Page 83 of The Merger
Oh. I force a swallow and try to slow the pace of my heart.
“I mean, I don’t know,” I say, stumbling over my words. “You were honest with me about your situation and not wanting a relationship, so I get that. I was honest with you when I said I don’t do feelings. I like to keep things casual.”
He nods slowly. “Okay.”
“Look, I won’t be the girl who begs you for attention. I mean,I know I was that girl today.” He laughs at the look on my face. “But you don’t have to worry about me calling you constantly or having expectations. I’ll enjoy our time together whenever that happens and go on about my life otherwise.”
Gannon’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he reaches for his tea. “And Tate will be none the wiser.”
“We can’t tell Tate. There’s no reason to tell Tate anything because this isn’t going anywhere. He’ll be the dramatic one in our relationship … or whatever we have here.”
He downs the rest of his drink and then rests his elbows on his knees.
“It’s late,” he says. “Do you want to sleep here tonight? Practically speaking, it might be the best move, as I have to be at the airport at nine.”
“Tomorrow is Tuesday, so I don’t have to be anywhere but Mrs. Galbraith’s around noon.”
“Wanna stay?”
I climb over the couch and straddle him, lifting his chin so his eyes stare into mine.
“Can we negotiate the terms of me sleeping over tonight?” I ask.
He grins, and I know I’ll never get used to it. It’s so rare, so special. It feels like a gift when he shares it with me.
“What are your demands?” he asks.
The unguarded look in his eye hits me in the heart. I don’t think Gannon trusts many people, nor does he allow many people access to him like this. If he did, someone would’ve married him by now.
I stare into his chocolatey orbs and try to tell him I won’t make him regret this. I won’t hurt him. Our time together will be easy and safe.
As if he gets the message, he leans forward and presses a simple kiss to my lips.
I run my hands through his hair, brushing it back and away from his handsome face. “My demands are that you carry me upstairs because my legs are too tired to walk.”
He smiles.
“Then you put me in your bed, and I want to fall asleep with your cock in me. And, if possible, I’d like to wake up the same way.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
He stands abruptly, taking me by surprise.
“Don’t die until you make me come again,” I say through a fit of giggles, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He bites my shoulder, making me yelp, as he races with me upstairs.
Yeah, this might be my best negotiation of all time.
Chapter Nineteen
Gannon
Tuesday
“Why, Gannon, you’re almost chipper today,” Gray says, accompanying me in the elevator to my hotel suite. “Maybe I misunderstood the type of meeting you were in this afternoon.”
The bell dings and the doors slide open.
