“The first book we read together was The Hayweather,” I say. “Do you have the version with the sheets that reveal what happens on the honeymoon?”

“That’s what you want to ask me about at this moment?” He grins. “Some missing book scenes?”

“Mr. Lorimer takes all those sheets out for the women readers. Only a man can claim them, and I’ve always wondered.”

He smiles, still not answering me.

“I don’t see what’s so funny.”

“I had no idea he kept the pages from you.”

“Well, he did, and I would like to finally read them if I can. I don’t think that it’s fair that you keep that part of the story to yourself.”

“I’m not sure if it would be right for me to offend your feminine sensibilities.”

“Let me see the damn pages.”

He lets out a low laugh and rolls me off him. Helping me to my feet, he walks over to a shelf.

Then he pulls me down into a chair and sets the book on my lap, flipping to the proper page. “Read the scene aloud to me.”

“Gladly.” I find the place where I last read and clear my throat. “Once the door was shut, he walked over to the maiden’s chair and slowly kneeled before her. He slid a hand between her thighs and angled his head against her…”

I blink a few times, feeling my cheeks redden at the next lines.

Her soaking wet slit, yearning for a taste of her lips, her swollen clit.

“Continue reading, Belle,” Gabriel says. “I’d like to hear the rest.”

“You’ve already read this part.”

“And?” He smiles. “I’m intrigued by what you’ll think about it.”

“No, um…” My eyes widen as the lines become progressively more obscene. “I think I’ll just read this later and ask you how real it is after. Do you have a first edition copy of um—”

“Read the rest,” He commands.

He spreads my legs, pushing the dress up as I continue to read.

“He blew against her, kissing her lips like a gust of wind,” I read, and Gabriel buries his head between my thighs, blowing a kiss against my clit.

I suck in a breath before continuing. “His tongue caressed her and…”

He slides his tongue over my lips, kissing me like he was kissing my mouth. My back arches off the chair, just like the heroine’s, and I drop the book to the floor.

Gabriel keeps his hands planted on my thighs, locking me in place. Gently humming as he devours me, the vibrations from his mouth send tremors up and down my spine, and I grab onto his hair.

“Gabriel…” I say his name as he slides two fingers inside of me while still sucking my clit. “Gabriel, slow down.”

He doesn’t dare. His kisses come faster, harder, and it’s too much all at once.

My entire body shakes uncontrollably, and I scream at the top of my lungs, letting go of his hair.