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  He kissed her hot and hard, then let her go. She felt a breeze over her bare breasts now that they weren’t being warmed by his big hands and his mouth, but she didn’t feel cold. At all. The way he watched her made her feel like her skin was burning. He kept his eyes on her as he stepped back and his hands went to his fly. He unbuttoned and unzipped.

  Addison felt a kick in her chest and a tightening in her core. Sex had just never been so…direct. That seemed like a strange word, but she couldn’t remember any of the men she’d been with before this ever being so verbal about what they wanted to do to her. And what they wanted her to do.

  She watched, her eyes riveted on his hands, completely objectifying him in this moment. The guy was hot. Period. He had hard, ridged abs, and great arms, and big hands, and as those hands parted his jeans and pushed them down a few inches, she saw that delicious V on either side of those abs. And then he tugged his boxers down. Her mouth went dry as she took him in. He was…big. Thick and long and hard. He stroked up and down his length with his hand, letting her look. Without thinking, she swallowed hard and licked her lips. She needed to touch him. She’d never felt that before either. This need to be against him, to feel him, to wrap herself around him.

  It was clear that Gabe had no problem with her just staring at him. He stroked himself twice more, then picked up the beignet that he’d set on the table to his right. She’d almost forgotten about the beignets. Now she may never have a craving again in her life that didn’t include powdered sugar.

  He lifted the beignet above his cock and shook it, letting powdered sugar fall over the big, hard length.

  Then he tossed the beignet to the side and said, “Come here, Addison.”

  Whether it was the tone—a firm, gruff tone that tripped over her body like fingertips stroking her—or the intent behind the words, or just the big, hot guy who clearly wanted her badly saying them, Addison could do nothing other than step forward.

  He put his hands in her hair, gathering it back, then leaned in to kiss her. His tongue moved against hers in slow, deep thrusts. Her hands splayed over his ribs as she let him make love to her mouth, but after only a few moments, she couldn’t stop from sliding her hands down to his hips, then around to his ass. She pressed close, rubbing her nipples over his chest and pressing close to the erection she was aching for. She reached between them, gripping him with one hand and stroking up and down.

  He pulled back with a groan, resting his forehead against hers. “Damn, Addison.”

  The gravel in his voice encouraged her. She leaned back and looked into his eyes as she slid her hand up and down his cock. Then she lifted her hand and dragged her tongue from the center of her palm and up the length of her middle finger, licking up the powdered sugar.

  Heat flashed in his eyes and he sucked a breath in through his nose. “On your knees, Ad.”

  Him calling her the shortened nickname was almost hotter than the look on his face. And the fact that he wanted her on her knees.

  She sank to the floor with what she was sure was a sly smile.

  This woman might kill him. But if he could chose the way to die, his cock in Addison Sloan’s mouth while a jazz sax played “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” was absolutely the way he’d pick.

  He loved that Ernie knew Frank Sinatra’s entire body of work and he was going to give the guy another fifty if he finished that playlist and just started over from the top. Sinatra was perfect for tonight and he kind of thought Frank would agree.

  Addison sank to her knees in front of him, her hands sliding down his body from ribs to thighs, with a smile that made him want to not let her up from there for a very long time. He stroked himself, watching her watch him. He had one hand still in her hair and her fingers curled into his thighs like she was hanging on tight.

  Then she opened her mouth.

  His groan came from the very depths of his soul and his cock pulsed with anticipation. “Ad,” he said roughly.

  She looked up at him. Then, with those big brown eyes fixed on his, she said, “Please, Gabe.”

  Please? Please? Fuck, yeah. He’d give her anything she wanted. And it was clear what she wanted right now. With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he nudged her head forward with his other hand. “Take me.”

  He slid forward over her tongue and she made a moaning sound that tightened his balls. “God,” he ground out as her lips closed around him. She took him deep and her eyes slid shut. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

  Her lips glided up his length, sucking even as she pulled back. She licked at his head, then down to the base, before sucking him in again.

  It was glorious torture for the two minutes he lasted. But he needed more of her before this ended and she was pushing him to the brink even now.

  He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her back, leaning over to take her mouth in a thorough and hot kiss. She tasted like powdered sugar and lust and he kept kissing her even as he pulled her to her feet and started walking her toward the French doors to the balcony.

  At the threshold he paused to tuck himself back into his jeans, but didn’t bother to re-zip. “Take your panties off,” he said gruffly against her lips. He pulled the front of her shirt over her bare breasts but wasn’t about to pause long enough to button her up. The tavern sat on a corner so to one side there was no other building—or balcony. On the other side it was a good thirty feet to the next balcony and it was empty right now. Someone from the street could potentially see them up here, but there was no way they’d know what was going on as long as most of their skin was covered.

  Addison wiggled against him as she reached under her skirt and tugged her panties down, shifting to lift one foot, then the other. She got the red silk untangled from the heel of her shoe and held it up.

  “It matches your skirt.” He gave her a grin. “Nice.”

  “Thanks.” She tossed it over his shoulder.

  He put his hands on her hips and started walking her backward.

  She lifted a brow. “You’ve got an exhibitionist side?”

