Oh, god, Gabriella knew exactly how to drive Greg the craziest. It was incredible, the things she was capable of with her hands. Of course, her naked body squirming against his certainly helped.
"Whatever you want," Greg gasped. His brain was in no condition to do anything but comply right at that moment...
It was all he needed. Greg just let his orgasm sweep over him. He didn't even worry about where his cum went. He just obeyed his beautiful mistress, his lover.
Greg loved that Gabriella enjoyed making him cum as much as he liked doing the same for her. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his jizz had gone everywhere, mainly all over her. It was a truly sexy sight.
A quick glance said there was still time before he needed to go. He laid there with Gabriella's warm, luscious body wrapped around him for a while before he responded, "Lead the way, gorgeous."
Slipping from the bed and walking towards the bathroom. A shower with Greg sounded wonderful. Wash it all away hoping soon even the memories of Vinces return would vanish.
Gabriella took a few seconds to leave the bed, as if she was wondering whether she really wanted to, but she finally slid gracefully out and gave Greg a wry glance back before she started toward the door, knowing Greg would be admiring the view as she left.
And admire he did. 'Fucking work of art,' Greg thought to himself as he watched Gabriella's sexy body retreat.
With the vision of her gorgeous curves etched into his brain once again, he got out of the bed and followed.
As he entered the bathroom, he found Gabriella bent over, getting the water started. It was another opportunity to admire. Her fabulous pussy peeked out from between her thighs, her amazing ass on full display. Greg felt his cock respond to the sight, but he knew he didn't have time to fuck that pussy, as much as he'd love to, not if he was going to get a shower with Gabriella and then get to work on time.
When Gabriella turned, she caught Greg looking. Instead of being embarrassed, the look she gave him said she appreciated his appreciation. It made him smile.
When she beckoned him over, Greg wasted no time, wrapping himself around his beautiful lady, just as she did the same to him. For some time, they stood there, bodies as close as they could be, lips mashed together in desire and relief. It was a far cry from the terror that had lined every strand of her being only a few hours previous. Greg, of course, liked her much better this way...
She moved to step backwards into the tub not wanting to break their embrace. Sealed in the sensual pleasure of the kiss and his embrace she slowly and carefully guided the way into the tub as one.
Greg felt Gabriella pull away, but she didn't let go of him. He knew what that meant, and simply slowly and carefully followed her into the shower, still wrapped in each other''s arms, their lips not separating. It took some doing, but eventually, the warm water cascaded over them both.
Greg loved showering with Gabriella. It was such fun sharing such a tight space with her. Their wet bodies sliding against one another didn't hurt in the least.
After a few minutes just standing under the spray, Greg finally broke the kiss. "I guess if we're going to do this, and I'm going to get to work, we should actually get to it, huh?"
She turned moving to get the body soap and began bathing. Banding it to him she moved away from the wter now that her hair was soaked and reached to get the shampoo.
He hated to have Gabriella let go, but unfortunately, real life dictated it be so.
Greg stepped away to let Gabriella soak her hair, then watched as she began to wash it. Everything this woman did fascinated him, even something so mundane as washing up. Then again, with such a knockout body, it was hard to ignore.
Eventually, he dredged up enough presence of mind to get washing, himself. Still, he stole glances as Gabriella soaped up her body, jealous of the soap suds that clung to her shapely form.
Before too long, they were both clean. Greg's cock had stiffened a little along the way, and he stood there, now washed, admiring Gabriella's body yet again, her hair wet and plastered down her back, rivulets of water streaking over her delicious curves.
"My god, you're beautiful," he gushed, looking at the nude beauty before him. "I don't really care who your people are. I'm astounded that you're mine."
Well sadly you need to finish getting ready for work. Though we still have the bar tonight.
She smiled to him flipping her hair over to wrap a towel around her hair. Wriggling her rear for his view before standing back up right glancing over her shoulder to him.
Greg sighed, "Yeah, I do. I need to make sure Lance didn't fuck up when he left Vince alone. Cuffed hands-and-balls or not, I can't say I trust the bastard didn't manage to get free anyway. Sorry to put that question mark out there, but it comes with the job."
