Chapter 322 - Wakey Wakey All Nakey
For a second, Angela thought Gael would say something to her as he gazed deeply into her eyes. He began to open his mouth and then closed it again, and then he settled by revealing a handsome smile on his face.
A part of her somehow knew what he was about to say, and her heart raced in anticipation. There was just too much in his eyes, and she could tell he was holding back—or holding it in. And for the same reason, she understood, because she, too, didn't think she could tell him what was deep inside her right at that moment—even though it felt like the right time.
"Let's go to bed," he told her.
She returned his smile, and all her thoughts were already brushed to the side as she joked, "Straight to bed? Mister… At least take me to dinner first."
Gael laughed as he stepped out of his pants that pooled around his feet and then pulled up his boxer briefs, tucking himself in. They certainly skipped dinner that night. The evening party wasn't considered dinner—not with all of the high rollers partying around them. But he had a different thing in mind. "I'll feed you in bed."
Angela arched a brow. "You'll let me eat on your bed? You don't mind crumbs all over it?"
His steamy gaze followed his fingers as they traveled from her neck down to her left breast, circling her pert nipple and giving it a pinch. She whimpered. "I said I would feed you, but I wasn't talking about food. You did say you wanted me in your mouth."
Oh. My.
Her jaw dropped, and she didn't have time to respond when he bent over to gather her by the waist, threw her over his shoulder, and stalked towards the bedroom. She yelped as her upper body dangled behind him. He squeezed a handful of her ass and slapped it playfully. "I love this ass."
Angela giggled while she tried to hold onto his waist, blood rushing to her head. Her eyes immediately caught sight of Gael's fine ass in front of her, and she returned the favor by squeezing them too. "I could say the same."
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January 1 — Tuesday
Lying on his stomach, Gael instinctively stretched his hand to the side, looking for Angela, only to realize the space next to him on the bed was empty. He squinted with one eye open as his brain tried to register his surroundings. Oh, that's right. He brought her to his place in Manhattan last night. Half of the curtain on the floor-to-ceiling window was still drawn close while the other half was open, letting natural sunlight come through it.
The beautiful green view of Central Park from the window to his left was a sight to behold, but that's not what Gael longed to see that morning. Right now, he was looking for his Angel. He turned and sat up with the blanket bundled around his waist, and his defined muscles and hard abdomen came on display. "Angel?" he called, wondering if she was outside the bedroom.
A few seconds later, Angela emerged from the door to the right. "Hey… I was in the bathroom."
She stood by the foot of the bed, gathering her long, thick, and beautiful hair up and tying it into a loose ponytail. His eyes locked at the sexy sight of her, wearing the white shirt he wore last night. Angela dressed in his shirt was the perfect erotic image he would love to wake up to every morning.
It was such a tease that the way she wore it covered the important bits of her body. Only two buttons from the bottom were closed, covering her private area. The rest of the buttons above those were somewhere on his living room floor. He didn't give a fuck about that. The view before him more than made up for the ruined $300 shirt. The top part of the shirt that stayed open displayed the middle part of her chest and abdomen. Beautiful, creamy skin, inner swells of her breasts, a few red marks on her neck from last night's workout... Fûck. She looked glorious. His cock bobbed in agreement.
"Are you listening?" Angela drew her brows together as she walked over to the side of the bed, folding her arms under her breasts. Her nipples jutted through the fabric. He was thankful the heavens took their time making this woman. "Gael? Hello?" She clicked her tongue, a little annoyed that he wasn't paying attention.
"Sorry. What was that?" He grinned from ear to ear. She looked adorable even with the little scowl on her face.
She didn't answer. Instead, she continued to stare at him angrily.
"I can't help it, Babe. You look…mouth-watering. And your little angry face isn't scaring me. It only does things to me…" Still smiling, he leaned back and glanced at his groin over the blanket. Judging by the tent, his morning wood was proof. Actually, from last night until this morning, his hard-on barely relaxed. It was as though he couldn't get enough of her.
Angela rolled her eyes, yet she couldn't help but laugh. How could she forget that this man was such a horny bastard?
"Come here…" Gael pulled her down to the bed and nuzzled on her neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. "Good morning. I like you in my shirt."
"Mm. You told me that before," she replied, allowing him to pull her flush against him.
"But I like you more without any shirt on…" He kissed her neck as his hand dangerously slid down towards the hem of the shirt.
She slapped his hand and stopped it from going downwards. "You still haven't answered my question."
Reluctantly, Gael pulled back so they could see each other face to face. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you want?"
Finally getting his attention, Angela asked, "What time are we going back to your house in Brooklyn?"
"You don't like it here?"
"No… I love it here. The view's amazing." She glanced at the window, smiled, and then looked back at him. "But I don't have any clothes. And I need my skincare products to get my makeup off. I look like a panda."
The corner of his lips curled up. He didn't even notice the smear of dark makeup under her eyes until she mentioned it. Angela was beautiful with or without makeup on. "A really cute panda."
When the scowl came back on her face, he chuckled and then offered a solution at the top of his head. "There's a drugstore downstairs. I'm sure we can find something there to remove your makeup."
"Okay… I don't mind buying in the drugstore. But what about my clothes? I can't wear the dress from last night, you broke the lock, and it's dirty now."
A knowing smile ghosted his face, and Angela already sensed what he had in mind before the words fell from his lips. "I want to stay in bed with you today. You don't have to wear clothes today, tomorrow…the day after that. Let's stay naked all day." He winked.
Angela playfully smacked his chest, laughing at his dirty mind. "Gael!"
"Yes, Babe?"
"I'm serious!"
"So am I. You won't need clothes for all the things I plan to do to you today."
When she stared at him seriously, he contained his smile and gave in. "Fine." He groaned as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He was already dialing Rick. "But we're not leaving."
"Thanks, Babe." She smiled cheekily.
Gael was just about to respond to her with narrowed eyes, but Rick already picked up the phone. So he kept an arm around her waist and pinched her hip. The woman just grinned at him in response.
"Rick. Go to the guest room and take Angela's luggage and the stuff we bought yesterday. Bring them here at the apartment in Lincoln." He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spoke on the phone and she mouthed 'skincare' to him. "And pack all that shit on her dresser. Wait—" His jaw clicked. "Don't touch that pink silicone cup next to the perfume bottle. I'll break your fingers if you do."
He ended the call and tossed his phone to the side while Angela laughed at him. Gripping her waist, he flipped on top of her and dove into the exposed skin on her chest, licking the swell of her breasts. "What are you laughing at, you little minx?" Slipping his hands under the shirt, his eyes darkened when he looked up and met her coy stare, realizing that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Gael practically growled as he tore the shirt open; the last two buttons popped out. "That's it. You're gonna get it."
"Is that a promise?" The smile on Angela's face grew as she challenged him.
Oh, she's gonna get it alright.