Thirty Nine

Book:Rich Love Published:2024-6-2

He said he left something in his room and asked Jamie to company him upstairs. He was quiet, his expression was unreadable. He leaned his back in the elevator and studied her from the back. She could almost feel his eyes gazing up and down her back. The silent elevator ride felt like forever before it finally dinged.
They walked up to his room without saying anything. She was nervous, he was awfully quiet. When they entered the room, he locked the door, double locked it. She turned to him, he’s got one hand in his pocket.
“Did you mean what you said?” his voice was low and suspicious.
“About what?”
He came close to her, so close she could feel his breath on her face. “You would fuck the first person you find who would get it off you?” His eyes darkened.
She cringed, he heard it, “I was just goofing around with Perry.”
“With my baby inside you?” his gaze was as sharp as a knife.
“No … I was joking,” she was turned on by how close he was.
He charged with a kiss, it felt angry, but lustful at the same time. He broke away. She didn’t want him to.
She wanted him, she pulled his face and kissed him.
His hand slipped between the parting of her dress, through her thigh he made his way inside her panties.
“You’re wet,” he touched her gently.
She moaned.
He kept going.
She liked it. They were going to do it. “What about the party?” she asked between her sighs.
“They don’t need us there … they just want to be invited.” He turned her over, put both her hands on the foyer table. He lifted her dress and pulled down her pantties.
“Bend over,” he said as he unbuttoned his pants.
“Spread your legs,” his voice was soft yet commanding.
He’d been thinking the same thing ever since he laid his eyes on her that night.
He entered her carefully, his hand on her tummy.
She whimpered softly as he started to move back and forth. “Is that okay?” He didn’t want to hurt her.
She nodded, “Faster.”
He kissed her back and whispered, “You didn’t say please.”
She reached her arm back and touched the back of his head to pull him closer, “Gabriel … please … I need you,” turned her head and kissed him.
She gripped the table, his hands met hers. His tall firm body hovered behind her as he moved faster and sent her to a different state of consciousness. She tilted her head back, his lips on her neck, his tongue in her ear.
She needed him. She’d been needing him for a while and he was there. He pulled back before he pounded hard as he felt her closing in around him. She cried a loud moan. He came inside her, where he wanted to be.
He cleared her hair to the side so he could kiss her shoulder. She was still holding on to the table, gasping for air. He pulled himself out slowly, “Better?” he asked.
She laughed. She turned around. Her face blushed in different shades of red, “Kiss me.”
He kissed her, but this time felt more like a lover’s kiss. His breath, her breath, his tongue, their mouth and it lingered.
“I think you tore off my dress,” she said when they broke away.
He was putting his pants back on and tidied up his shirt. “Do you want to change?” He put on his cufflinks.
She nodded, still tired from the session. “I’ll be down when I’m ready.”
He put his jacket back on, good as new.
“Wait,” she said. She took a tissue and wiped the lipstick stain around his lips. It was the closest they’ve ever felt like a couple. “I have to retouch my makeup,” she added.
He put his hand on the small of her back and kissed the curve of her neck, “Let’s do this again later.” His deep soothing voice was already turning her on again.
“Okay,” she agreed.
She leaned her back on the door after he left. Her whole body felt energized, she pressed her lips together. It felt so good to be touched by him. She smelled like him, even his sweat smells like his cologne and it was all over her.
She wished she didn’t have to change but her dress was ripped at the parting, such a shame.
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“That took you awhile? What happened to your dress?” Perry asked when she came back with a tight black mini dress covered with a black leather jacket.
It was the outfit she chose herself for the party, something more like her.
“He tore it,” she replied with a wink.
Perry laughed, “I’m glad you’re taking the next step.”
“Are we? I don’t know … what if it’s just a booty call?”
“With a four month pregnant woman? No offense, Jamie, you’re stunningly beautiful … but he could’ve chosen anyone from this room for a booty call and tore off their dresses.”
She thought for a moment, “You have a point … I don’t feel too sexy myself, it’s a good thing the baby hadn’t tried to kick yet … it would’ve killed it for me.”
“Judging from the way he’s looking at you … there’s gonna be a follow up round later?” Perry whispered in her ear.
Gabriel was standing across the room with a drink in his hand. He was surrounded by a group of people but his eyes were glued to her.
“God I could melt just by being stared like that,” she muttered.
“You are in heat, woman, I think he can smell you from where he’s standing,” Perry said.
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He slid down her jacket slowly, ran his hand along her arm and kissed the nape of her neck.
She closed her eyes, the hairs on her body stood up.
The party was finally over, they were going back to his room.
‘Touch me again’ she screamed inside.
The walk to the suite couldn’t be any faster. He was already undressing in the corridor. Once they were inside, she unbuttoned his pants as he stared her down, he was hungry for her.
They kissed, slowly approached the bed. Their clothes were dropping on the floor. Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed, she stood in front of him.
“Let me look at you,” he said.
She took off the last piece of clothing on her and revealed her stomach.
He touched it with both hands and kissed it.
“Are you scared?” she asked.
“Of your belly?”
She nodded.
“No …” he sat her down on his lap facing each other. “I think it’s the most beautiful thing, making love to the mother of my child.”