  “I’ve got a get-Addison-as-wet-as-possible side and I’m thinking balconies in the French Quarter help with that.”

  He bumped her up against the balcony and she laughed. “Not sure it’s a good thing that you’ve already figured that out.”

  “Oh, it’s good that you’re going to come harder than you ever have.”

  She gave a little moan and he leaned in to kiss her neck. He gathered her hair back and ran his mouth up and down the slender column. He slipped his hands under the back of her shirt, his palm stroking up her spine. Her shirt gaped in the front, her nipples rubbing over his shirt.

  “You okay with this?” he asked.

  She swallowed and nodded.

  “Because I really want to be the guy who makes you come like this.” But he had to know she was with him here, that she wanted this.

  She moaned and nodded again. “Anything. I’m okay with anything. All of it.”

  He started gathering her skirt up in one hand, inching it up her thighs. It was fitted, showing off her hips and ass, but it moved easily and he knew he’d be able to get it high enough to have some fun out here. He wasn’t going to fuck her on the balcony. But he was going to make her very happy here.

  He got the skirt high enough in the front for what he needed. No one on the street could really see what was going on. There was a table and a chair sitting in the corner where Logan usually had his morning coffee, blocking the view from Jackson Square. If someone looked up they’d see Addison leaning on the railing, but they would have a hard time making out Gabe’s form in the shadow, on his knees.

  “Foot up on the other railing Ad,” he said, sinking to the ground in front of her.

  The railing had swirling designs and they were close enough to reach the side where it ran along the edge of the balcony to the building.

  “Are you kid—” she started.

  He grabbed her ankle and lift
ed it, placing her foot on the top of the curved swirl in the center of the railing.

  “Oh!” she gasped.

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Yeah, oh.”

  Then he focused. In this position, her skirt came up high enough that he could see…everything. The gorgeous pussy that he intended to get to know very well tonight.

  “Damn, Addison,” he growled. “You’re fucking perfect.”

  “I—” She started to move her hand to pull her skirt down.

  He grasped her wrist, stopping her, and looked up. “If you don’t want this, just say the word. But don’t you for one second feel embarrassed or shy with me. You’re gorgeous and I want to worship you all night long. We’ll only do what you want to do, but for the record, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to have the taste of your pussy on my tongue right now.”

  She took a shuddering breath, then moved her hand. She put both of them on the railing behind her, gripping the iron, and looking at him with a combination of heat, amazement, and a little bit of nervousness.

  He stroked a hand up and down her calf. “Ad, I need to hear you say you’re good.”

  She wet her lips and nodded. “I’m good.”

  “Are you—”

  “Gabe, I think I might die if you don’t do this. Now.”

  Okay then, that was all he needed to hear.

  “Hold the front of your skirt up.” He wanted her participating.

  She grasped the bottom of the skirt and pulled it a little higher. It still covered her ass, but her thighs and pussy were on display for him.

  “This is going to be my favorite place to be,” he told her sincerely.

  She gave a soft, surprised little laugh. He leaned in and kissed her inner thigh. The muscle jumped and she caught her breath. He gave the silky skin a little lick and then moved higher. He kissed his way up to the place he needed to be like he needed air. He kissed her, then licked again, this time his tongue flicking over her clit.

  Her breath hissed out.

  He did it again. Then again. And within seconds she was gripping his hair with one hand, white-knuckling the railing with the other, and making the most amazing sounds he’d ever heard. He stayed right there, sucking, licking, telling her how sweet she was, how much he wanted her, how he was never going to be able to hear a saxophone again without remembering her taste, until she was flying up over the peak, her head thrown back, gasping his name.

  Gabe came to his feet quickly, taking her face in his hands, and kissing her, stroking her mouth like he had her pussy. She put her arms around his neck and climbed up his body, wrapping her legs around his waist. He cupped her ass and turned, striding into the bedroom.

  He dumped her on the bed and yanked his shirt up over his head. Her blouse and bra were on the floor by the bed by the time he tossed his. He shed his jeans and boxers as she shimmied out of her skirt and then he was on her. They kissed hungrily as her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock nestled against the wet heat he’d just devoured.

  “Condom,” he said hoarsely, needing to be inside of her immediately. He started to push himself up to reach for the bedside table, but she held a square packet up with a smile.

  He had no idea where that had come from and he didn’t fucking care.

  She tore it open with her teeth and reached between them, rolling it on in a quick, smooth motion, then wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him back down for another kiss.

  He kissed her deeply, then straightened his elbow, pushing himself up on one arm. He had to watch her as he slid inside the first time. He lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder and she took a big deep breath, her eyes hot, her cheeks flushed.

  “You ready for me, Ad?”

  “So ready,” she said huskily.

  He pressed forward, feeling the tip slip into her sweet heat. He blew out a breath. This was going to be so good. He already knew.

  She reached down and squeezed his ass as she tilted her hips. “All of you, Gabe.”

  Her saying his name, the scent of her body, the music and the very air around them, all combined into the perfect blend of sensations as he thrust forward, sinking deep. They groaned together and paused, savoring the moment. But not for long. He needed to move.

