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“Wait.” He grabs my hand, not letting me get away just yet. “Is that a yes to the game?”
“That’s a resounding yes.”
“Do you want to bring your friend? Fuck, sorry, what’s her name again?”
“Bower,” I say.
“Yeah, do you want to bring Bower? We can bring Mac and see if anyone else wants to go?”
“I’d love that.”
“Then I’ll let Patrick know.”
I lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you. This means everything to me.”
“Anything for you, Gabby.” And for once in my life, I actually believe this sentiment.This man is so damn amazing.
And he’s mine . . .
Chapter Thirty-One
RYLAND
Mother of fuck.
Gabby slides her robe off her shoulders, revealing a teal strappy lingerie set as I sit in a chair directly across from my bed.
The bra is made of thin ribbons. The cups barely cover her nipples, while the thong sits high on her hips and then another strap across her hips. It’s so fucking sexy that my mouth waters and my hands itch to get a piece of her.
On the bed are a few vibrators and some lube. They’re all appealing, and I want to play with everything. But the one that seems to suck her clit, that’s the one I want to watch her use.
She plays some light music in the background, then walks over to me and places her hand on my shoulder before straddling my lap.
“Fuck, you look hot,” I say as she undulates her body against me, letting my face slide over her cleavage a few times. “Jesus.”
When she pulls away, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. The fabric loosens but doesn’t quite fall off, making me yearn for it to go.
“Take it off,” I say, my voice husky.
She lowers the straps down her arms, then slowly peels the fabric off her breasts and tosses it to the side.
I cup her breasts, and her head falls back. And as she plays with her hair, she rocks over me. I start circling her nipples, playing with them until they’re rock hard. That’s when I tug her nipple between my lips.
“Yes, Ryland,” she whispers. “Just like that.”
My other hand rounds up her back, bringing her in closer as she rocks over my erection. I let my tongue circle her nipple, lap at it, and then I lightly nibble, loving the way she gasps from the gentle touch.
Hell, I love everything about this woman. She’s so responsive, so experimental, and wants everything from me, which gives me so much life. I love the freedom. I love how I can be myself with her and not be judged. And I love how amazing she makes me feel.
“God, I’m throbbing,” she says as she moves away from me and turns around on my lap so her back is to my chest. She leans back so I can look down her body, and that’s when I slide my hand down her stomach and under the small triangle of her thong, feeling just how wet and ready she is.
“Drenched.” I lift her and say, “Strip out of that thong, grab the pink toy, and come sit down on me.”
She lifts off me, keeps her back toward me, and then slips her thumbs under her thong and slowly pushes the fabric down, bending at the waist and giving me one hell of a show. As she grabs her toy, I strip out of my briefs and let my cock spring forward as she comes back to me. I grip the base and start pumping, giving myself some friction for a moment as I take in her body, the swell of her hips and the roundness of her breasts.
“You’re perfect,” I say as I pump a few more times. “So fucking perfect. Now sit on me and get yourself off.”
“You want to be inside me as I get off?” she asks.
