“We don’t have to answer to anyone about what goes on between us in the bedroom. If we don’t think it’s weird, it’s not weird. And I found it sexy as fuck.” I grip her throat. “You calling me Daddy while I’m balls deep inside your pussy that you’ve only let me inside.” I stare into her eyes, getting lost just like I always do when I hold her gaze for an extended period of time. “You’re going to be the death of me, Gabrielle.”

She bites her bottom lip before pressing her lips to mine. “For what it’s worth,” she starts, “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger too.”

Chapter Fifteen

The next week flies by and before I realize it, Christmas is over and it’s time for me to go back to New York. I spent the entire week with my family including one who just so happened to also be the love of my life. I spent practically every night—with the exception of one night we couldn’t get rid of Monica for any alone time, making love to Gabrielle and talking till the early hours of the morning before she slipped out of my bed and went back to her room. As soon as she was safe behind her door, she FaceTimed me and we stayed on the phone until I could see her beautiful face again the next morning.

Now, I have to be back at work tomorrow morning and I’m not at all looking forward to being without Gabrielle for four days. She hasn’t been able to come up with a convincing story as to why she has to leave with me but she was able to come up with a story for New Year’s Eve which was luckily only four days away.

But still four fucking days.

“Why the long face, angel?” I look over at Gabrielle as we are on our way back from breakfast. I’m actually starting to wonder if Monica or my parents are getting suspicious because we’ve been practically glued at the hip the past week. Whenever she moves, I move. Wherever I go, she goes.

I watch as she fingers the necklace I bought her for Christmas; one I gave to her early on Christmas morning just before she slipped out of my bed to go back upstairs. It’s a white gold bar with the date engraved in roman numerals that we first confessed our feelings to each other and made love.

“You know why.” She lets out a sigh and looks out the window. “I just don’t want you to go.”