Taxed by Love
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Andrew stared at her text. He’d given up on his food and his last task at eight o’clock. Memories of their lunch date plagued him, and he wished he’d had more time with her. In a weak moment, he’d texted her again.
Only now he was slack-jawed as he reread her message. Gabrielle didn’t come across like a woman who would sleep with multiple men at one time. Then again, Andrew didn’t know her well. She was a gorgeous woman who could easily command a group of men to worship her body.
A body he wanted to worship. No help required.
He took a deep breath, hoping to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. Of course, it didn’t help at all.
Gabrielle: Cat got your tongue?
He narrowed his eyes and imagined spanking her firm ass for making him feel out of balance.
Andrew: You’re screwing with me?
Gabrielle: I’m sure you’d know if I was “screwing” with you…
He chuckled and shook his head. His eyes moved the words around and read, “screwing you,” and he hardened.
Andrew: There’s no way I wouldn’t be sure. I can promise you that you’d have my undivided attention.
Gabrielle: I’m glad to hear that.
Andrew smiled like a fool and looked around. At least he was at home with no one to witness his juvenile reaction. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift back to when he’d touched Gabby earlier in the day. It hadn’t been nearly enough.
He wasn’t sure how long he was lost in thought, his hand wrapped around his cock, when the phone next to him dinged and pulled him from his fantasy. If it weren’t from the object of his desire, he would have ignored the text and continued torturing himself with images of Gabby’s perky breasts.
Gabrielle: I’m with Marc and Lindsey. Noah, Sofia, Jaime Lynn, and Jesse are here too. I just met Charlie as well.
Reading Marc’s name was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him. Had this been how his buddy felt the entire time he’d fought his attraction to Lindsey? A pull toward a woman he knew was forbidden fruit. The constant fear of losing someone you loved because of a woman.
Andrew: Three men. Aren’t you clever. I’d tell you to say hello but…
Gabrielle: But you’d like not to have your ass handed to you?
Andrew: Pretty much.
Gabrielle: You realize that Marc has no control over who I date right?
Andrew chuckled as he imagined Marc trying to step into Gabby’s love life. He was a stubborn fool, but Andrew was pretty sure Gabby held the trump card every time.
Andrew: If it wasn’t me trying to date you I’d be grabbing popcorn to see him try.
Gabrielle: Is that what you’re trying to do? Date me?
He stared at her words. His initial reaction was to yell yes! What was it about this woman? Andrew didn’t date; he fucked. Beautiful women with their beautiful curves, regardless of their ethnicity, hair color, or occupations. Strictly speaking, he loved taking women to bed. He didn’t date them.
Before he could stop his fingers, he hit Send.
“What the fuck are you doing, Drew?” he snapped.
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