Page 187 of Boss of Me

“The first time I came to your office, your desk had no personal effects. Just paperwork and files,” Marlowe murmurs, her fingers ghosting over our image. “What a difference love makes.”

I smile softly. “Indeed.”

She gives me a shy smile, and my chest swells with euphoria. God, I love this woman.

I trace circles over her knee like I did the night we met, and many nights since. I watch with satisfaction as her lips part and her eyes go hazy with arousal before she puts the coffee down.

“Believe it or not,” she says huskily, “this isn’t a booty call.”

“No?” I slowly trail my fingers up under her dress. “What is it then?”

She catches my wrist to halt my upward trajectory.

I grin wolfishly.

She bites her lip to keep it from twitching. “Seriously, Gunner, I have so much to do. A wedding to plan. Chapters to read. Fellowship applications to review at work. Not to mention entertaining our houseguests, who actually—” She breaks off with a gasp when I slip my hand between her crossed legs. Her thighs clench around me, her pupils dilating.

I chuckle, my own body reacting to her arousal. “You hopped up on my desk in this sexy little dress and crossed your hella sexy legs, and you honestly expected me to keep my hands to myself?”

“Y-Yes,” she croaks, her thighs quaking as I stroke her slowly through her lacy panties. “Th-That’s exactly what I expected.”

“Hmm. I don’t know, babe,” I taunt seductively. “Yousaythis isn’t a booty call, but your body apparently didn’t get the memo.”

She tries to glare at me and fails miserably.

I laugh low and soft, gently parting her legs and standing between them. She stares up at me as I tenderly cradle her head in my hand, feeling her silky hair slide through my fingers.

“Tell you what,” I murmur against her smiling lips. “I’ll make sure no one disturbs you so that you can focus on your schoolwork. I’ll bring you dinner and ply you with all the caffeine your heart desires, including coffee ice cream for dessert. As for our wedding, let that fancy planner earn the fortune she’s charging us. And don’t worry about entertaining our mothers during their visit. Caroline and Tabitha can amuse themselves with shopping or spa hopping or whatever tickles their fancy. They’re alike in many ways,” I add wryly.

The glint in Marlowe’s eyes tells me she agrees.

I nibble her plush lower lip and press a kiss to each corner of her mouth. She moans and lets her head fall back, exposing her pretty neck. I nip at her soft skin, feathering lazy kisses and love bites that leave her quivering.

“Damn you, Gunner Ransom.” Her voice is throaty and breathless, making my cock even harder. “I only meant to pop in and say hello.”

I smile into her eyes. “Hello.”

A throaty laugh escapes her. Then she surrenders with a sigh, wrapping her arms around my neck to bring her breasts flush against my chest. Her nipples are so tight beneath her dress that my tongue aches to lick them.

I hook an arm around her waist, pulling her up against me and crushing my mouth to hers. We kiss deep and long, my tongue slashing against hers in slow erotic movements that make her moan.

When she slides her hand between us to cup my hard dick, I choke out a rough groan. She smiles against my lips before gently squeezing my balls. I almost blow a load right there in her hot little hand.

Cock throbbing against my zipper, I press the intercom button on my phone. “Hold all my calls until further notice, Veronica.”

“Sure thing, boss.” There’s a knowing grin in her voice. “Should I order lunch for you and your lovely bride-to-be?”

“Good thinking. Thanks.” Clicking off, I reach under Marlowe’s dress and peel her panties down her legs. I want to spread her out and taste her for hours, but fuck if I don’t have a meeting that I really can’t miss.

Giving her a dirty wink, I tuck her lacy underwear in my top desk drawer, then make quick work of my belt and zipper.

Licking her lips, Marlowe shoves my pants and briefs down to my knees with enough force to make my belt buckle jangle loudly.

I lift her off the desk, purring approval when she locks her legs around my hips like a good girl. When I feel just how wet she is, I hiss in a breath and rumble, “Not a booty call, my ass.”

“Be quiet,” she pants.

I grin darkly and palm the sweet curves of her bottom, stroking my erection against her weeping folds.