Page 88 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

He closed his eyes. “Finally.”

Emma laughed, some unnamed tension in her melting away. “So, this was inevitable?”

She expected a glib, jokey answer but Garrett turned, staring into her eyes with intimidating resoluteness.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “Yes, it was. We were always going to end up here.”

The expression on his face was starting to unnerve her.

“In your bed?” she asked tremulously.

“In a relationship.”

“In a—” Emma sat up.

He followed suit, the sheet pooling at his waist. The move inadvertently revealed her breasts. Squealing, she snatched the sheet up.

Garrett reached out, tugging the cloth down a touch. He traced the line of her décolletage with an unfocused look that made her temperature creep up by several degrees.

“We are in a relationship, one that just took the next step into intimacy. And you never have to hide your body from me. I love it. Every inch of it.”

Possessive hands ran down her body, moving the sheet to cup her butt without any barriers.

Emma could feel her tension melting away. Her body was responding, the way it always did around him.

“You know you’re doing this whole playboy bachelor thing wrong,” she informed him. “You’re supposed to be breezy, cracking jokes so I won’t take what happened last night seriously.”

Except he kept calling you his wife.Garrett had also called himself her husband more than once, claiming it like it was some sort of royal title.

He never behaved the way she expected.

“No. That’s not what we’re going to do,” he said, watching her intently to gauge her reaction. “I don’t want to backtrack. Because I’m happy about last night. And I hope you are too.”

Emma flushed, both confused and pleased. “I… I think I am.”

The smile that spread across his face was enough to knock the air from her lungs. Damn it, he wasso beautiful.

“Good. That’s good.”

She cast about for what to say or do next but couldn’t think of anything. “So… what do we do now?”

Garrett’s face lit up, the heat in his eyes going from zero to a hundred degrees in the blink of a eye. He was reaching for her when his stomach growled. Very,veryloudly.

The hunger transformed into humor. He laughed. “Okay, we’re going to revisit that after breakfast.”

With a wry twist of his lips, he sat up, hopping out of bed completely heedless of his nudity.

“Oh!Shit,” she muttered.

Garrett froze, noting her discomfort.

“Hey, sorry.” He grabbed a pillow, covering his privates. “I shouldn’t have assumed parading around naked was okay. I can put some clothes on.”

“No, that’s not it.” Grimacing, she pointed at his cock. “Look.”

Garrett glanced down and did a double take.

“Shit,” he said, dropping the pillow to examine the rust-colored smears on his cock.

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