Page 116 of Boss of Me
I want to do something special for him. Something romantic and memorable. But what do you give a gazillionaire who can buy the world with the snap of his finger? I don’t have the money to lavish him with expensive gifts and exotic vacations. I don’t have connections to arrange private musical performances for him.
Thankfully, I don’t need a fortune or the right contacts to show my appreciation to Gunner. The best gift I can give him should come from my heart, and I know just what?—
My thoughts are interrupted when the man himself comes striding through the door, yanking off his tie.
“You’re back.” I sit up in surprise. “What’re you doing here?”
He sends me a darkly predatory look. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you lying in my bed, all naked and warm and luscious.”
I laugh. “Are you serious?”
“As a fucking heart attack.” He steps out of his shoes and rips his shirt open, scattering buttons everywhere. “I got as far as the first traffic light before I had to turn around.”
My belly quivers at the pure lust on his face. “What about your meeting?”
“I’ve got a couple hours.” Eyes locked on mine, he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants, freeing his hard cock. Then he practically dives on top of me, crushing his mouth to mine and turning my breathless laughter into a moan.
after gunner leavesfor the secondtime, I get up to take a shower and wash my hair. Since we got home late last night, I’m a little jet-lagged and could use a few more hours of rest. But I have things to do, so sleep will have to wait.
Letting my hair air-dry, I get dressed and head down to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. As I sit at the center island, my phone’s ringtone goes off. It’s my sister.
I push the speaker button and answer, “Hey, you.”
“Holy shit!” Her loud squeal fills the room. “TMZ has pictures of you and Gunner!”
I almost drop my coffee mug. “What?”
“I just saw pictures of you and your boss slash lover romping on the beach in Hawaii!”
I gasp, staring at my phone in disbelief. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“You think I’d joke about something like this?”
She wouldn’t. Not in a million years.
“But . . . we were on his private beach,” I say weakly. “How did TMZ get photos?”
“Hello? Ever heard of helicopters? Drones?” Ember laughs at my naïveté. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were going to Hawaii!”
“I didn’t know. It was a surprise and I only had, like, two hours to get ready before he whisked me off in his plane.”
“Oh, my God, Marlowe,” Ember breathes. “That’s so freaking romantic!”
“It was. Every minute of it.” I’m smiling now, the exquisite memories warming my body all over again.
“The article says he flew in the Austin Symphony to perform for you. Is that true?”
My smile softens. “He did. It was a wonderful surprise.”
“No kidding,” Ember says with a dreamy sigh. “The thump you just heard was me swooning to the floor.”
I laugh, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“He is so fucking gorgeous, Mar. I don’t mean to lust after your man, but the way he looked in those swim trunks had me drooling all over my damn phone. Holy hell, those shredded abs and those beefy thighs. How do you keep your clothes on around him?”
I grin. “Who says I do?”
Ember laughs wickedly. “You naughty girl. Wait till Mom finds out about you and Gunner. She’s gonna lose her mind. She’ll probably call Aunt Nora and everyone she knows to brag about her daughter bagging a billionaire.”
