“Good God, Gabrielle, you’re—Oh my God,” he moaned as my tongue swirled around his engorged head and I softly stroked his balls. He gave his hips one last thrust and grunted as he filled my mouth with pleasure. “I was not expecting that.” He smiled as he kissed me.

“Did you enjoy it?” I uttered as his fingers plunged inside me.

“I’ve never enjoyed something so much in my life. I thought you were inexperienced?”

I tried to steady myself as he worked his fingers around my insides. “I am,” I said with bated breath.

“Like hell you are, baby.” His mouth smashed into mine as he placed his thumb on my already swollen clit, pressing down and rubbing in tiny circles. “Now it’s your turn.”

Breaking our kiss and coming up for air, I placed my mouth on his shoulder, nipping at his skin as I was about to come. My knees became weak as I shuddered and my body gave in to his pleasuring touch. He smiled at me and kissed my lips.

“We really need to get moving with this shower. We’re going to be late if we keep this up.”

“I know. But I didn’t expect you to give me a morning blowjob. You’ve set my body on fire, Gabrielle, and I don’t know if I can stop.” His smile enticed me.

“Down, boy. What will your boys in the meeting think if we walk in together late? Rumors would start.” I laughed as I reached for the shampoo.

We were able to finish our shower without any more pleasurable fondling and we both got ready and headed down to the conference room.

Chapter 18

“You were amazing,” Simon chimed as he held up his glass.

“Thank you. It felt amazing.” I smiled as I held up mine.

As I dipped into my grilled chicken salad, Simon’s phone rang. The bright cheery face that had stared at me all morning turned somber.

“I’ll be there in a few hours.” He hung up.

“What’s wrong?”

“We have to leave. My grandfather has taken a turn for the worse and he doesn’t have much time left. I need to get back to Seattle.”

“Of course.”

We pushed our plates to the side and got up from the table. As we walked to the elevator, Simon called his pilot and told him we needed to leave right away. When we got back to the room, I quickly gathered my things and repacked my suitcase. Simon was silent. It was almost as if he completely shut down. I tried to talk to him, but he just gave one-word answers. The bellhop came and collected our bags as we climbed into the limousine that was waiting for us outside the hotel. I pulled out my phone and sent G a text message.

“Flying home today. Simon’s grandfather took a turn for the worse.”