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“I’m not doing it,” he told her, hoping his tone would end the conversation.
With a sigh, she moved on. “It’s weird. I just look around this place, I look at your lifestyle. Why do you work for my dad? Sure, I know that law earns you a good living, but obviously a lot of your assets come from the Brotherhood.”
“I like practicing law. It’s what I’m good at. You know my dad was the other founding partner of Burnham & Associates, back when it was known as Burnham & Foster. When he retired, they took his name off, as some sort of weird challenge, like it would be up to me to see the name Foster back on the header.” He shrugged.
“You know what,” she said. “I think I finally get it.”
“You get what?”
“I get you. Why you’re so invested in the firm, and being partner, and why you’re so straitlaced. It’s all about living up to your parents, isn’t it?”
“You’re right. I guess that’s something we have in common.”
Not wanting to discuss it any further, he grasped her waist and lifted her so that she sat naked in his lap, her thighs straddling his. Her hot core open to him. He was wearing his briefs, and flexed his hips upward, making her moan at the contact, hoping she’d forget about the conversation. “I don’t really want to talk about that right now.” He punctuated his sentence by thrusting upward again, pressing his hard dick against her clit.
She moaned again. “But aren’t these the kinds of things that husbands and wives are supposed to talk about?” Her eyes closed, and she ground against him. Her moist heat was exquisite. “Their futures? Their careers? Their dreams?”
“You’re my dream,” he whispered against her lips.
He lifted her again, sitting her on the keys in front of him. The notes clattered, clashing against the marble floor. He put her feet on the bench and she was fully opened to him. He could feel her heat, smell her desire, see the glisten of her in the low light. He ran his thumb up her seam, eliciting another moan from her. He brought his thumb to her lips—tasting her juices. “I love how you taste,” he told her in a murmur.I love you,he left unsaid, shocking himself. But he realized it. He was in love with Ellie. It was irrefutable.
He leaned over her and put his lips against her, closing them over the tight, needy little bud at her crest. He lapped his tongue at her until she was rigid. He knew she was about to come, and he couldn’t wait any longer to have her. He stood and pushed his shorts down. He took himself in his hand and lined his dick up with her, and was inside in one forceful thrust. He withdrew and plunged into her again, and again. Over and over. The noise from the keyboard below her played an off-key tune, but he barely heard it. She felt amazing, flesh on flesh. He felt the fire burn up his spine, and his balls tightened. He came with a harsh shout as his orgasm sapped everything from him, and he collapsed over her in a heap.
He gave a few more leisurely thrusts, luxuriating in the feel of her.
Sitting on the bench, he pulled her down so she sat on his lap. “You’re my dream,” he told her again, kissing her on the lips.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GABEWALKEDINTOhis office. Waking up with Ellie was quickly becoming the best part of his day. All of the secrecy was starting to get to him. They hadn’t talked about what they would do at the end of their marriage, and their court date was quickly approaching. But neither of them was ready to discuss it. He loved her. He was certain she loved him. But revealing their relationship—if that was something they even wanted to do—was something they needed to be prepared for. The ramifications would be serious. Gabe felt like he was ready. With each passing day, he cared less and less what Charles Burnham would think of their coupling. But he had to wait for Ellie to be ready. There was more at stake for her than just a job. For some reason, Ellie still wanted a relationship with her cold, distant father. Because the more he heard about Charles, the less he liked the man. But he would wait until the moment she was ready, and not a minute before.
He took a seat at his desk, and was about to start in on his day when Kellen buzzed in. “Ian Smith is here to see you, Gabe.”
Gabe frowned. He didn’t have a meeting with Ian, and he certainly didn’t want to talk to him socially. He knew it had something to do with their encounter at Di Terrestres. He’d expected it earlier, but he was ready for whatever he had to say. “Send him in.”
Ian walked into his office. His smirk was slick, and Gabe wanted to punch it off his face.
“What can I do for you, Ian?”
He sat across from Gabe. “We can’t have a social visit?”
“We never have before.”
“You’re right.” He passed his cell phone between his hands.
“I just wanted to see how you felt about both of us being up for the partner position. The vote is happening today.”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
“And I just wanted to see if you were interested in withdrawing from consideration? Telling Burnham and the other partners that you don’t want it. Then we wouldn’t need to waste everybody’s time with a vote.”
Gabe laughed. “Why would I do that?”
“I have some information that you might want to keep covered.”
Gabe straightened in his chair. Did he know about his ownership stake in Di Terrestres? Have more details about his relationship with Ellie? He tried to play it cool. “And what’s that?”
“That day, in the law library. I saw you with Burnham’s daughter. I was waiting for the right time to reveal the information. I think that’s today if you don’t do what I want.”