Alpha Billionaire Series

GABRIELLA

Dinner with Nathan was wonderful. It was nice just to be with him, listening to him talk. I didn't care what he talked about. I had missed him so deeply, but with Robbie, I never really had the chance to mourn Nathan's loss. And now he was back.

I had the time to sit and not have to think about how soon before the next customer walked in the door, or how soon the timer would go off for the cupcakes in the oven. I could focus on him, the way his smile made me giddy, how good he lookec I knew six years really wasn't that long, but it could be. After all, at that time I had a baby who was now growing into a kid and would be going to school soon. It felt like a long time. While I felt like those years had aged me, they had been good to Nathan. Real good. He looked fit, and I had admired his ass in those designer jeans he had shown up in that first time a few weeks ago. Nathan in a suit was a thing of beauty.

After pulverizing that cupcake, I dove into my cheesecake with relish. it was smooth and creamy, and so sensual. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My desire for Nathan— that I thought I had been ignoring successfully— blended in with my appreciation of the cheesecake, and I knew I wasn't hungry for dessert, but I was hungry for the man who sat across from me.

I put my fork down, no longer hungry for dessert.

“Is everything okay?" he asked.

I made eye contact with him and held it as long as I dared to. I had never been brazen, or direct when it came to wanting him. I hadn't needed to. He was always right there with me, wanting me as much as I had wanted him. I didn't want to be a convenient hook-up. I wanted him back.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked.

“God, yes," I couldn't answer him fast enough.

I was ready to bolt from the restaurant, but I had to wait while he finalized the bill.

“Go” was all he said.

He handed the valet the ticket for his car, and then he pulled me to him.

I hadn't kissed Nathan in so long. I thought I had memorized how his lips felt against mine, but I had been wrong. His kiss was so much better than what I had remembered. I clutched at his shoulders, afraid to let go, afraid that when this ended, i wouldn't be real.

The valet pulled up with a small double beep of the horn, pulling our attention away from each other. I laughed as I ran through the rain to get into the car. It was one of those old, sleek sports cars that looked like it was from a spy movie. Inside was vintage luxury.

“Oh, I like your Jaguar.”

The engine gave a throaty roar, and Nathan took to the streets. He didn’t drive the way I remembered. Of course, that had been on the back of a racing motorcycle. Now Nathan drove with careful restraint. There was power in the car, and power in the way he controlled everything. No more reckless abandon in the name of speed.

“Am I taking you to your home, or to mine?” he asked. His voice was as powerfully restrained as his driving. It was as if he wanted to let go, but he couldn't, not yet.

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The smile that crossed his face twisted my nerves deep inside. We made it to his building, and he handed the keys off to another valet. His hand on my wrist was assertive, in control. When he pressed me against the wall in the elevator, I didn’t complain. Wouldn't have, because his mouth was on mine again, his hands running down my sides, touching me.

I don't think we stopped kissing as we exited the elevator and made it into his apartment. I was too focused on his mouth, and the feel of my fingers in his hair to pay attention. We were in his bedroom before I realized it, and he was tearing at his clothes.

He pulled away and looked at me. His hands cupped my face. “I have missed you so much. If you don't want ths, I can wait. I will be P+ hard, but I can wait”

“'ve missed you, too. I want this Nathan, I want you.”

And with that, he was lifting the skirt of my dress and kneading handfuls of my a*s. We fell to the bed, he held himself abov me on an elbow.

“You are more beautiful than I remembered, and I thought I had every detail of your face committed to memory."

I skimmed my hands over the skin of his chest. He was firm and warm, and I needed more skin on skin. I pushed the shirt from his shoulders, and he twisted, pulling it free the rest of the way. He stood and at the same time unfastened his belt anc kicked off his shoes. His pants went next. He climbed back next to me in only his boxer briefs.

His lips were on mine again, and he kissed down my neck and onto my chest. His hands cupped my breasts, and it all felt so good.

