Gabriel's Naughty Game

By Madelynne Ellis

“I want to see you with another guy.”

After Gabriel tells me his fantasy, I want to laugh it off, pretend it’s a joke. But, I know it isn’t—he’s serious. I’m all for a little daring in the bedroom, but this is too risky. It gets even worse when Gabriel reveals who he wants me to sleep with: Nye, the only other man who’s ever tempted me.

I soon realise there’s more to Gabriel’s plan than simple voyeurism. But whatever Gabriel wants, Gabriel gets…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Madelynne Ellis
• Release date: Jan 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386651956

Madelynne Ellis

Madelynne Ellis is a multi-published British author of erotic romance. Her novels and short stories have been published by a variety of houses both in the UK and US. She is best known for her Regency set novels for pioneering British erotica publisher Black Lace, but also enjoys writing contemporary and paranormal settings. Her aim is to deliver scorching, character-driven stories that enchant, torment and don’t shy from darker aspects of life. Madelynne lives in the UK.

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Gabriel’s Naughty Game

Madelynne Ellis

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I want to see you with another guy.

After Gabriel tells me his fantasy, I want to laugh it off, pretend it’s a joke. But, I know it isn’t—he’s serious. I’m all for a little daring in the bedroom, but this is too risky. It gets even worse when Gabriel reveals who he wants me to sleep with: Nye, the only other man who’s ever tempted me.

I soon realise there’s more to Gabriel’s plan than simple voyeurism. But whatever Gabriel wants, Gabriel gets…

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-1-

I want to see you with another guy.

Gabriel’s staring at me from behind the heavy frames of his glasses, his blue eyes full of aching sincerity.

Yeah, I laugh, between mouthfuls of cornflakes, course you do. What the hell sort of bloke wants to see his girl going at it with another guy. Only Gabriel doesn’t laugh along with me. His gaze remains fixed, watching me dip my spoon into the milk and lift it up again. He watches me chew and daub my lips clean.

I’m serious, Em. I want to watch him go down on you, see him lick your pussy and then fill you with his dick. I want to watch everything, your blush, each caress. I want to hear every squeak and each word he makes you hiss. I want to see your eyes light up as you come.

Hm… I respond. It strikes me that he can do all of those things without involving another man. What makes you think I want to have sex with another man? I’ve you. One cock is plenty. Embarrassment makes me brusque, and I want to laugh this off, pretend it’s all a joke, but I know it isn’t. Gabriel’s voice is soft, and he’s still. Really still. Gabriel’s always composed when he’s serious, like he has to hold himself in check for fear of being misinterpreted.

He hops up onto one of the high breakfast stools and leans across the countertop towards me. His long fingertips steeple and tap the edge of my cereal bowl. You’re quite sure about that? You’ve never dreamed about having two guys? I thought that was standard female fantasy these days.

His cocky nonchalance is an act. He’s invested in this. I can sense it.

So, we’re talking about threesomes now, are we? I raise my brows, trying to keep the conversation light, but failing. This is hardly our typical 7A.M. subject matter. Normally this early, we converse in guttural grunts and yawns.

Gabriel thinks a moment, tapping the bowl again before pressing his index fingers to his succulent pout. No, he answers slowly, voice still steady. I don’t want to be part of it. I just want to watch. A smile creeps into the depths of his eyes as he speaks, and dimples appear in his left cheek. Say you’re game. Please, Em. I really want to watch you.

Really?

Really, really.

The thing with Gabriel is that what he wants he nearly always gets. I don’t know if it’s some weird ass talent he has, or simple good luck, and normally I enjoy watching things unfold, but now I’m slap bang at the centre of that want, I’m not feeling quite so cool.

Breakfast done, I hop down from my perch and drop the bowl into the sink. A wan smile still plays upon his lips and his gaze never leaves me as he follows me into the living room. I’m all for games and a little daring in the bedroom, but this seems particularly transgressive. He’s asking me to fuck someone else, after months of being only with him. I don’t know. Part of me is alarmed; the rest is lining up fantasy candidates like cruising for extra cock is part of my normal routine. I can’t help it. We all have our rainy day guys, right?

I slip on my coat, ready to head out the door. Was there someone you had in mind? I throw at him as a parting remark. I figure there must be someone. He’s obviously been planning this out. Gabriel doesn’t do spontaneity, not that I’ve witnessed anyway.

Gabe waits until after we’ve kissed goodbye and I’ve one foot over the threshold before he replies, Yes, absolutely. I think you should do it with Nye.

Holy hell!

The notion hits me like a sucker punch to the groin. I gulp goldfish style and wobble