Page 52 of Forever Yours

“Maybe air hockey or foosball.”

She finished the last wall with a flourish, setting down the roller and stretching out her shoulders, wincing at the pain that shot through her back. “That does it, two coats on every wall.”

Gabe walked over to her and took her hand, massaging it. “I think a wet bar would be nice over here.”

“A wet bar, you say?”

He nodded. “Things could get very wet in this corner of the room.”

Devlin put her arms around Gabe’s neck and pulled him close. “What if I told you things were already wet?”

Gabe smiled. “I’d have no choice but to believe you.”

She reached down and toyed with his zipper, stroking his erection once she freed it from his jeans. “Do you have a condom? My purse is upstairs.”

He produced one from his wallet and after sliding it on, Gabe reached down and lifted both her skirt and her at the same time, bracing her back against the wall. She felt the tip of his cock teasing her entrance and, as she had promised, was already very wet and he slid easily into her.

She was half aware that her back was against a wall that had yet to dry. The smell of wet paint mingled with the pungent musk of sex creating yet another tantalizing scent that had no business being so carnal and she knew that wet paint would forever be an aphrodisiac.

She tangled her tongue with Gabe’s and focused on the place they were joined, tightening her legs around his hips, holding on and letting him set the pace.

He snaked his hand between them, circling her clit and whispered in her ear, “I need you to come for me. Now.”

She convulsed at his command, almost losing her hold on him as her body strained against him. He removed his hands and put them on the wall on either side of her head, using the new balance to pump into her. She caught his mouth again as he came, helping to calm him as he slowed his movements.

She loosened her legs from around him and lowered herself to the ground. Gabe looked at his hands that had been braced on either side of Devlin as he held her against the wall, then at his handprints on the wall and the spilled paint can on the floor.

“At least the carpet isn’t down yet,” he remarked, wiping his hands on his pants as he pulled them up.

“I’m scared to look at my hair.” Devlin nonetheless reached up to touch her hair, her hand coming away with paint on it.

“That’s the messiest thing I’ve done.” Gabe stood back and surveyed the wall, analyzing the abstract pattern their lovemaking had made. “Call me crazy, but I’d love to frame this spot and let people wonder what the hell happened here for the rest of eternity.”

Devlin turned to look. “You’re not kidding, we make some good art.”

“It’s abstract. I’ll call itUncontrolled Attraction.”

“Ooh, that’s a good name for how we created it.”

Devlin stood there, motionless, not sure what to do with the mess she’d become or the pool of paint on the concrete floor.

“I’m sorry about your clothes. I thought we were against a dry wall but once I realized we weren’t, I couldn’t stop.”

“ThenUncontrolled Attractionis the correct title for what we left on that wall. I’m gonna just…” Her arms flailed. “I think these clothes are done for.”

“If they’re done for, I’ll help you get them off.”

Chapter Seventeen

Gabe didn’t want Devlin to leave, but she had to open the coffee shop for her early customers by six. He had the day shift at the bar and today was chili cook-off Tuesday. Leo made chili that was nothing short of perfection and they submitted it under the Finnegan’s bar name, so he had a lot at stake in the competition. Leo was an authentic chef, culinary school included, and Gabe was lucky that he’d chosen to work with him. His cooking was one of the reasons Gabe had decided on expanding the bar to include an all ages eatery—he wanted a place to feature Leo’s foodie masterpieces.

He was sampling a second bowl of chili as Leo walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, leave some for the judges.” Leo put the cover back on the pot after giving it a stir.

“I can’t help it, if I could inject this into my veins I would.”

“I hope the judges agree. I’ve come in second place the last two years, and I can’t figure out why.”