Page 73 of The Merger

God, I want his hands on me. His tongue tracing my nipples. I want his kisses to move down my body toward the apex of my thighs.

And then I’m there.

I try to pull my hands away, but when I do, my finger flicks my clit. That’s enough to send me careening over the edge.

“Oh God.”

My body tightens, flexing as my pussy pulses. I whimper as the waves of pleasure crash over me. The intensity is almost sharp as I ride out the last bit of the climax before sagging against the chair.

I open my eyes, only for them to be caught by Gannon’s.

“What’s done is done,” Gannon says, his voice eerily calm. “Now you’ll get to meet the consequences of your choices.”

He lifts a hand and motions for me to go to him.

My heart pounding, I pry myself off the chair. My legs wobble as I make my way across the floor. He holds out a hand as I approach him, so I place my palm in his.

He leans forward, holding my pointer and middle finger in his grasp, and brings them to his lips.

“No, you are not,” I whisper, my jaw dropping.

He pulls them both into his mouth, holding my gaze as he sucks the cum off my fingers. His tongue slips between them, his eyes twinkling dangerously before he pulls them slowly from between his lips. Then he lets them go.

Oof.

“Get with Kylie and schedule a call,” he says, pushing his chair back. “Tell her to coordinate it with Renn.”

He gets to his feet, and his hands immediately go to his belt.

The look in his eye is dark and wicked—and so fucking sexy. I pant, waiting for his next move.And mine.

The belt zips from his waist, and he coils it in his hand before dropping it on his desk. He makes quick work of his tie. The buttons on his shirt are no challenge for him either.

I step back, putting distance between us, as his shirt slips over his shoulders.

Holy fucking shit.

My thighs grow heavy once again as I take in his bare chest. The ridges of his abdomen. The thick muscles across his shoulders. God himself must have chiseled Gannon’s obliques because they are absolute perfection.

“Talk soon,” he says, then pushes the button again—this time with a finality that makes my heart jump.

He pulls both buds out of his ears and tosses them onto his desk. The sound echoes through the silence.

The temperature in the room increases, and just like that, the power changes hands. I might have gotten away with calling the shots for a little while, but that’s over. The man standing in front of me is about to eat me alive.

“How’d that go?” I ask, not sure how to break the ice. “It sounded rough.”

He grins. “Not as rough as it’s going to go for you after that stunt you just pulled.”

I take a step back as a rush of desire pools in my core again. “Is that so?”

He rounds the corner of his desk.

I take another, bigger step back.

“You better run,” he says, lunging forward.

I yelp, surprised by his sudden playfulness, and make a dash for the door. I cover my chest with one arm as I dash toward the front door, squealing as I go. His footfalls are just behind mine, but I’m too afraid to turn around to look.