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1 " An image pops into my head of Gabriel Storm in my bed, his golden skin sheened with sweat while I ride him to paradise. Oh. My. God. Where did that come from? I’ve sworn to stay away from men. "
― Magda Alexander , Storm Damages (Storm Damages, #1)
2 " His power, his intense masculinity, hit me like a semi, sucking the air out of my lungs. He doesn't help matters when he steps closer, forcing me to look up at him. My five seven is no match against his six three. "
3 " His rough-pad fingers travel down my throat, across my collarbone, down the swell of my chest, a simple caress which has me quaking inside. My flesh aches for him, burns for his touch. "
4 " His lips follow a trail from my mouth to my jaw, down to my throat. As he nuzzles, he suckles, nips my skin before circling back to my mouth to taste me, ravage me, own me. "
5 " Elizabeth, just like our queen. I'm Gabriel Storm. "
6 " And then the blasted elevator jolts to a dead stop. My stomach plummets as childhood memories of being trapped in a closed "
7 " mesmerizing. "
8 " As soon as he disappears around the corner, CeCe, the secretary who occupies the left side of "
9 " heart lurches because the glance he directs at me displays neither love, nor hate, but a careless indifference, "
10 " company we are negotiating against. No one would take me seriously "
11 " work. Spotting an elevator’s closing door, I race for it. “Hold it!” I can’t be late. Not today of all days. My desperation catches someone’s attention because an arm darts out to halt the door’s progress. The gold "
12 " to be cut loose, but all I do is drive the head of his penis into me. Imprisoned by his arms and his cock, I groan. “It’s not her.” He thrusts "
13 " around, get back a couple of nods before the car reaches "
14 " stand. “You should go then.” “I will as soon as we’ve settled this. Sit down, Ms. Watson. Please. I can’t remain seated while you stand.” I want to say no, but I can't. He’s in enough pain as it is. I plop back on my chair. He breathes hard for a couple of seconds, probably trying to get his pain under control. “We need to discuss this situation, but we "
15 " hips against my pussy, right against my clit. I moan with wanton need. He kisses me, thrusts his tongue into my mouth, much the same way he’s "
16 " in the car. For seven floors, he’s all mine. I dare "
17 " First Edition: July 2013 "
18 " Thank you. Where may I put my umbrella? "
19 " How could I have missed it? Easy. Deep in grief over Casey leaving, I’d gone on automatic pilot this morning, barely glancing in the mirror as I brushed my hair, smoothed on my makeup. I clamp down on the impulse to dig out a mirror and check out the ‘mark. "
20 " hand clamps around my shoulder. “What’s the hurry? You don’t have anywhere to be, do you?” Ever possessive Gabriel frowns at me. “No. But you probably do.” “I don’t have anything scheduled "