He lay there for several long minutes, gradually softening, lessening the tension and stretching sensation. And then he withdrew from her ass, rising up and then backing away.
She lay there trying to process what had just happened. Her thoughts were scattered. She was still euphoric after a mind-numbing orgasm. Her ass was sore from his spanking and from his thorough possession. But she’d never been more satisfied than she was right now.
He returned to wipe her clean with a warm washcloth. Then he went back to the bathroom, and she heard the shower turn on. A moment later he was back and gently picking her up from the bed.
He carried her into the bathroom and set her down in front of the shower. Then he stepped in and drew her in behind him. She sighed when the hot water rained down over her. And holy crap, but what a decadent experience to have Gabe take care of her completely.
He washed every inch of her, lavishing attention on her ass where the redness still remained. By the time he was finished going over her body, she was breathless and aching all over again.
After he had rinsed all the soap from her skin, he cleaned himself and then turned off the water. He stepped out first and then held out a towel for her to walk into. He wrapped her fully and hugged her to his chest.
“God, you spoil me,” she breathed.
She lifted her head just in time to see a smile curve his lips. The man was absolutely sinful.
He finished drying her body and then allowed her to wrap the towel around her hair.
“Don’t bother getting dressed,” he called as she walked back toward the bedroom.
She smiled at the promise in his voice. No, she wouldn’t need anything to wear for quite a while, she imagined. It was only Saturday night and they had nowhere to be until Monday morning.
chapter twenty-eight
“Gabe, I have to run these documents down to John so he can look them over before we leave for Paris. I also have to pick up the marketing plans from him. I thought I’d grab us lunch so we can eat in the office.”
Gabe glanced up to see Mia standing close to his desk, question in her eyes. He checked the time and saw that indeed it was past time for lunch. He and Mia had been working the entire morning in preparation for their trip to Paris this afternoon.
Part of him was tempted to keep her sequestered in his office where he could see and touch her at all times. Have someone else go get lunch for them. It was an urge he had to fiercely restrain.
Even after spending the entire weekend with her in bed, exhausting them both, he hadn’t had enough of her.
“That’s fine. Don’t go far. The deli down the block is fine. You know what I like.”
She smiled, her eyes gleaming suggestively at his remark. The little tease did know exactly what he liked in exacting detail. And if she didn’t leave now, he was going to be helpless against his reaction.
“Go,” he said in a husky voice laced with need. “If you don’t stop looking at me that way, we’ll never get to Paris.”
Her soft laughter filled the air and his ears as she turned to walk from his office. He experienced a moment of panic when she closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in the now-empty office.
It wasn’t the same when she wasn’t here, occupying the same space as he was. It was like having clouds move in on a sunny day.
He refocused his attention on the information in front of him, refusing to watch the clock and wait for Mia’s return.
Eleanor buzzed him, interrupting his concentration, and he frowned.
“What is it, Eleanor?”
“Sir, Mrs. Hamilton is here to see you. Uh, Lisa Hamilton.”
Gabe blew out his breath and closed his eyes. Not now for God’s sake. Had the world around him gone insane? His father was pursuing his mother and now Lisa was sniffing around again. He’d made it clear to her the last time she’d dragged into his office that he had no desire to see her again, and over his dead body would they ever reconcile.
Maybe he hadn’t been quite as clear as he thought.
“Send her in,” Gabe bit out.
Evidently he was going to have to get his point across in a way she couldn’t possibly misunderstand.
A moment later, Lisa opened his door and walked in, perfectly made-up, not a hair out of place. But then she’d always looked and acted perfect.
His gaze narrowed when he saw that she was wearing her wedding rings—rings he’d given her. It disgusted him to see any reminders of his possession of her.
“Gabe, we need to talk,” she said.
She settled into the chair in front of Gabe’s desk without waiting for him to issue the invitation or to toss her out, either one.
“There’s nothing for us to discuss,” he said mildly.
Her brow furrowed and the first sign of emotion flared in her eyes.