Free Scandal Never Sleeps by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake Page B

down his spine. He hissed out and tried to shove in even deeper, but her pussy was so tight. He withdrew slightly. She was so wet and ready, the friction felt perfect. Mind blowing. Damn, he couldn’t remember any woman who had ever responded so quickly and completely to his touch. He knew he’d never had one give herself so honestly.
    Their bodies were like one. Eve enveloped him in a grip so tight and hot. And he loved every second of their closeness.
    He crushed her to the mattress while he thrust back in, so deep, every inch a pure, toe-curling pleasure. So good. No, fucking amazing. Every time he pushed into her, he swore it couldn’t get better . . . and then it did. His heart raced. His blood sang. Tingles erupted. Hell, his head swam with euphoria. He couldn’t last. She was too hot, too perfect. The sensory overload was too damn much.
    He settled into a hard rhythm, pushing them both to the brink. The bed squeaked. The duvet abraded his knees. Gabe didn’t care.
    Instead, he focused on Eve, angling up until he found that spot that made her gasp and call out his name. Her pussy clenched, nearly strangling his dick with exquisite pressure, and he couldn’t hold back a second more. As she moaned out an incoherent cry, he felt her flutter and grip him as she came in his arms. That was it. He was done for. With a primal shout, he let go.
    The orgasm shook him, seemingly endless. With a long groan, he thrust in relentlessly, soaring with a dizzying pleasure. Sweating, he pulled back as sensation raked him to new heights.
    Gabe repeated the motion until the ecstasy seized his muscles. Pleasure exploded again. He let out a shocked, hoarse cry, until he couldn’t even gasp for another breath. Until he felt dizzy and replete. Until he had nothing left to give.
    Finally, he fell on top of her, spent—for the moment.
    A peace settled over him, and he rested his head on her breast. He listened to her heart beat in a rapid, measured rhythm.
    In that moment, Gabe didn’t think he’d ever get tired of this . . . of her.
    They were only supposed to have this night. He’d picked a hotel instead of his penthouse because he’d wanted to have her, then leave as soon as he’d finished. But he knew in that instant he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He needed more. Even as he lay on top of her, still tucked inside her and panting, the thought of having her again made his cock begin to swell once again.
    “Stay the night with me.” He lifted his head to look down at her.
    A languid smile spread across her face. “All right, but I think you said something about food.”
    “Well, I always try to take care of a lady.” He leaned down and kissed her.
    He’d bought a few more hours with her, maybe even the whole night.
    Gabe intended to make it count.

FOUR

    E verly came awake slowly, not wanting to leave the sweet dream she’d found herself in. She was safe and perfectly happy. With Gabriel’s arms wrapped around her middle, the heat of his body warmed her. She smiled in contentment.
    And then she felt a hand on her breast. Her grin became a moan. “Tell me it’s not morning yet.”
    He moved in closer, his lips caressing her neck. “It’s still early. The sun’s not quite up. I don’t have to be anywhere for hours. How about you?”
    “Not for a while.” She still needed time to process Mad’s death, the turn of her life, her future . . . But she didn’t have to do it today.
    Gabe rolled her over and his mouth caught hers. “Good. Then we have time. I already called for coffee. It should be here in twenty minutes or so. We can take a shower. Then I’ll call in for some breakfast. I find myself very hungry.”
    He’d been hungry all night. Gabriel had taken her over and over the night before. After the first time he’d made love to her, he’d called down to the concierge and ordered a bottle of champagne, dinner fortwo, and a box of extra large condoms. She’d blushed at the idea that some random bellboy was