“Mm.." I stopped myself before I said, “mommy didn’t wear her sexy undies tonight, and started laughing. I had gotten into the habit of narrating everything I did in the third person for Robbie, that it almost slipped out.

“What's so funny?”

I reached for him. “Ym happy, you make me happy."

“You know what would make me happy?” he asked.

I'shook my head.

“You, out of this dress.”

I pushed him away so I could sit up. “Unzip me?”

I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck as he agonizingly slowly undid the zipper on the back of my dress. I had cursed while contorting to get it all the way zipped, but now, I understood why the designer had put it in the back.

Nathan ran his hands over my shoulders and pushed the dress off my arms. His breath, and his lips caressed the back of my neck, and between my shoulder blades. He bunched the skirt into his large hands and then lifted the dress over my head. The band of my bra relaxed, and I pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. I crossed my arms over my exposed breasts. The nerves of standing there in my underwear were replaced by the anticipation of Nathan touching me. I spun in his arms, pressing my breasts against his chest.

He growled and tightened his arms around me. His mouth on mine was hungry and needy, just as my kisses were. We hadn't been with each other for so long, hadn't touched one last time. I shimmied my panties down, and then slid my hands into the waistband of his underwear.

His cock pressed into my belly, hard and hot.

“Condom,” he growled.

He broke away from me. He stood at arm's length, holding my hand, just gazing at me, at my body. I shivered, and his cock pulsed. We both wanted this, needed this. I climbed in the bed and slid under the duvet cover. He had gone European with only a fitted sheet and the duvet, no other blankets or sheets to get in the way. It also meant fewer blankets to wrap around me and try to warm up with. I shivered against the cool sheet, not entirely certain if it was from the cool of the sheet or my nerves, or both.

Nathan cussed and threw things out of the top drawer of his tallboy dresser.

When he turned back to me, he had a box of condoms in his hand and a triumphant grin on his face. If he looked that pleased from just finding condoms, I couldn't wait to see his expression after we had s*x. Hell, I couldn't wait for the s*x. His skin was so warm as he slid under the cover with me.

“You're shivering” he said as he ran his hands vigorously over my arms. “You have nothing to be nervous about Gabs. It's me it's us. We've always been good together. No, we've been great”

I rolled to my back and tugged him with me. “I need your heat," said.

I ran my leg up his and hooked it over his hip.

Nathan pressed up on one arm, and with the other hand, tore the condom pack open with his teeth, and then rolled the condom on. Tossing the empty packet aside, he lowered, pressing me back against the mattress.

He guided his cock to my entrance. Rubbing it against my p***y and over my c**t.

“You are already so slick,” he murmured against my skin.

I whimpered. The feel of him against me had pushed me past the ability to form words. I tilted my hips up to him, but he continued to tease me with the tip of his c**k. And then he gave it to me. Nathan was a large man, thick with girth and length. He didn't slide in at first, he eased in, inch by glorious inch.

I gasped as I stretched to accommodate him. He felt like home, like a part of me had been missing for years, and now it was back. He was back.

Nathan took his time with me, he didn't rush, he didn't force. He eased his cock back and then pressed it into me. My muscles were already gripping him, wanting to hold him tight.

“Fuck, Gabs, you are so tight tonight.”

Iwas so close to the edge; it wasn't going to take much for him to trip me into an orgasm. He licked his fingers and then reached between us. I cried when those fingers circled my c**t. And that's all it took. I had no control. I saw stars behind my eyelids, and it was a struggle to breathe properly. All I could do was gasp and whine and hold on.

Nathan began stroking, sliding as my orgasm gave him the advantage he needed.

“That's it Gabs, you scream for me.”

It was as if his permission was what I needed for my whines and whimpers to turn into louder moans and cries. He felt so 200d. This felt so good. It was almost too much, but I wanted all of him, all of this.

His thrusts grew harder, faster. My orgasm left me limp. It was almost a struggle to keep rocking against him. He pressed into me hard and held himself there, ecstasy contorting his beautiful face as his 0****m hit.