Page 137 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

Was that George? She wanted to meet the man Booker considered a true friend, the one person who always had his back.

He grinned. “Sorry, man, my priority just walked in the room.”

Oh, my God.

Did he just say I’m his priority?

“I’ll give the three of you time to talk it over.” Before she could reach him, he’d clicked out of the conference call. After closing the laptop and setting it on the nightstand, he held out his arms. “Park that ass on my lap.”

She threw herself at him, and he caught her, enfolding her in his arms. She kissed him, going in hot and hungry. She couldn’t believe she carried doubts when he’d never given her a single reason.

She couldn’t believe she’d held back. Every time he’d told her he was all-in, or that he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the cabin, she’d clammed up.

And really, what was she so afraid of? That he’d cheat like Landon had? That things wouldn’t work out between them?

If it didn’t, well, that was life.I came out of that whole mess stronger, healthier, and happier.

But imagine never trying with a man like this. It would mean settling for less.

Because no one was better for her than this man.

She scraped her fingernails through his hair, climbed onto his lap, and rocked her hips up against his hard ridge. “I’m your priority?”

“What?” He tilted back, giving her a confused expression. “Oh, did you think I said priority? No, I said room service. Myroom servicejust walked in.” He grimaced. “How embarrassing for you.”

She laughed, clutching his shoulders as he rolled her onto her back. “What’s embarrassing is how into me you are. I mean, gushing about me on a conference call?” She made a face. “Kinda cringey.”

“I’m intopartsof you.” His hand skimmed up her stomach and over her breasts to cup her throat. And then, he kissed her. Hard, deep, and with clear intentions.

She wrapped her legs around him and swished her hips over his erection. “Which parts?”

He rocked up and back, his cock stroking over her clit. “Your smile.”

Excitement sizzled through her. “Oh, that ole thing?”

His hand slid under the waistband of her pajama shorts, and he dipped a finger into her wet core. “Your voice.”

“Yeah. I get that a lot. It’s won me an award or two.”

“Sassy.” While he fingered her in deliciously lazy strokes, he kissed her neck, licking a sensitive spot. “Your happiness. No matter what’s going on, your spirit shines through.”

“That’s because you’ve only ever seen me around you.Youmake me happy.”

He lifted his head, the surprise reminding her how infrequently she shared her feelings with him. That was stingy and mean.

“My turn.” She noted the way her throat tightened, unwilling to let the words out.

She didn’t know why it was so hard to tell him. Well, of course, she did. Her ex had made a fool of her, letting her gush and say a million unabashed I love yous, all while he’d been secretly in love with someone else. The experience would forever be imprinted on her, but the only way to override it was to be bold. To open her heart to this deserving man.

She looked him right in the eyes. “My favorite part of you is your intensity.”

He crooked an eyebrow. “That’s a weird one.” His lips painted a trail to her cleavage. “Now, take your clothes off. I wasn’t done with my list.”

When he unbuttoned her top to expose her bare breasts, he gave one a shake. “Your tits.”

“Wait, that’s number three? Not my sense of humor? Not my wit?” She kicked off her flip-flops.

“No. Definitely not those.” He tongued her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. “Mm. Yeah. Your tits, for sure.”

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