Good Intentions (Intentions Duet, #2)

by Ella Frank

“Yeah, no, see? That’s the wrong answer,” Gabe said. “You knew about the interview when we were together and never once mentioned it, and we both know you were already serious about me. I was in your house, your bed, for a week. So don’t use that as an excuse.”

else. “Aren’t you feeling confident today?” “I feel confident every day. Except the ones where I’m told I’m not a priority.”

“You might as well have. So here’s a little advice: the first thing you need to practice when it comes to being with me? Stop thinking about yourself for a minute. It’s really not that hard.”

Damnnnn Gabe that man you are 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

“Did they have microwaves back then, or did you have to boil a pot over an open flame?”

💀💀💀💀

“You know, you’re being very bossy right now for someone trying to get back in my good graces.” Unable to resist, I lowered my mouth by his ear. “I’m being bossy because I know how much you like it, and I’m beginning to realize I’ll do whatever it takes to get back in your good graces.”

AHHHHHH

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. St. James?” “It depends. Is it working?” He slicked his tongue along his lower lip, and my entire body vibrated with the need to taste him again. “It might be.” “Well then, just wait until you taste my ramen. You won’t stand a chance.”

AHHAAHHA

Ticklish? What the hell was he— The next thing I knew, Marcus’s hand was under my sweater, and he was stroking along my ribs, exciting my nerve endings. A devilish grin curved his lips as I began to laugh uncontrollably, and when I tried to jerk away from him, Marcus chuckled.

Omg this is so cute

“Hey? You never told me how it went.” “The interview?” “Yeah.” I glanced back. “Did it go well?” He shrugged and leaned down to brush his lips over mine. “I have no idea.”

Lmfaoo😭😭😭 he was too worried about you

“What do you mean you have no idea?” Then I had a horrible thought. “You did go, didn’t you?” “Yes.” He chuckled. “I went. But I was so busy thinking about you, that I can’t remember a single thing about that interview today.”

“Every single second I was away. And though you didn’t ask, I have to tell you, if I’ve learned anything in the past two days, it’s that you, Gabriel Romero, are most certainly a priority for me.”

“Shame on me?” Ryan said, finally finding his tongue. “What did you expect me to think? You’re standing naked in my kitchen.” “Technically, I’m half-naked.” I stepped out from behind the kitchen island, and Ryan’s eyes shifted to the pants sitting low on my hips. “Holy shit,” he muttered, and then shielded his eyes, making me laugh.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

“You dressed me the night we went to the symphony. So tonight, I get to dress you.” “You are not buying me clothes.” “I am, so deal with it. Now go and make me a coffee.”

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5 - Report any injuries or severed appendages immediately.

Omg 💀💀

When I’d come up with this idea as a date, it immediately struck me as not only something Marcus would never do, but also something that might be freeing for him in a way.

Gabe has such great date ideas 😭😭

His height made him stand out among most, but add in the outfit I’d picked for him tonight and he was easy to spot. In a pair of fitted jeans and a black cable knit that molded to his broad shoulders, his blond hair and that strong jaw made me think of a Viking as he stood there holding his axe—a Viking I’d love to be held captive by.

Marcus looked like he wanted to climb across the table and either strangle me or kiss the hell out of me. I knew which option I wanted. In fact, that sounded like a damn good idea. I slid down from my stool and walked over to him, and when he saw me coming, he widened his legs and let me get up close and personal. “Come on, don’t you want to play with me?”

Ughhh they’re so hot

“Gorgeous,” I muttered, as my hips began to move of their own accord. “You look so fucking gorgeous right now.”

“A masterpiece…” he said, his voice low. “That’s what you are.”

“But I do?” “You’re inspiring a lot more than that.” A smug smile crossed Gabe’s lips, then he winked at me. “Damn right I am.” And that was one of the reasons why. There was something so appealing about someone who knew his worth, and Gabe knew exactly who he was, from the top of his gorgeous head down to his toes.

Gabe let out a sigh. “My music professor at Northwestern.”

WHAT

“Good. So what happened with the professor?” Gabe wrapped his legs around the backs of my thighs and pulled me down so my face was only inches from his. “I realized he was too young for me.” I eyed him as though he’d gone mad, and Gabe laughed. “What? You asked.”

Omg 🤣🤣

“His new PA?” The man scoffed and then laughed a little louder. “And does Tate know that someone as pretty as you sits out here all day and takes orders from his husband?”

💀💀💀💀💀💀

Have you ever hit on Logan?” I shook my head. “No.” “Why not? Is there something wrong with you?” “No. He’s my boss.” “So.” Robbie eyed me as though I was from another planet and then shrugged.

Robbie omg 🤣🤣🤣

Definitely. Why don’t you come to my place? Bring a bag. Or better yet, I’ll send Franklin and you can pack for the weekend. It’s Wednesday. Pack for a LONG weekend.

HAHAHAHA

Mom looked at me and then gestured with her thumb. “El me gusta mucho para tí.”

Awww

Then Dad was right back at it. “So, you never said, what do you do day in and day out, Marcus? I assume you two didn’t meet in college.” “Ha,” I said. “Ha ha ha.”

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“Where?” “It turns out that Marcus shares my love for all things classical music, and he thought he’d surprise me by taking me to the symphony. That’s why Stefan called me in. He heard me showing off for Marcus with Dominique’s cello after the concert.” Daniela turned in my direction, and the approval in her expression made my cheeks heat. I was blushing. Blushing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d blushed—if ever. But here I was all red-cheeked and embarrassed because she thought I was good enough for her son.

“Tu eres el indicado para él.” Not understanding I looked to Gabe, who frowned at his mom. “A qué te refieres, mamá?” She squeezed my hand as she turned to her son. “Él es el bajo de tu corazón agudo.”

🥹🥹🥹🥹

“Eres una romántica mama.” “Tengo la razón, yo sé que la tengo. Él es el indicado.”

I smirked and flicked the hard nub with the tip of my tongue, and when he shivered, I began my descent once again. I shifted further down the longue, my sensitive cock rubbing against the velvet cushions while his rubbed up against my chest. I saw the evidence of our desire all over his abs then lowered my head and licked it up.

ok WOW

“Él es el bajo de tu corazón agudo means: he is the bass of your sharp heart, or treble heart. She was referring to—” “Your necklace.” Marcus trailed his fingers down the chain to the pendant. “She thinks I’m your other half?”

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you, right here in this moment.”

“Uh huh. Well, while you let that marinate for a second, I’m going to go ahead and clear a few things up for you. Yes, I was over talking to Ms. Tennant today. We had a meeting with Mr. St. James, which I’m assuming you already know. What you don’t obviously know is what it was about, but I can assure you it had nothing to do with you getting naked with the man. Although”—Logan nodded—“bravo.”

LOGAN 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

When I didn’t continue, Logan muttered, “Sorry, Tate had a horrendous accident years ago, and it’s never really left me.”

😭😭😭

Franklin held up a folded napkin and—I’d be damned—smiled. “He brought me a tartlet and then told me he was catching an Uber.”

Awww Gabe is the sweetest 😭😭😭

I’d gone after him with all kinds of bad intentions, but as I stared up into the face of my future, my love, my everything, I knew nothing but good would come from what we shared, because this right here was more than just a dream—it was my life, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of it with Marcus. St. James.