Gabriel Fallen (Empire Nightclub, #2)

by Nina West

Gabriel Easton is far different from the man I pegged him for.

“I don’t think my little brother appreciates how dangerous the shitstorm he’s about to pull us into is.”

Yes. Yes, I’ll stay here. Yes, I’ll fuck Gabriel for the foreseeable future to get what I want and something I was so sure I didn’t want.

“Need a minute to get used to me?” he whispers, trailing the tip of his tongue over my skin. Physically, yes. Mentally …

“He treats me well.” Better than well. He treats me like something to be cherished and protected.

“You didn’t think you were in the mood this morning in my garage, did you? And then I put you on your back and had you crying my name in about a minute.” Her cheeks flush. “It was early. You caught me off guard.”

“Our agreement has nothing to do with talking to people, so don’t you dare try to pull this jealous crap with me,” I hiss, my anger flaring at this alpha bullshit. “Not unless you want to fire every female staff member you’ve ever fucked.”

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” My voice is full of awe.

“You’re paying me to fuck you. What else do you want?” “Your heart,” he blurts out and then frowns, as if he just surprised himself. But he doesn’t backpedal. He doesn’t say anything. He simply stares at me.

“What do you care if I’m doing something dangerous, anyway?” he asks after another moment, his tone a touch softer. But only a touch. “You’ve already got your money for your father. That’s all you want me for, isn’t it?”

“And all you want is my body, so I guess we’re even.”

Yeah … I’m beginning to see why someone might want to tie themselves down to one woman for life.

“Study hard,” I whisper, leaning down to press my lips against her forehead. I feel her gaze on my back the entire way. Look at me, being all unselfish. Caleb’s right. I’m falling for this woman, and I’m falling hard.

“What are you saying? That we can’t go on a date?” “Would you even know how?” “There’s nothing I can’t do with a woman.” He eyes me curiously. “Mercy, I’ve had my tongue in your ass. Why couldn’t we go on a date?”

“Because you were the final push for me. I want to be better for you. I want to deserve you.”