Page 94 of The Merger

He sighs but doesn’t answer.

Did he feel an obligation to do this? Is he nervous about it? Is he just so exhausted that he just wants to go home?

I don’t know, and the fact that I don’t know him well enough to understand is frustrating.

“How was your trip?” I ask, hoping it will lift his spirits.

“Busy. Little sleep. Lots of things to go over now that I’m back.” He taps his fingertip against my palm and a faint smile crosses his lips. It’s as if touching me gives him a bit of peace. “Things will be better once this is over.”

His tone is tight, and I can hear the stress. I can’t imagine running a major corporation and having so many obligations that I can’t rest. And while he pretends to be a man on an island, and in many ways, I think he is, he never fails to answer the phone if Tate calls him. He always texts me back. Heck, he didn’t even eat yesterday.

Who takes care of him?

I glance around the car and notice a tube for a privacy curtain on the ceiling behind Gray’s seat.

“How do we block us off from Gray?” I ask.

Gannon’s brows wrinkle. “There’s a button in the front. Why?”

“How long do we have until we get to the event?”

“Fifteen minutes, maybe.”

That’ll work.

“Gray?” I say.

“Yes, Miss Johnson?”

“Can you please lower the privacy curtain and turn up the music?”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “Of course.”

“What are you doing?” Gannon asks, curious, as I unbuckle my seat belt.

The volume increases through the speakers and the curtain falls in place, sealing us away in our own compartment.

I slip off my heels and gather my dress before dropping to my knees before him.

“We don’t have time for this, baby,” Gannon says as I begin working his button and zipper. His cock is already swollen, straining against his pants.

“You can’t come in fifteen minutes?” I ask.

The heat in his gaze lands in my belly, flooding me with need to be touched.God, I want this man.But that will have to wait.

“I can’t reciprocate that in fifteen minutes,” he says.

“No, you’re right.” I tug on his waistband. With a wary look, he lifts his ass so I can shimmy his pants down far enough to free his cock. “You will absolutely take longer than fifteen minutes when you reciprocate this later.” I rise on my knees. “But right now, this isn’t about me.” I run a hand up and down his velvety shaft. “Let me take care of you.”

I place a kiss at the base of his cock, dragging my tongue from the root to the tip. The bead of precum waiting for me is warm and thick as I suck it into my mouth.

Gannon hisses, reaching for my hair and then thinking better of it. He grips his arm rests so hard that his knuckles turn white.

“I missed you this week,” I say, flicking my tongue gently across the underside of his length. My free hand finds his balls and I give them a gentle tug. “I dreamed about you every night.”

“Did you get off while you were thinking about me?”

I nod before taking him into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the head of his cock.