Rush

toward his
     growing erection. The tip bounced against her lips and then he pushed, forcefully
     opening her lips to his advance.
    Then he was inside her, pressing deep, rubbing back and forth over her tongue. He
     was even more intense than usual, and she wondered just how affected he’d been by
     Lisa’s visit. Was he even now trying to erase her presence in his office?
    But then she caught the look in his eyes and she softened all over. He was angry.
     Not at her. There was need. Almost desperation in his gaze. His hands roamed freely
     over her head and then to her face, caressing, touching, almost as if he were apologizing
     for that desperate need.
    She reached up and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and then gently pushed
     him away with her other hand so she could lever up further on her knees. She slowed
     his pace, taking him in long, leisurely sucks.
    This would be no mindless release for him. She would showhim her love, even if he didn’t want it. He needed it. He needed her. Even if it was
     the last thing he’d ever tell her.
    Her hand coaxing up and down in time with her mouth, she gripped him, working from
     base to tip, letting the tip dangle precariously on her lips before sucking him in
     whole again.
    “Goddamn, Mia,” Gabe breathed. “Goddamn, what you do to me.”
    His hips bucked forward and the warm, salty burst of his release filled her mouth,
     and still she sucked him deeper, wanting all of him, taking all of him. She lavished
     every bit of love and attention on him, taking him sweetly, moving slowly, and forgoing
     the frantic pace of earlier.
    She licked from the head to his balls, leaving no inch of him untouched.
    Finally she slid her mouth down and allowed him to slip from her lips. She stared
     up at him, a picture of perfect submission—of acceptance. And she allowed him to see
     her. Really see her.
    He flinched and then he lowered himself to his knees in front of her so they were
     nearly eye level. And then he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as his
     body heaved from the ease she’d given him.
    “I can’t be without you,” he whispered. “You have to stay, Mia.”
    She stroked her hands over his back and then up to his head and held him lovingly.
    “I’m not going anywhere, Gabe.”

chapter twenty-one
    Mia bent over Gabe’s desk, palms flat on the surface, her skirt hiked up as Gabe withdrew
     the plug. She closed her eyes and breathed out her relief. She’d been on the edge
     the entire afternoon. Now maybe she could come down off that edgy high.
    Gabe carefully cleaned her bottom, taking his time smoothing the cloth over her flesh
     before lowering her skirt and giving her a light pat.
    “Go get your things. We’ll run by the apartment to change and then we’ll go to dinner.”
    She wanted to sag onto the desk and lie there for the next fifteen minutes while she
     recovered from teetering on the edge for so long. Instead of reprimanding her for
     not immediately following his order, Gabe slid his hands over her shoulders and then
     lifted her upward, pulling her into his arms.
    She snuggled into his embrace, inhaling his spicy scent and his warmth. He kissed
     the top of her head and murmured, “I know I push too hard, but God help me, I can’t
     seem to do anything else.”
    She smiled against him and hugged him, wrapping her arms around him to squeeze. He
     seemed surprised by the gesture. He went still but then he squeezed her tighter against
     him and buried his face in her hair.
    “Don’t let me change you, Mia,” he whispered. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
    But he had changed her. Irrevocably. She’d never be the same.
    When he let her go, he turned away, almost as if he loathed the fact that he’d whispered
     what he had. She straightened her clothing and pretended not to see his discomfort.
     She went to her desk, grabbed her purse and then turned back to Gabe, a bright smile
     on her face.
    “Shall we go?”
    Gabe held out his arm and she went ahead of him, his hand pressed to her back as he
     let them out of his office. They said their good-byes to Eleanor who was preparing
     to leave as well and then they ran into Ash at the elevator.
    Mia’s heart plummeted. Wasn’t he supposed to be at a dinner meeting with Jace? God,
     what if he’d tried to go into Gabe’s office? Had he been there and found it locked?
     Worse, could he have heard anything?
    “Ash, I thought you were with Jace,” Gabe said