Page 115 of Boss of Me
I shiver, my toes curling into the mattress. “Do you want breakfast? I can make you some French toast.”
“Mmm. I love your French toast, but I’ll have to take a rain check and grab something at work.” He starts kissing his way down my spine, licking and nibbling.
I release a breathy moan into my pillow. “Gunner . . .”
His low groan rumbles across my skin. “God, what I wouldn’t give to spend the day in bed with you.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Can’t. Got a big meeting with a top biotech firm. Multimillion-dollar contract at stake.”
I grin. “Multimillion, huh? Haven’t you made enough money?”
“No such thing.” He licks the dimple at the base of my spine, making me arch in pleasure. Then he strokes the back of mythigh and squeezes my ass cheek, coaxing another moan from my throat before he reluctantly pulls away.
I lick my lips, staring at the outline of his cock bulging against his pants. “Mmm,” I purr wickedly. “Sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer?”
His answering scowl is absurdly sexy. “Don’t tempt me.”
I laugh as he picks up a clean undershirt and tugs it over his head, the soft cotton accentuating every muscle in his chest. He disappears into the closet and reemerges in a crisp white shirt tucked into his pants. A beautiful silk tie hangs loose around his neck, and he’s wearing one of his many pairs of Italian loafers.
Rolling onto my side, I watch him push a platinum cufflink through the buttonhole at his wrist. Watching him dress is a pleasure I’ll never, ever get enough of.
As he expertly knots his tie, I stretch languidly under the luxurious sheets. Though I’m seven years younger than Gunner, I have only a fraction of his stamina. He’s always on the move, bursting with energy, vitality and virility. He can get three hours of sleep, work out like a machine, come back to bed and fuck me senseless, then shower and head out the door to conquer the world. I swear he’s superhuman. A beast in Brioni.
I let out a lazy sigh. “I need to get up, too.”
“No, you don’t,” Gunner says. “Take the day off. Get some rest and catch up on your reading assignments before class.”
“I’m ahead, actually.”
He flashes me a sideways grin. “Overachiever.”
I laugh. “Takes one to know one.”
“Touché.” He chuckles, straightening his tie. “Perspectives on Information. That’s the class you have today, right?”
“Yup.” I love that he memorized my schedule. “From three to six.”
His phone buzzes on the nightstand. As he walks over to pick it up, I yawn and indulge in another catlike stretch.
“Seriously though. I do need to get up soon. I have a meeting with my advisor before class.”
Gunner types out a text, thumbs flying over the keypad. “Who’s your advisor?”
“Dr. Ying Lee. Know her?”
“I do. She’s great. Fiercely intelligent and accomplished. You’re in good hands.” Gunner slides his phone into his pocket and leans down to give me a quick kiss, taking an extra moment to sweep his tongue over my lips. When I shiver, he rubs his nose against mine, a sweetly tender gesture that turns my insides to jelly.
“I’d better run before I end up back in bed with you.” He kisses the tip of my nose and smiles. “Have a good day at school.”
“Thank you.” I grin. “Hope your big meeting goes well.”
“They always do,” he says with that sexy alpha confidence that makes me swoon.
He grabs his suit jacket and winks at me before striding from the room.
Long after he’s gone, I lay there with a silly smile on my face, reliving every moment of our magical weekend together. He showed me the time of my life and made me feel cherished beyond words.
