Page 63 of Teasing Her Grumpy Boss

‘Plain.’

‘Mayo or vinaigrette?’

‘Mayo.’

‘Sunny-side up or over easy?’ She mock slapped his arm as the look on his face turned wicked. ‘Skip that one. Surf or ski field?’

‘Ski field.’

‘Cork or screw cap?’

‘Cork.’

‘Let’s face it. We’re totally incompatible.’

‘Totally.’

‘Fast or slow?’ She answered before he could. ‘I want fast.’

‘I want slow.’

‘Tell you what, you go slow and make me go fast.’

‘Get you across the finish line and you can go round in a victory lap again?’

She nodded. ‘Something like that.’

‘Sure.’ Smiling, he ran his hands down her torso. ‘See? We agree on the things that matter.’

‘There has to be more than sex, Daniel.’

‘There is more than sex. You know that, Lucy. You have from day one.’

‘Day one?’

‘Okay, maybe week one.’ He grinned at her. ‘We’re good for each other. You slow me down at work. I speed you up.’

‘Well, thanks very much.’

By now they were naked. She pushed and he fell back on the bed with a shout that soon became laughter. She launched herself after him. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled, trapping her beneath him. Then he set about making her go fast—taking his time to enjoy her in ways that pushed her to the limit. He caressed her from top to toe, stroking her every where and then right there, while he kissed her slow and deep. He worked her, taking her higher. Moving from her mouth to her breast. She felt him smile, then heard his chuckle as she writhed under him, wanting him to give her the release so badly. But he was in control and delighting in drawing it out for her. Part of her loved it. Part of her was being driven to madness. His fingers rhythmically teased; his mouth nuzzled her breasts. She moaned, on the brink.

He lifted a millimetre away from her and muttered, ‘You’ll manage the bar.’

‘Yes.’ She was rewarded with a faster stroke.

‘You’ll marry me.’

Her throat constricted. ‘Yes.’

Even faster, so she was even closer.

‘Because you love me.’

She expelled a huge breath. ‘Daniel, is there going to be some sort of interrogation every time we make love?’

‘So you’ll admit we’re making love.’

With other-world strength she pushed at him so he rolled off her and over onto his back. She quickly straddled him, taking charge. He grinned up at her, utterly unabashed. She stared down, eyes narrowing at the devilry in his gaze. Two could play at this game. She leant forward and twirled her tongue around his nipple, trying to ignore his hands as they ran over her hips with sensual slowness. She traced her fingers down his hard-muscled chest, feeling it harden more as she did so. His abs clenched into even more defined beauty as she traced over them and then lower. She curled both hands around him, then inched her body down his strong thighs a fraction lower so she could take him in her mouth. She smiled inside as the groan came from deep within him, loving it as his hands rose and he weaved his fingers into her hair.

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