Babes Stripping For Love

Gage doesn’t kiss on the lips, he didn’t like to be kissed not when it means intimacy. Those were the small moments he used to indulge when he was with his late wife.

But when Bree kissed him, Gage did not retreat, he didn’t want to pull back from the kiss like he always does with other women. He realized that wanted her, god knows he did, and he felt like a manipulative boss who second-guessed himself whenever Bree was near.

He kept assuring himself that he would have Bree just like Jade, everything worked out between them. Gage wanted Jade and he got her out of his system a couple of months later now both kept their professional attitude and she stayed working at Babes to support her kid while Gage helped whenever he can just because he wanted to.

The man thought he could do the same with Bree. From the first moment he saw her and learned about her situation he felt the great urge to be her savior, he wanted to be there for her. Badly.

The knock on his front door made him get up from his seat and put down his coffee. And when Gage opened his door Elvis was there with Hazel and Mrs. Mancini behind him.

“Gage! Mommy!” the little girl leaped into her mom’s arms the second Bree was to Gage’s side but then she winced when Hazel accidentally put pressure on her bruised hip.

“Mommy, what happened to your neck?”

Gage was talking to Elvis when the question surprised him. Mrs. Mancini was about to take the little girl from her mom’s arms when Bree lied expertly, “it’s my allergy.”

But what startled him again was Hazel’s innocent reply. “Oh, just like when we’re at daddy’s?”

And apparently, it wasn’t just him, both Mrs. Mancini and Elvis were giving her the questioning look while Gage cursed silently thinking Bree surely needed a break from her fucked up life.

“Hazel, darling, why don’t you and Mrs. Mancini put your teddies in the guest bedroom and get them settled in while your mom makes you some chocolate milk?” the little girl nodded and give Gage her cutest smile before she grab her nanny’s hand ushering her to the room Gage pointed seconds earlier. Elvis grabbed their bags and followed the little girl.

“I can’t stay here. This is too much.”

“Bree, stop struggling. Let me help you. It’s about time you have someone on your side.”

“You’re my boss, I can’t.”

“You’re not working at the moment, not for the next couple of days, not with that wounds.”

“Oh, god…” the realization hit her and she was on the verge of saying no, but Gage was quick to put his hand on hers, “Let me help you. Stay here, I have a spare room.” Gage was prepared to convince her further when he relaxed as she finally nodded, though her face was still painted with the burden.

A few minutes later, Elvis took Mrs. Mancini to return to her apartment. Bree got her phone back and Hazel was sitting happily in front of the living room television with a cup of chocolate milk while watching cartoons.

“Elvis will be back with groceries, why don’t you text him Hazel’s favorites so he can buy them. You’re my guest, don’t worry about the cost.” He made sure Bree understood and left her to ask Hazel what kind of cookies and cereal she wanted.

He left them to their privacy and was back to his home office wanting to know Rockford’s progress. Gage continue to work until Bree knocked on his door.

“I made lunch.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize it’s been hours.” Gage couldn’t get in touch with Rockford, so he busied himself with days worth of paperwork on his desk. It was a never ending administration work that his late wife repeatedly told him to hire someone to help him with. But Gage likes to get lost in it, he likes to be on top of things and micromanage everything.

Bree made lasagna, it was easy and quick. She had texted Elvis to buy the ingredients, she wanted to thank Gage for taking them in.

“Wow, smells so good.” Gage walked into the kitchen and saw that Bree had set the dining table for three. It had been years since he sat there to eat and he had to shake his head when his chest tightened from the familiar feel of a home-cooked meal that his late wife used to prepare for him.

“Gage! Mommy made my favorite!” Hazel’s words broke his gloomy thoughts, the little girl was seated on her baby chair strapped onto the dining chair, propping her higher to be able to eat by herself.

“Well, from the looks of it, it’s going to be my favorite too.” He smiled, putting his hand on Hazel’s as she beamed enthusiastically from her chair.

