The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 32

Chapter 13 

His body is huge, stretching me to the hilt. His lips are on mine and he stays close, holding me as he loves me, 

“He moans into my mouth and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “It’s too good.” 

But I can’t focus on a word he’s saying because my own orgasm is hitting me like a freight rain. My back arches from the bed as I moan into his mouth. He pumps me harder to let me work it out, and we pant against each other as we kiss. 

Holy hell. 

Perfection. 

It’s late, later than late. 

I’m lying with my leg over Gabriel’s body and he’s facing me on his side. 

We’ve been at it for hours; I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve come. What started out as gentle lovemaking has turned into a rough and ready fuckfest. 

I loved every single minute of it. 

We are freshly showered now, and I can hardly keep my eyes open. 

Gabriel’s fingers are slowly sliding through my swollen sex as he stares at me. It’s not a sexual kind of fingering, it’s a worship kind of touch. He’s feeling where his body is inside of 

mine. 

My eyes are so heavy and they slowly close, he slides his finger inside me and I flutter my eyes back open. 

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he whispers. “You’re exhausted.” 

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My heavy eyelids close, and I feel his fingers deep inside me, his lips on my neck. 

Hmm.” 

“Can I touch you while you sleep?” he whispers, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of my body. I’m so wet, my body is filled with him. 

I smile sleepily. “Please,” I whisper. 

I battle to keep my eyes open, to keep up with his needs, but I can’t. Exhaustion takes over. 

Dreams of Technicolor. 

I’m dozing through the ecstasy. Not awake and yet not deeply asleep. 

In between worlds. 

Kisses and nibbles, fingers and tongue. 

Gabriel’s quivering breath in my ear, whispering beautiful things in 

Italian. 

My body being rolled one way and then the other as it fills his every craving. 

Pillows underneath me. 

His tongue on my behind, his soft moans as he comes deep inside my body. 

Again, and again…he takes me. 

He worships my body and uses it for his pleasure. 

Unable to stop himself, he keeps going and going. 

Taking it all. 

Sleep robs me of my time with him, and I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or if this is truly 

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happening. 

But whatever it is, don’t wake me up. This is the best night of my life. 

I’m in heaven. 

I wake with a start. 

The room is dark, but I can tell that it’s morning. I sit up and look around. 

Gabriel is nowhere to be seen. 

“I drag my hands down my face as I go over the night we had. 

Wow. 

Incredible doesn’t come close for words to describe it. 

I go to the bathroom and stare at my reflection. I look a right wreck, raccoon eyes and all. I 

tame down my hair and wash my face and throw on his robe that was hanging on the back 

of the door. 

He must be making breakfast. A thrill of excitement runs through me, and I go in search of 

my man. 

I walk up the hallway and out into the kitchen, no sign of him. I can smell freshly brewed 

coffee, he’s been up. 

I walk through the living room and the television is on CNN news. 

“Gabriel,” I call. 

“In here,” he calls back. 

Į smile and make my way up another corridor; this apartment is so huge. I find him sitting behind a desk in his office, he’s fully dressed in a suit and on his computer, typing away. 

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linger at the door and finally he looks up. “Good morning.” “You’re working?” I frown. 

Tam.” 

I know for a fact that he finished for the year yesterday. “I thought you finished?” 

“You thought wrong.” He smiles, but it doesn’t touch his eyes, and I instantly know that the sweet man who made love to me all night is gone. 

Gabriel Ferrara is here in his place. 

Maybe I’m imagining it. I walk over, sit in his lap and he kisses me quickly. “Give me a ‘minute to finish up here, Violet, and I’ll take you home.” 

He taps my behind to get me off his lap. “Go get dressed.” What? 

I walk to the door, feeling awkward, not quite the greeting I expected. I make my way up to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of freshly brewed coffee. 

What the hell was that? 

With my heart in my throat, I drink my coffee. I’m not getting dressed. 

We need to talk. 

I wait and wait and wait… 

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