Page 74 of Boss of Me
Around ten o’clock, I hear the low rumble of his voice downstairs. Every nerve ending in my body sparks to life, propelling me to my feet. I hurry across the room and press my ear to the door, listening as Gunner talks to Mr. Leland. I’m toofar away to make out their words until I hear him tell the butler goodnight.
Heart racing like a bullet, I lean back against the door and close my eyes.
I don’t want to spend the night apart from Gunner. I have to go to him, make things right between us. And I know a good way to start.
Before I lose my courage and talk myself out of it, I strip naked and slip into a short satin robe. Leaving my hair loose around my shoulders, I take a deep breath and then make my way through the silent house to the south wing.
I reach Gunner’s master suite and pause at the double doors, listening for any sound from within. Hearing nothing, I slowly turn the knob and enter. Both the bedroom and sitting room are empty.
Following the sound of running water, I pad across the enormous suite to reach a set of French doors that open to the master bathroom.
Gunner is in there. Showering. Naked. Wet. Hot. Pissed off.
As my pulse kicks up another notch, I silently count to ten and then slip inside the luxurious room.
My breath catches sharply when I see him.
He’s standing in the huge black marble shower with a dozen rainfall shower heads and multiple jets. His face is lifted to the hot spray and his eyes are closed, water sluicing down his muscled body.
My nipples tighten as I stare at his bulging biceps and wide shoulders, his V-shaped torso arrowing down to that amazing ass. His cock hangs heavy between his powerful thighs, heating my core with scorchingly explicit memories of our lovemaking.
As if sensing my hungry appraisal, he opens his eyes and turns his head. When he sees me standing there, he goes completely still, staring at me through the swirling steam.
Without breaking eye contact, I slide my robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Gunner’s eyes blaze a path over my breasts and my stomach before settling on my triangle of dark curls. The hunger in his gaze is unmistakable. But he doesn’t say a word, just watches me open the glass door and step inside the steamy enclosure that could easily fit a whole football team.
The falling water tingles as it hits my aroused body. I move silently toward Gunner and curl my arms around his neck, pressing my naked breasts against his chest. I feel him shiver, his cock twitching against my belly.
“Marlowe.” His voice is a dark rumble, breath raspy. “What’re you doing?”
“What do you think?” I catch his full bottom lip between my teeth, tugging softly and then dipping my tongue into his mouth for a slow, sensual kiss.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warns.
“Too late. I’m already burning.” Staring into his eyes, I slowly sink to my knees in front of him.
He watches intently as I slide my hand down his lickable abs, trailing my fingers over the ripped muscles. His beautiful cock rises before my eyes, stretching and swelling to its very impressive size.
He sucks in a harsh breath when I wrap my fingers around him, circling the broad head with my thumb. My hand looks so tiny against his straining thickness. It’s both fascinating and arousing.
I tilt my head to look up at him, watching as he slicks back his wet black hair, his chest rising and falling with his jagged breathing. He’s so sexy I almost can’t take it.
Keeping my eyes on his gorgeous face, I tighten my hand around the base of his cock just before my mouth covers the tip.
“Fuck,” he hisses, spearing his fingers into my hair.
“You like that?” I whisper seductively.
“Hell, yes.” His voice is a tight rasp that makes me feel gloriously empowered. He’s under my control for once, mine to do with as I please.
I circle him with my tongue, exhilarated by the way his thighs clench before he locks his knees, bracing himself. His lashes are lowered to watch me, stormy blue eyes blazing as I slide my mouth down his hard shaft, my lips stretched wide around his girth.
He groans hoarsely, his hand gripping my hair at the base of my skull. Reveling in his response, I cup his heavy balls, squeezing and stroking and rolling them against my palm.
He shudders and flexes his hips, pushing his big cock farther into my mouth. I moan around the luscious fullness, loving the pulse of his veins on my tongue. Cupping his ass with my other hand, I swallow more of him, deep-throating as much as I can without choking.
“Fuck, Marlowe.” His head falls back as he closes his eyes, his features strained.
