Page 31 of Claimed By the Boss

“Mango-peach.” He kisses the side of my head. “They were out of strawberries.”

“With how much you spend on these, you could have bought a blender.” I frown at him. “Stop wasting so much money.”

He smiles. “Just try your smoothie.”

Dutifully, I sip on the straw and hum with happiness.

A pleased rumble comes from him. “You like?”

“Yeah.” Without thinking, I lift my face to Nolan’s, and his mouth covers mine.

His hand cradles the back of my head as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping in for a taste. Desire pools in my hips, and I wiggle on his lap, feeling his cock harden under my thigh. His pheromones thicken, making me melt against him.

A throat clearing jars me back to reality with the reminder that we’re not alone. Heat sweeps up my neck and into my cheeks as I pull back.

“Sweet, but strawberry is better.” Nolan swipes his thumb over my damp lips. “Are you okay? Did they threaten you?”

“They tried to pay me off to leave you.” I glance at Aaiden. “They low-balled me at fifty thousand.”

“Really, brother?” Nolan gasps in mock offense. “My net worth is in the billions. At least offer six-figures.”

Aaiden closes the checkbook. “Always bid low and go up from there.”

“Do you want fifty thousand?” Nolan rubs my thigh. “Say the word, and I’ll deposit it in your bank account today.”

My elbow bounces off his hard abs. “Stop wasting money.”

“Damn, he’s a cutie,” whispers one of the cousins. “Maybe I should go check out the Omegas at Nolan’s nightclubs.”

A slap sounds, followed by an, “Ouch.”

Nolan’s arms tighten possessively around me. “Are you done with the grandstanding now? Leo’s the real deal, and I’m not letting him go.”

“We can’t be too careful after the disaster Ezra brought home.” Aaiden meets my eyes. “Betray my brother, and no one will find your body. And that’s not an idle threat.”

Pretty sure that he’s serious, I gulp and raise my smoothie cup, taking another long sip.

Nolan nuzzles my cheek. “So, what’s this about demanding a cheeseburger? Weren’t you working on an entire presentation about this? I’ve really been looking forward to being stimulated by your nutritional charts.”

Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I choke on a mouthful of mango-peach.

As Nolan helpfully pats my back, Mrs. Bustly returns and proudly sets a basketball-sized bowl of dark-green leaves in front of me with a mountain of avocado, boiled eggs, and salmon piled on top. “Here you are, dear. Put some meat on those bones of yours.”

Dismayed, I stare down at the enormous salad. “Wow. This looks just as delicious as the one from two nights ago.”

A snort of laughter comes from somewhere in the room.

Nolan nudges me. “Go on. Eat your lunch.”

“Cheeseburger,” I whimper as I shift on Nolan’s lap to sit facing forward and pick up the heavy silver fork. “Pepperoni pizza.”

Nolan’s hand spreads over my stomach. “You can give me your presentation later to convince me.”

“Wait, are you seriously denying him a cheeseburger?” One of the twins gestures at me. “He could blow away in a stiff breeze! Feed him some red meat.”

My wide eyes meet his, hope for fast food blooming inside me.

He blinks several times, and pink stains his cheeks. “Wow, that look is very…” He shifts in his seat. “Very convincing.”

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