Page 90 of Gunner

“Gunner, do you know what I do for a living?”

“Yea, baby. You’re a shrink.”

Breathing heavily, from frustration and passion combined, I asked, “And what does a shrink do, Gunner?”

He stopped what he was doing. Lifting his head, he looked at me.

“Is Derek a patient?”

“I can’t answer that, Gunner.”

“Baby, if he’s a patient just tell me he’s a fucking patient.”

“Oh my God, do you even listen to me?” I asked, shoving at his chest. I climbed off the bed and turned to glare at him. He looked genuinely shocked.

“Of course, I listen.”

“Then you would understand the dozen times I have told you, I cannot discuss my patients with anyone. Not even you!” I threw my hands in the air and turned toward the door.

You know, for a giant, Gunner moved freakishly fast. He scrambled off the bed and made it to the door before I did.

It had to be his freakishly long freaking legs.

Two steps and he was across the room.

“I’m sorry, Haizley. I didn’t know you couldn’t say someone was a patient. I thought you just weren’t allowed to talk about what they told you.” He pulled me into his arms, and I let him. I had no self-control when it came to Gunner. If he wanted to hold me in his arms, I would let him for as long as I could.

“There are laws, Gunner. I know you guys may not care about breaking the law, but I could lose my license.”

Gunner grabbed my shoulders and leaned back to look at me with a frown. “We aren’t a 1% club anymore, baby.”

“Do not patronize me, Gunner.” I pulled away from him.

“Haizley, I mean it. We aren’t outlaws. Not anymore.”

“Maybe not, but you can’t convince me everything you do is legal.”

Gunner never looked away from me, his lips pursed, but he didn’t argue with my assessment either. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew men like the Silver Shadows didn’t walk completely inside the line. I just wasn’t sure how far outside the line they walked or whether I could accept that.

“Come here, baby.”

Gunner moved to the bed and sat on the end. He pulled me over until I stood between his legs. His hands latched onto the back of my thighs and slowly moved up and down. Never getting close enough to my ass to be inappropriate.

“What are we doing, Gunner?”

“What do you mean?” he asked as he finally cupped my ass in his large hands. He tugged me forward until I fell on him, straddling his lap.

“Why am I here? In your room?”

“I think that’s obvious, baby.”

“I am not having sex with you.”

“How about you let me check your piercing?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down, and I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“You aren’t getting anywhere near my piercing.”

“Wanna bet?”

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