  “Favorite. Place. In the world,” he told her gruffly as he stroked in and out.

  “Never want you to leave,” she returned.

  That would be just fine with him. He slid a hand under her ass and shifted her hips.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned. “Right there.”

  He did it again, watching her eyes slide shut and felt her pussy tightened around him. She gripped his butt and met his thrusts, her breathing quickening. He felt the beginning tremor of an orgasm at the base of his spine and he clamped his eyes shut, holding it off. Not yet. Not yet.

  But Addison was right there with him. He felt her body tightening around him, heard her little gasps, and saw her gripping the sheet in her fist as her climax built.

  “Need you to come for me, Ad,” he told her through gritted teeth.

  “Yes, I’m there. I’m almost there.”

  He reached between them and circled her clit. “Again, Addison. Just like you did on my tongue. Let me feel you lose it. Let me feel all that sweetness.”

  “Gabe.”

  He thrust again, pumping into her, as deep as he could get. “We fit perfectly. Your pussy was made to take my cock. I can feel every fucking inch of you and I want to you to feel me in every move you make three days from now. I want you to be sitting in a meeting in New York and I want you to shift on your chair and feel the way I stretched you and filled you and fucked you.”

  She moaned and he felt her whole body tighten.

  “And I want you to be in bed three nights from now, desperate, wet, aching, and I want you to put your hand between your legs and I want you to remember my fingers, my tongue, my cock making you come over and over again. And when you fuck yourself, I want you saying my name when you go over that edge.”

  “Gabe!” Her body clamped down on him as she called his name, her orgasm rushing through her.

  He felt a surge of triumph and lust that took away any restraint he might have had. He pumped into her, deep and hard. “Just. Like. That,” he told her. Then his orgasm hit and he shouted her name as pleasure crashed over him.

  The ripples went on and on and he held himself up off of her for nearly a minute as he relished every bit of it.

  Finally, he let her leg down, went onto his elbow and rolled to the side, keeping her against him.

  They lay like that, breathing hard, hearts racing, skin cooling for long minutes.

  Then Addison said, “Best beignets ever.”

  He laughed and squeezed her ass. “Maybe we should actually, you know, eat one. You’re going to need the sustenance.”

  She lifted her head. “Just me?”

  “Well, New York, I’m willing to let you try to wear me out.”

  She gave him a grin that had him planning four other positions—including against the wall—they needed to get to before the sun came up.

  “New York is the city that never sleeps, you know,” she told him, shifting so her mouth was just above his.

  Ah, yes. Sinatra even sang about it. Gabe rolled so she was under him again and said, “Yeah, why don’t you show me a little bit about New York tonight, too?”

  She smiled up at him and wrapped her legs around his waist again. “Deal.”

  “It’s amazing how perfectly your ass fits in my hands.”

  Addison smiled as Gabe dragged his mouth down her throat to kiss her collar bone.

  “I had an amazing weekend,” she told him sincerely, running her hand through his thick, dark hair just before he lifted his head.

  He gazed down at her, his eyes hot. “Incredible,” he agreed.

  The cab at the curb gave a short honk. Yeah, yeah, she knew he was there. Gabe had walked her down and she’d planned to give him a quick kiss, a “thanks for every
thing,” and then to say goodbye.

  For good.

  It wasn’t turning out to be that easy. They’d been kissing and hugging for nearly five minutes.

  “Thanks for…” She swallowed. “Everything.” Which sounded ridiculous. Everything? The beignets? The pecan pie? The seafood pot pie? Yeah, she’d probably gained five pounds in two days. Not only did New Orleans have some of the best food in the world, but Gabe Trahan knew where to find the best of the best everything. Thankfully, he’d also supplied plenty of sweaty workouts—sweaty, naked workouts—and she hoped that she’d burned at least a few of the calories off.

  But no, what she was thanking him for was the way he’d transported her into a world where, for just a little bit, it had been all about fun, and laughter, and sex, and food, and…pleasure. She hadn’t worried. She hadn’t planned. She hadn’t had to really think of anyone but herself.

  That was the gift he’d given her. Not something she even really wanted to keep up with on a permanent basis. Her life in New York was amazing. It was something she would happily go back to. But these thirty-six hours with Gabe had been…like a dream. A fantasy. And yeah, she was grateful for that. Even if she couldn’t tell him all the reasons why it had mattered so much.

  “You’re welcome for…everything,” he said, mimicking the way she’d paused before the last word.

  Of course, he said it in that slow drawl with that sexy half grin that made her want to never wear panties again just so she could push him up against any wall any time he gave it to her.

  She laughed, kissed him on the mouth, and then stepped back. “I have to go.” Elena was expecting her at the office in twenty minutes. Addison was consulting on the restoration of an old church in the Garden District. She was meeting with the team this morning before flying back to New York.

  “I know.” He tucked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

  Addison took a deep breath, gave him a smile, nodded, and pivoted on her heel. She was relieved he hadn’t asked for her number. They’d made it pretty clear early on that they were both okay with making this weekend about just this weekend. No personal details, no emails or phone numbers for future contact.