“Everything is her favorite, she’s at an age where she loves everything but vegetables.” And just like on cue Bree put a couple of broccoli on her plate and Hazel let out a sigh of disappointment making Gage laugh.

It’s been years since he laughed at the dining table. Gage liked the lasagna very much. It was good, so good that he asked for seconds to which Bree brightens knowing he enjoyed her cooking.

The afternoon rolled by easily, and Hazel was tucked in for her nap time after she had her medication. Then Bree joined him when Gage invited her for coffee in the little seating area of his home office.

“Thank you for lunch, I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in so long. I really enjoyed it, and Hazel is too adorable.” He complimented and started drinking his coffee as he took a break from his work.

“It’s the least I can do, do you have anything in mind for dinner?”

“Bree, you’re here as my guest not to cook my meals. We can order in.”

“I need to busy myself or I’ll start a pity party, which one do you prefer?”

Gage shook his head but smiled, he was liking her persistence. “You can cook and surprise me with the menu, thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Bree looked at him, hiding her smile behind her cup as she took another sip of her coffee. But as soon as the smile was gone her chin trembled and Gage instinctively moved closer to her side.

“Hey, everything is going to be okay.”

“I know, I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

Gage pulled her into his arms and Bree didn’t refuse, instead, she let him hold her close and kiss her forehead softly. She sighed and her body melts onto his chest. The warm fuzzy feeling engulfed her senses.

She didn’t know what came over her when Bree moved onto his lap, straddling him, and started to moan the second his lips were on hers. She should get away from him but all she could think was that she needed it. Bree was being selfish for once and getting what she wanted. And at that moment it was Gage. It has been Gage for a while now. Bree wanted him. She had been resisting her urge to want him since the first time he told her to perform a lap dance as part of her interview.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Bree,” he whispered while she shuddered when she felt his hands trailing underneath her t-shirt. Bree had changed her clothes when Mrs. Mancini arrived with her belongings. She was wearing her shorts with a lavender t-shirt which Gage finds her adorable in.

The man grunted when she started grinding, making him hard in seconds. It had been too long for Bree and having Gage under her, wanting it as much, made her kiss him deeper while her hands hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and trail kisses down his neck.

“Fuck.” He cursed when Bree sensually moved her hips, easily arousing him to the point where he took control and grabbed her to lay her back on the sofa. “Bree, are you sure about this?”

She replied with another moan and took it further when she reached the end of her t-shirt and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. Gage let out the sexiest growl when he lowered the lace bra and started licking and sucking on her nipples.

“Gage, please…” she mewled from under him, took his hand guiding him between her legs. Bree didn’t want to think, she just wanted him, right then and there. She wanted release, she was chasing her high, and kissed him harder to suppress her slutty moans.

“Ssh… I’ll take care of you,” he whispered huskily as he trailed his kisses down, stripped her of her shorts and panties, and get between her legs to ravish her with his mouth. He took her thighs to his shoulder, held them, and part her wider while he taste her arousal, sucked her deeper, taking her higher and closer with each stroke of his tongue.

“Gage, oh… more, fuck, yesss… so close…” she thrusts her hips, wanting more of him while he kept his pace and hold her down, both wanting the same thing, both wanted her climax until she did and he kept on sucking her while her fingers grabbed his strands and her legs wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

Bree blushed when she realized that she had her boss’s face between her legs. The man had lust in his eyes, but he didn’t do anything further but kissed the inside of her thighs and watched her naked body as if she was the most perfect specimen of a woman.

“I… oh god, I shouldn’t have, I’m…”

“Bree, I like you, I wanted you and you wanted me.” He shut her mind by putting her almost naked body on his lap and letting her rest her head on his naked chest. Gage was still hard under his pants but he shook his head when Bree offered to pleasure him.

“This is for you, I can take care of myself later.” He planted a gentle kiss on her temple and she melts into his embrace. For once in her life, she felt cherished and she didn’t want the feeling to end as she snuggled closer into his arms.