Page 39 of Adored
“No worries. I was just taking a moment with my boyfriend,” he admitted.
As soon as he said it, Gamble fought not to cringe.
There was that horrible word again, and Gamble didn’t like it. That had to change, and soon.
He wantedALLof Poe.
“Has the chef made anything for lunch?” he asked, feeling the need to take care of his Marine.
She nodded.
“Yes, Sir. He’s just wrapping it up and was waiting for you to show up.”
Well, it looked like it was time to eat.
“Thank you, Nicolle,” he said, as the woman nodded and backed out of the room to give them privacy.
“We’re definitely going to fire everyone,” Poe said, feeling a little sorry that he’d just hired them. “I want to have my alone time with you.”
Gamble grinned.
Poe was still against him, and they both had erections. They’d have no use for a ballroom, but he wouldn’t mind christening this room too.
“Where were we?” Gamble asked, finding his mouth again, and knowing what he’d rather have for lunch.
His man.
Poe slipped his hands into the Marine’s hair, and held on for one hell of a ride. The whole time, he was calm, cool, and collected.
That was all because of Gamble.
He was sure of it.
When one of them moaned, Gamble broke the kiss to stare into his eyes.
“God, but you make me want to do really crazy things, Poe. Here. On the floor.”
Jesus.
Poe wanted that.
Only, there were people everywhere, and Poe wanted them to be uninterrupted.
“For the record, Mate, I’m never saying no to that. I would love to see us rolling around on the floor. We’ll turn the painting around. That’s weird.”
Gamble laughed.
Poe was a funny man—if you got his humor.
“How about we finish the tour, and then we see your bedroom?” he asked.
Poe licked his lips and could still taste Gamble on them. Oh, and he liked it.
A.
LOT.
Only, now, he was curious.
