“I feel bad. I should have offered.” I sounded like I was saying I should have offered to do the dishes or pick up the check.

“Gabby, it’s only been a couple of weeks. It’s not like we’ve been married for ten years and you haven’t offered.” He paused, looking at my expression which happened to be an amused smile. “What?”

“You called me Gabby.” I smiled.

“I did? Probably because your parents always call you that.”

“It’s okay. You can call me that if you want. Did you have a nickname?”

“My mom and dad used to call me Brady when I was a kid.”

“Brady? That’s so sweet!”

“Well, you can call me Brady if you want.”

“Oh lord. Adam and Mark are right. We’re a disturbingly cute couple.”

“It’s understandable. We both have happily married, disturbingly cute parents.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty uncommon these days.”

“It’s pretty rare these days, but how did we start out talking about o**l s*x and end up talking about our parents?”

“I don’t know but that’s very disturbingly disturbing. Let’s go back to the original topic. Of course, I realize that by having this conversation I’ve pretty much killed the moment.”

“Trust me. It wouldn’t be hard to revive.”

“Oh yeah?” I smiled and stood up, leaning over to start kissing his neck. He took a deep breath.

“It’s definitely reviving,” he said with a laugh.

“Mm.” I started sucking on his earlobe and slid my hands under his shirt and across his bare abs and chest. His breathing got heavier and his hands went to cup and gently squeeze my br**sts. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then I let my mouth move lower, nibbling a trail and tracing over it with my tongue. He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. I worked my way even lower with open-mouthed kisses, grazing my teeth lightly against his skin and then I licked his belly button, making him groan. I reached down and opened his jeans, realizing, however, that I had encountered some logistical problems. “Uh, I may need some help here.”

He stood up and removed his pants and boxers, showing very clearly that the moment had been very much revived. “So I see you’re up for this,” I quipped.

“Oh man. That was so bad!” He shook his head.

“I’ve got a million of ‘em. Sit down, Harvard.” Harvard sat down.

“Take your shirt and your bra off,” he said huskily.

“Me?”

“Yeah you.” He laughed. “Who do you think I’m talking to?”

“Listen Mr. Funny Guy, I want to do this for you. You don’t have to do anything for me.”

“Being able to see you excites me.”

“Oh, okay.” I had almost forgotten. He was a boob man. I took off my shirt and bra and I could see his eyes get darker. I figured I might as well take the rest off while I was at it and so I slipped out of my shorts and panties too.

“Gabrielle, you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re the beautiful one, Braden.” I sat down on the ottoman again and leaned in to start running my tongue down his happy trail as he started to pant. I could see that he was trying not to squirm and I took pity. Building anticipation is one thing and torture is another. I wrapped my hand around him and took him as far back into my mouth as I could. He gasped and his hips seemed to rise involuntarily. I looked up at him and saw his eyes were fixed on me.

“You look so f**king hot,” he said hoarsely. I slid him in and out of my mouth and used my hand to take care of the part that didn’t fit. As I’ve mentioned before, Braden is a healthy boy, and despite reports to the contrary, my mouth isn’t that big. His breathing started coming in harsh rasps and he reached down and pulled my hair back away from my face, presumably so that he could better see what I was doing to him. I glanced up again and saw that he looked dazed and his face was flushed. He also kept mumbling words of pleasure and encouragement to me continuously, sounding almost delirious. Remembering our encounter in the interview room, I reached down with my other hand and gently squeezed his balls making him groan with pleasure.

Eventually, I sensed that he was getting close. His hips were moving up to meet my mouth and his fingers were buried in my hair. He was breathing quickly and heavily through his mouth and I could feel the tension in his body. Suddenly, he froze. “I’m going to come!” he bit out. I kept going and he tried to pull back. “Baby! I’m…” I started to move faster, not letting him escape. He didn’t finish — well his sentence anyway. He groaned louder and let out a ragged breath as his body shuddered. I swallowed quickly and he looked down at me with stunned bliss. “That was so good,” he said, still breathing heavily. “My heart’s beating so fast.”

“You’re not going to have a heart attack or something, are you?” I asked nervously. I could just picture that story on Page Six – senator’s son winds up in hospital…

“No.” He laughed. “But we’ll have to be careful when I’m Mr. Davis’ age.”

“Okay. No oral attention for you when you’re one hundred and five or however old he was.”

“I just said we would have to be careful. Not that we had to stop completely. Now trade places with me because I want to see if you can handle my sharp tongue.” Inner-Gabrielle hit the floor.

We finally made it to my bathroom to wash up for bed. Then we snuggled in together and I thought about how warm he always felt, like my own personal furnace.

“So what did you think of my crazy family?”

“I love your parents. They have a great sense of humor and they seem really down-to-earth.”

“I’m glad you like them. They like you too. I can tell.”

“Well, that’s good. Your other relatives are pretty wild but they’re funny as hell.”

“You say that now.”

“It’ll just make your dad and me closer.”

“He always wanted a son. We should sleep now. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“Good night baby. I’ll dream about you.”

“Me too, Braden,” I said quietly and leaned up to kiss him goodnight.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

We slept late, enjoyed some leisurely morning sex, showered together and made our way downstairs, where my parents had set up a nice spread with genuine New York bagels, cream cheese, veggies and fresh fruit. There was also fresh squeezed juice and the nectar of the gods, good hot coffee. After breakfast my dad took Braden out for a walk to show him some more of the neighborhood, and presumably, to get to know him better. I decided to use the opportunity to check in with Jess and find out how Marla night with Cam had gone. I got out my cell and gave her a call. She answered on the first ring. I think she had been waiting for my call.