Page 89 of Boss of Me
after dinner we linger on the balcony,lost in light conversation and a savory red wine. The summer night is sticky and warm, the moon hanging low over the lake.
I end up on Gunner’s lap at some point, probably around the time he pours me a third glass of wine.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I tease.
“Now why would I do that,” he murmurs, “when there are so many things I want to do to you tonight?”
My thighs clench at his words. I’m sitting sideways across his lap, barefoot, my arms wrapped around his neck. Our faces are close enough that we’re breathing each other’s air, our heartbeats practically synced.
Taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, Gunner gently brushes his mouth over mine.
My heart pounds, my belly breaking into wild flutters. Gazing into my eyes, he traces the seam of my lips with his tongue, causing my whole body to quiver against him.
He makes a hungry sound, a dark hum I feel low in my stomach. Then he opens my mouth with his lips, his tongue sliding in. The wine-scented heat of his mouth is downrightintoxicating. I breathe his name, wondering if his kisses will always reduce my body to a mindless puddle of want.
He palms my face, his tongue tasting my mouth in hot, luscious strokes. I whimper with pleasure and writhe in his lap, trying to quench the pulsing ache between my legs.
A guttural noise rumbles from his throat, his hand moving down to squeeze my hip and my thigh. His dick is impossibly hard beneath my bottom, making me moan as he grinds himself against me. The friction has my clit throbbing and pulse rioting until I’m panting into our kiss.
“Fuck, Marlowe.” He stands up, lifting me with him and shifting my body so that my legs wrap around his hips. His hardness presses into the seam of my shorts, and I can’t help rubbing against him.
He groans thickly and bites my bottom lip, plunging one hand into my hair while the other grips my ass, grinding us together.
Moaning into his mouth, I run my hands over his shoulders, enjoying the flex of hard muscle beneath his shirt. His fingers tighten in my hair, tugging my head back as his lips trail along my jaw and neck, tasting my skin. Then he returns to my mouth, taking it like he wants to devour me right there.
Trembling with need, I rake my fingers through his hair, fisting thick handfuls to bring him even closer as I suck his lower lip.
With a raspy groan, he swings me around and strides across the balcony to deposit me on the wide lounger. I stare up at him, breathless and dizzy, my panties so wet they’re plastered to my skin.
“Don’t move.” He goes inside and comes back out with a tube of lube, his night-dark eyes glittering with intent.
My mouth runs dry as I watch him set the lube on a table beside me. Then he cups my jaw, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.
“Gunner—”
“Take off your clothes.” His voice is like silk over steel.
Shivers dance down my spine to pool in my belly. I begin undressing, peeling off my shorts and cotton panties and playfully tossing both at his face.
He catches them midair, never taking his eyes off me as I pull my shirt off and unhook my strapless bra. It falls away, freeing my breasts with a bounce.
Gunner is silent, his hooded eyes smoldering in the moonlight.
I push my hair into a messy tousle and give him a coy smile. “Your turn.”
He strips his shirt off. Shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. Then he stands before me, gloriously naked, his cock bobbing toward my face.
I swallow hard, my pussy heating with arousal. “Maybe we should take this inside,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“We’re out in the open.” I gesture around the large balcony and toward the lake. “Someone might see us.”
“Who? We’re on private property and there’s not another house for miles.” His eyes gleam wolfishly. “Even if someone did see us, something tells me you’d enjoy it.”
I bite my lip, cheeks flushing. “I’m not an exhibitionist.”
“You didn’t think you enjoyed being spanked or denied orgasms, but here we are.” He winks at me. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