Gabriella did look ravishing, even though he saw her tense when he suggested Vince might still be loose.
He kissed Gabriella, really disliking having to leave her more than ever, A glance back at the door, then he was off, to leave her with whatever speculations might be swimming in her head.
She got ready and was getting in the car to go to work. She hoped Lance had not screwed up nor that Vince had escaped capture but that was the world she knew and no matter what there was always a way out or a person waiting to aid in escape.
Greg found that, yes, Vince was in custody, much to his relief. He smiled and was sufficiently surprised when told how he was found when the police arrived. He even gave a convincing laugh when he was told about how Vince's balls had been cuffed to the headboard. When he asked how they knew he was there, all he got told was, "anonymous tip." It was true. Lance sure as hell wouldn't have given his name, then run from the scene. Even he wasn't stupid enough for that. When he asked if Vince had said anything, he got told he was ranting about "That fucking Lance," and "that goddamn woman and her pig boyfriend," as well as, "You'll never be able to keep me."
The last jarred him. The last thing Greg wanted was for Vince to escape. If Vince got away from the police, it was a sure bet there'd be targets on his, Gabriella's and Lance's backs. If Vince got away, he was afraid it'd be necessary to make that call, and let one of the wild animals loose to clean up the situation - and dirty a whole lot of other things in the process.
On a totally different note, he kept wondering about Gabriella's mission and what that meant for Lance. Sure, he'd helped her escape Vince, but in the long run, it had nothing to do with altruism on Lance's part. Hell, if it hadn't been for him, Gabriella wouldn't have ended up in Vince's hands in the first place. Well, at least she wouldn't have just been fucking handed to him. Lance was a selfish bastard, and even after the whole ordeal, Greg was pretty sure he had a girl right at that moment between his legs sucking his cock, or stretched out over his desk fucking her. Lance needed to be knocked down a couple pegs, and Gabriella had all the cards to get the job done.
At the end of his shift, he was glad to have something positive to tell Gabriella concerning the Vince thing. He also would let her know his decision regarding what to do with Lance and her "mission."
This night, especially after her ordeal, short though it had been, he stepped right behind the bar and swept Gabriella into his arms and kissed her. Somebody howled out, "Get a room!" and he shot back, "Shit. Like you wouldn't like to watch."
He then turned back to the beauty before him and told her, "Vince is in custody. I don't know about court dates or anything, but I was told before this all happened that the police have been looking for him for quite a while, so he isn't getting away anytime soon."
She smiled curling into his embrace. She smiled and kissed him but said nothing of her concerns about his ability to escape. If the cops in multiple places have been looking for him and only caught him now how has he avoided them for so long and what headgame was he playing.
It's over then no more worrying and no more notes and him manipulating people around us.
Greg smiled down into Gabriella's resolute, but hopeful face. "He's down. I don't know how he avoided capture all this time. Some of them get lucky, some of them are just really slick. I think how Vince fucked up this time was trying to recruit Lance Deacon. He failed to realize Lance doesn't like the idea of being anybody's 'man.' He likes to make his own rules, and doesn't like the notion of someone else calling the shots. Vince thought he could be manipulated, and I guess to an extent, he could, or you wouldn't have ended up cuffed to that bed in the first place. Still, Vince's ego didn't consider Lance's.
"Vince is under 24/7 watch. I really doubt he's going anywhere, aside from away for quite a while."
He stopped and just looked down at Gabriella for a few seconds, not giving a damn what anybody else around thought. "As far as what you were asking me a while ago about Lance: Does he have someone in there with him now?"
She shrugged but as the door to the bar opened abruptly it was like a second sense with her she turned sharp tense as if ready to fight. The three-piece suit and two goons walked right up to the bar clearly not recognizing her but the tightly wound combat ready muscles revealed at least to Greg that she knew the slime that just walked in.
Bartender... Doll be a good little girl and run tell Mr Deacon that Callis Daniels is here.
She knew Daniels... He had attempted to cause a turf war back home but Alexi had more control from the shadows of the factions than this guy did but that didn't stop her and her brothers having to run clean up for months after this vermin. Little did she know this was the little bit of Lance's past that Vince was holding over him.