Page 72 of The Merger

I bend slowly, running my hands down my legs until I reach the clasp around my right ankle. My skirt has hiked up in the back with the end riding just above the bottom of my ass. Then, just as slowly, as if I have all the time in the world—because I apparently fucking do—I undo the clasp on the other shoe.

I step out of them, kicking them toward the chair. Then I turn and face Gannon.

“You should probably be careful,” he says. “You might just get what you’re asking for.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Charlie, but it makes me giggle anyway.

My shirt slips easily over my head, the warm air caressing my nipples as they’re exposed. I toss it to the side, cupping my breasts in my hands as Gannon watches intently.

The feeling of his attention on my naked body is heady. Powerful. I forget about the stretch marks on the sides of my boobs and the marks that mar my hips. None of that matters under Gannon’s gaze.

I slide my hand behind my back, feeling brazen, and unfasten my skirt.

It drops unceremoniously to the floor.

Gannon’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as his eyes widen.

“Are you about done, Mr. Brewer?” I ask, smirking.

He starts to say something to me but stops himself in the nick of time. He collects himself. “Talk some sense into Charlie, Gunner.”

“I’ll take that as a no,” I whisper.

I grab the chaise lounge and drag it into the center of the room. Gannon’s brows lift to the ceiling as he watches, his attention split between his meeting and me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I lie back with my legs dangling off either side of the chair.

“There are consequences to everything,” he says, his gaze following my hand as it skims my body. “You should really consider those before making decisions. Otherwise, they can bite you in the ass.”

“Sounds fun,” I say softly.

He presses the button on his keyboard again. “You’d be wise to listen to this conversation. Because if you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do, your little ass is going to be on fire, too.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

My fingers roam over my mound and cover my slit. I hiss a breath, the contact making me shudder. My clit is swollen as I flick my thumb across it. The intensity makes me yelp.

“Fuck,” I moan through gritted teeth.

Gannon’s jaw pulses as he watches me, but he doesn’t say a word.

I didn’t expect to do this, but it feels too good to stop.

My thighs are sticky as I widen them farther to give Gannon a clear view of how horny I am for him.

Wetness coats my hand as I press one finger, then two, inside me. With the other hand, I press slow, small circles around my bud. The friction is delicious—sharp yet soft. My body craves more.

“There’s ten million dollars on the fucking line,” Gannon says. “I’m questioning your judgment. Both of you.”

I think he means me.

“My judgment?”I lick my lips, sinking back so that my hips angle up. “Look at what you do to me.”

“If that’s your decision, then I won’t try to stop you. Just know it’s asinine, and when you regret it, because you will, don’t call me.”

My eyes flutter closed as my legs begin to shake. His chastising of Charlie fades into the distance, except for his growl.Fuck, when he makes that sound …

The vibrations of his tone scratch against my skin. I’m lightheaded, tingling all over from the look in his eyes, the depth of his voice, and the control he has over everyone on that phone call. I’ve never been with someone who dominates every area of his life yet doesn’t try to make me feel inferior or less than.

I’ve never been this brazen, this bold. No one has ever made me feel as confident and sexy as Gannon—and he hasn’t even touched me … yet.