, I’m sure they’d have a field day with this.”

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I’ll protect you always.”

“I know you will.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He’d missed something, but he wasn’t sure exactly what.

Chapter Nine

“I’m in your office, and no booby trap has gone off,” Laura said.

“I don’t have booby traps.”

“I don’t think I like coming to this office. It’s kind of scary. This is where you do all of your bad deeds.” She wrinkled her nose. “You ever thought about opening a window? It smells kind of stuffy in here.”

“Stop distracting me. The file is on my desk. Can you go to it?”

She went to his desk, wiped her nose on some tissue, and saw what he was talking about. He talked her through the information he wanted. She grabbed the cell phone he’d made her bring. She took a screenshot and sent it to him. Then at his request, deleted everything.