"Think about it, okay? Thats all Im asking."
I closed my eyes. There really wasn anything preventing me from taking a vacation right now. I owned the firm and made my own schedule. I had a responsible, capable staff. Its not like I couldn delegate the projects I was currently working on. I drummed my fingers against the bowl of my wine glass. "Alright."
He went still for a moment, then leaned in to kiss me again. "Thank you."
***
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It was odd. Gabe had touched and held me almost continuously ever since picking me up from the airport. Though, he hadn once pushed for sex. I dropped my gaze to the front of his jeans. He wanted me, that was more than obvious. But he was holding his needs in check, concentrating instead on mine. Why?
"Do you like mushrooms, Dee?" Gabe asked as he stirred something that smelled absolutely wonderful.
I brought my thoughts back to the present. "Umm... I love mushrooms."
He pulled a tray from the oven, removed a mushroom, dipped it into the sauce hed just finished stirring and handed it to me. "Here, try this."
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"Stuffed mushrooms and marinara sauce." He dropped several onto a plate along with crisp slices of pan fried bread and a small bowl of marinara. "Here
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"Mmm..." Maybe he figured hed pushed too hard earlier and had decided to back off and give me some breathing room. I tilted my head. Could be. Somehow, though, I thought Gabe was more direct than that. "Gabe?"
He pushed the plate closer to my elbow and smiled at me. "Eat, baby."
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He leaned
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My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. "What?"
He smiled and his eyes twinkled. "Shh, darlin. No pressures, okay?" He wiped his hands off and came around the counter. "Cmon. Lets take our nibbles into the
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