Page 215 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1
I’m working. I’m surrounded.
But it’s him.
So I do.
Can’t wait to have you over my knees tonight. Going to swat your ass until you can’t sit for a week, then put you on your knees and fuck that pretty mouth until you’re begging for my cock somewhere else. Hank’s already picked out the restraints.
Oh. My. God.
My spine locks. Heat slams into me like a brick wall.
And then—before I can blink—Jenna snatches the phone right out of my hand.
“JENNA!”
Too late.
Her eyes scan the screen. Widen.
And then?—
“Oh my fucking GOD,” she screeches. “Gabe!”
“Give it back!” I lunge for the phone.
She spins, holding it up like it’s the damn Ark of the Covenant. “Malia. Look at this. Your girl is about to get demolished.”
Malia’s already crowding in. “Wait, our Ally?”
Mia peeks over her shoulder and reads the text while my entire face turns crimson.
“Holy shit. That’s not sexting. That’s a scene outline.” Mia passes my phone to Sophia, who reads aloud.
“Put you on your knees and—oh wow. Okay. I’m… Wow…”
“Give. Me. My. Phone,” I growl, grabbing blindly as the entire café explodes in laughter.
“Ally, your face is beet red,” Rebel gasps, clutching her chest. “This is so on brand. Gabe turned the tables on you. He definitely wins this round.”
“Not fair.” I stomp my foot and groan. “I’m supposed todropthe filth,” I groan. “I set the tone. I write the smutty soundtrack. Not him.”
Jenna howls. “Oh honey, the soundtrack just dropped—and it’s a whole damn album.”
Meanwhile, Gabe?
Unbothered. Unrepentant. Absolutely victorious.
He leans on the counter, dark eyes glittering with amusement. “Did I overshare, sweetheart?”
His voice? Molten silk laced with smug.
I snatch the phone back and glare at him. “You planned this.”
His smirk says of course I did.
I set the phone down slowly, like it might detonate again. Then look up, my voice dripping sugar and venom.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Gabe leans in closer, gazelocked on mine.
