Page 88 of Boss of Me

“Trust me.”

I stare at him, my breathing suddenly shallow. “Should I?”

He goes quiet, his eyes boring into me with an intensity that makes my belly clench.

Please say I can trust you, I silently beg.Please promise you won’t hurt me.

His lips part. “I think?—”

“Sansa,” Mrs. Calder calls from downstairs, “dinner’s ready!”

Sansa leaps off Gunner’s chest and races out the door so fast that we burst out laughing.

Mrs. Calder has been spoiling my cat all week, feeding her fresh meals made from raw meat and fish, cooked grains and vegetables. Sansa has never eaten so good, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

As Gunner brushes an escaping strand of hair away from my face, I smile into his beautiful eyes. “Have you had dinner?”

“No. I was waiting for you.” His thumb strokes my cheekbone. “We can eat together while you tell me all about your first day of grad school.”

“Okay.” Smiling harder, I rise from the floor and hold out my hand to him.

Instead of taking it, he sits up and hauls me down to his lap, bringing our bodies flush together. My nipples peak beneath my bra and tingles race to my core.

As his big hands slide under my bottom, I circle my arms around his neck and cuddle into him. He’s wearing a dark grayHenley that clings to his broad shoulders and muscular chest. His skin is warm beneath the soft cotton, and I like the rough scrape of his jeans against the insides of my thighs.

“I just realized something,” I say, surprised. “You’re not wearing a suit today.”

“Mmm,” he murmurs, his breath brushing over the delicate skin behind my ear. “Your powers of observation are impressive.”

I laugh. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” He catches my sensitive earlobe in his teeth, making me shiver and close my eyes.

“Everyone must’ve been shocked when you showed up to work in jeans,” I tease. “They probably thought you’d been invaded by an alien.”

“Probably.” He nips my jaw.

Smiling, I bury my face in his neck and inhale his yummy scent, savoring the soft rasp of his beard stubble against my skin. “So why aren’t you wearing a suit today, Mr. CEO?”

“Does it matter?” He spears his hand into my hair, his fingers sifting through the strands.

I lift my head to give him a smug grin. “It’s because I teased you that day in your office, isn’t it? I made fun of you for wearing suits every day. I got inside your head.”

“Oh, you have. No doubt about that.” He palms the back of my head and presses his lips to mine in a slow, drugging kiss that leaves my panties sticking damply to my folds.

“Ready for dinner?” he murmurs against my lips.

I nod, too breathless to speak.

“I told Gustav to serve us in my room. We’re going to dine on the balcony, share a bottle of wine and watch the sunset. When we’re done, I’m going to carry you to the shower and fuck your brains out.” His eyes gleam at my whimper before he rumbles on, “From the shower we’ll move to the bed. I’m going to makelove to you, Marlowe, until you’re too damn exhausted to even think about sneaking back to your room.”

“But Mrs. Calder?—”

“Wasn’t born yesterday. If you think she doesn’t know about us, you’re fooling yourself.” He bites my bottom lip and soothes the sting with his tongue, getting my panties wetter. “Any more questions?”

I shake my head.

“Good girl.” He smacks my ass. “Now let’s go eat. I’m starving.”