Entwined With You

cries.
    His race to orgasm was wildly exciting, as was his complete control of my body. I could only lie there and take it, take his lust and hunger, servicing him as he had me. The friction of his thrusts was delicious, a steady rubbing and pulling that made me crazed with desire.
    I wished I could see him; see his eyes when they lost their focus and pleasure took him, his face a grimace of agonized ecstasy. I loved that I could affect him so fiercely, that my body felt so good to him, that sex with me shattered his defenses.
    He shuddered and cursed. His cock lengthened, thickening as his balls tightened and drew up. “Eva … Christ. I love you.”
    I felt the lash of his semen inside me, pumping hot and thick. I bit my lip to stem my cry. I was so hot for him, so close.
    Releasing my wrists, he wrapped me up, the fingers of one hand sliding into my cleft and rubbing my swollen clit. I came while he was still pumping, my sex milking his spurting cock as he emptied himself inside me. His lips were on my cheek, his breath gusting hot and moist across my skin, low rumbles spilling from his chest as he came hard and long.
    We were both panting as our orgasms eased, leaning heavily on each other.
Swallowing hard, I spoke breathlessly. “I guess you like the ring.” His rough laugh filled me with joy.
    F IVE minutes later, I lay wilted and sated on the couch, unable to move. Gideon sat at his desk looking pristine and perfect, radiating the health and vitality of a well-fucked male.
    He went through the teleconference without a hitch in his stride, speaking mostly English, but opening and closing with conversational Japanese, his voice deep and smooth. His gaze slid over me now and again, his mouth curving in a ghost of a smile laced with undeniable masculine triumph.
    I supposed he was entitled to it, considering I had so many postorgasmic endorphins floating through my system I felt almost drunk.
    Gideon finished his call and stood, shrugging out of his jacket again. The gleam in his eyes told me why.
    Mustering the energy to raise my brows, I asked, “We’re not leaving?”
    “Of course we are. But not yet.”
    “Maybe you should cut back on those vitamins, ace.”
    His lips twitched as he freed the buttons of his vest. “I’ve spent too many days fantasizing about fucking you on that couch. We haven’t covered even half of those fantasies yet.”
    I stretched, deliberately enticing him. “Can we still be naughty now that we’re married?”
    From the spark that lit his amazing eyes, I could guess his views on that.
    By the time we left the Crossfire at nearly nine o’clock, Gideon had answered the question definitively.

21
    G IDEON AND I were sitting on the floor of my living room eating pizza in our sweats when Cary came in a little after ten o’clock. Tatiana was with him. I reached across Gideon for a packet of Parmesan cheese and whispered, “Baby mama.”
    He winced. “She’s trouble. Poor guy.”
    That was my thought exactly as the tall blonde walked in and wrinkled her nose rudely at our pizza. Then she caught sight of Gideon and flashed a come-hither smile.
    I took a deep breath and told myself to let it go.
    “Hey, Cary,” Gideon greeted my best friend before tossing his arm over my shoulder and burying his face in my neck.
    “Hey,” Cary said. “What are you guys watching?”
    “
End of Watch
,” I answered. “It’s really good. You two want to join us?”
    “Sure.” Cary caught Tatiana’s hand and led her toward the couch.
    Shedidn’t have the grace to hide her disapproval of the idea.
    They sat on the couch and settled into a comfortable tangle that was obviously familiar for them. Gideon pushed the pizza box their way. “Help yourselves, if you’re hungry.”
    Cary snagged a slice, while Tatiana complained about him jostling her. I was bummed that she couldn’t be more comfortable hanging out. If she was going to have Cary’s baby, she was going to be in my life, and I hated the thought of that relationship being awkward.
    In the end, they didn’t stay in the living room long. She insisted that the handheld camera shots in the movie made her queasy, and Cary took her back to his room. A short while later, I thought I heard her laughing, making me think her biggest problem was the need to keep Cary all to herself. I could understand that insecurity. I was intimately familiar with it myself.
    “Relax,” Gideon murmured, urging me to lean into his chest. “We’ll work