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doing was making him want her more, the friction of her
body rubbing against his making him hot, making his cock twitch in
anticipation.
“Gage! Stop!” Kate’s frantic whispers made
him smile.
“Why? What’s so bad about making love? You
love me, right? I love you, right? So, okay. Let me show you how
much.” He lifted his head, kissing her hard, cutting off her
protests.
Gage slid his hands up Kate’s bare legs. She picked a great day to finally wear a skirt. She’d told
him she’d wanted to look presentable for the real estate agent.
With gentle pressure, he spread her legs, working his fingers
beneath the edge of her panties, feeling how hot and wet she was.
He lifted his head, looking up at her. She was looking at the open
bedroom door, not at him. With one finger he turned her face so she
was looking at him.
“Kate…you’re a naughty girl. Do you know how
wet you are? I think the idea of getting caught is a big turn on
for you.”
“Gage, no, we can’t…this is someone else’s
bed.” She was shaking her head, but Gage could see the flush of
arousal rising in her cheeks.
“Kate, stop talking and let me fuck you.
Okay? The longer you protest the more likely we’re going to get
caught.” Gage silenced her again with another kiss.
This time he felt her hands working at the
snap and zipper of his jeans, his hard cock pushing against the
material. He reached down, pushing his jeans over his hips, moving
himself over Kate. Gage hooked his fingers into the elastic of her
panties, sliding them down her legs. As soon as she was free of
them, she spread her legs beneath him, her skirt sliding up her
hips.
Gage looked down at Kate. Her eyes were
flitting to the open door behind him, nervously biting her lip.
“You look sexy as hell when you do that.”
Gage reached up, stroking her lips.
“Do what? Oh, yeah. Um…Gage…hurry or she’s
going to catch us.” Kate glanced over his shoulder again.
Gage propped himself on one elbow, looking
down at Kate. She looked up at him in alarm.
“Gage!” she whispered fiercely. “What has
gotten into you?” She struggled beneath him, trying to pull her
skirt down.
“Oh, I forgot. There’s something I’ve been
meaning to tell you.” Gage reached into the pocket of his shirt,
pulling out a shiny silver key.
Kate looked up at him, a puzzled frown on her
face. “What? A key…for…what?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her, glancing around
the room. “For here. I bought it yesterday. For us.”
Kate was completely still beneath him, her
eyes wide. “You bought this apartment yesterday? When?”
“I was just finishing up with Rachel when you
came in. A minute earlier and you’d have walked in on me faxing
back the signed papers.” He kissed her briefly, but she didn’t
return his kiss.
“So, now, can we finish what we started here?
Rachel is long gone. She just met us here so she could hand over
the keys.”
Kate was still staring at him. For a brief
instant, panic took hold of Gage. She hates it. Oh, god, what
have I done.
Then, with a squeal, she threw her arms
around his neck, pulling him to her. He rolled over with her, and
they came to rest with her sitting on top of him, straddling his
hips. Gage rested his hands on her thighs, looking up at her face.
Her long hair swung forward, covering her radiant smile for a
moment. She flipped it back, resting her hands on his
shoulders.
“Gage Stevens, you never cease to amaze me.
You bought this place? Really?” She looked around the room. “But
it’s got furniture.”
“Yeah, it comes semi-furnished. Couch, beds,
table, and a few chairs. But we can buy everything that we need
together, replace the stuff we don’t like, find all the things that
will make it ours. Right now it’s a big white box with a great
view.”
“Oh, but I love it, Gage. It’s perfect.” Kate
leaned down, kissing him hard. “And I love you.”
Gage slid his hands up her thighs, beneath
the edge of her skirt. “So,
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