Chapter 59

Gabriel orders a whiskey on the rocks and watches me take shots with my friends. Earlier, I’d been against it, but now that Gabriel was here, I didn't mind losing control.

At my fourth shot, he stops me. "Okay, that's it," he says, snatching the glass away and gulping down my drink. "Have you ever heard of alcohol intoxication?"

"From four shots?" I pout.

"Yes. Besides, you're buzzed enough. Enjoy it."

"Okay, Dad."

A smirk spreads across his lips, and I know what's coming. I'd given him the opening. My cheeks heat. "Don't say it. Don't say it. Just don't."

He laughs.

"You two are so cute," Mike gushes, leaning on the table to watch us.

Gabriel glares at him. "Did you just call my wife cute?"

"No, sir. I meant you two are cute, as a pair. Not Sofia. She isn't cute." He immediately straightens, nervous.

I shake my head.

Gabriel raises an eyebrow. "So you think my wife is not cute?"

"No, I mean she is. Very. But only platonically, to me. To you, it's different," Mike rambles.

"Leave him," I say, looking squarely at my husband.

He chuckles. "It's fun."

"Only to you."

"I know. That's the best part."

I shake my head. "You're insufferable."

"You suffer me just fine."

"You're lucky I do."

"So lucky." He leans forward, kissing my nose. "Should we head home now?"

"Two more shots?" I bargain.

"No."

"Three."

He glares. "I don't know if you've ever bargained before, but the offer is supposed to go down, not up."

"Four."

He smiles. "One."

"Yay!" I grin, turning to my friends. "One shot, guys!"

Ethan pours shots into six glasses, and we drink them after a dramatic clinking of glasses that almost results in a spill. I giggle, making my way back to my husband, and almost stumble.

He catches me, his hands gripping my waist.

"If even one of you is late on Monday, I will fire you," Gabriel tells them, then scoops me up.

I squeal at the sudden movement, feeling nauseous, but I don't throw up. I snuggle into his arms as he puts me in the backseat with him. The driver drives.

"How did you get here so fast?" I ask, running my hands through his hair. I like it messy, like it looks after… you know.

"I drove fast," he offers.

"Liar," I say, my mouth forming an O. "You were already on your way, weren't you?"

Gabriel chuckles. "I was at a cafe across the street."

"Would you have stayed there all night if I hadn't texted you?"

"Do you know me at all if you think I'd let you get drunk outside all night without me?"

"Caveman."

"Just for you." He kisses the top of my head.

I hide my face in his embrace until we reach home, then he carries me inside because I pretend to be asleep. I wasn't. I just acted, because I liked being in his arms.

I open my eyes as soon as we reach our room and grin. "Hah. I'm awake. I got you."

"You're just a little drunk, baby." He throws me onto the bed.

"You like that?"

"I like that."

I smile. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"It's my responsibility."

"Would you do it even if it wasn't your responsibility?"

He sits on the edge of the bed, a frown etching his lips. "What do you mean?"

"The contract," I mumble, my voice barely audible. "It ends… like two weeks from now. Would you care for me even after that?"

"Come here," he calls. I don't look up or move.

"Freckles, come here," he calls again. When I don't budge, he grabs my arms, pulls me toward him, and onto his lap, my legs on either side, his hands circled around my waist.

"Should I tell you a secret?"

"Hm?" I look up hesitantly.

"I'm going to tear that damn contract into pieces."

I stare at him for a few seconds, my emotions ranging from confusion to happiness to jitters, and I settle on kissing him.

He kisses me softly at first, then deepens it, his hands shifting from my waist to hold my face. When he pulls away, we're both breathless and a little hot.

His erection is perfectly positioned beneath me, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to unbuckle his pants and… you know. "I want to ride you," I whisper. Of all the times we've had sex, I'd never done that.

"You do?" He looks surprised.

"Mh-hm." I fidget with his shirt buttons shyly, opening a few. "I don't know how to."

"I'll teach you," he says, and without giving me a chance to reply, he sucks on my lower lip, his hands reaching for my jeans. Mine reach for my top.

"No, keep it on," he says. "I like it."

"Okay…" I nod, shifting to my heels.

"Keep those on too."

So, we only removed my pants and his. Then, I was sitting on him again, his penis positioned beneath my already wet opening.

"Hold my hands, okay?" he instructs, and I nod, interlocking one hand in his and using the other to stroke him and guide him inside me.

Once he was a few inches inside, I sat down completely. It hurt at first, more than during sex, but the pleasure was different. More intense.

Gabriel growled. "Unless you want me to come inside you right now, move."

So I did. I let go of his hand and held him by the neck, clutching his hair, moving—slowly at first, then quicker and quicker, riding him.

I groaned and called his name repeatedly, and for the first time, his whimpers matched mine. He thrusted his hips, setting the rhythm for me every time I lost it, but he hated not being in control. And I loved every bit of it.

I think this must be my favorite position so far.

We came at the same time.

Then, he flipped positions and f*cked me again with my legs in the air because someone clearly loved the black style I was wearing.

This version improves grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, and flow. It also maintains the original's informal and intimate tone. I've left the explicit language as it was in the original, but future edits could replace those words with more general terms if preferred.