Loverboy (The Company #2) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,81

and kiss and sneaky puff of air against my sensitive flesh. (Fine—maybe technique matters a tiny bit, because who knew I wanted someone to blow on me right there?)

Then, just when I’m feeling so desperate I could scream, and more than ready to rip off this blindfold, he abruptly fills me with his cock. The motion is so firm and sudden that my breath stalls in my chest and every muscle in my body tightens around him.

“Fuuuuck,” he says on a gasp. “So good. Every time.” The mattress depresses under his weight as he plants his hands on either side of me and finds his rhythm.

I can’t speak, because I’m overwhelmed by the multifaceted assault on my senses. But now we’re in perfect sync. I can’t see a thing, but this time his kiss doesn’t surprise me. I’m ready for the sensual slide of his tongue into my mouth and the friction of his heated skin against my aching breasts.

We strain together. It’s fast and rough and a little bit wild. I’m still hanging on to the bed, but not because Gunnar told me to. It’s a matter of bracing myself so I’m not pounded into the headboard.

And just when I think I can’t take any more, the blindfold is swept away. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is looking down at me with heat and yearning in his green eyes. And that’s it for me. All my own yearning comes to a rapid, heated crest, and I let out a cry of happiness as I shatter into a hundred pieces.

Gunnar lets out a guttural moan and thrusts his hips a few more times, slowing down with each one. And then he shudders mightily and makes a sound of deep satisfaction.

I’ll never get tired of that sound. Years from now, when he’s long gone, I’ll still hear it in my dirtiest dreams.

26

Gunnar

It always ends like this—with me flattened on the bed, half on top of Posy, my brain left behind somewhere in a neighboring zip code. I’ve made it my personal mission to prove to her that she’s fun in bed. But that meant proving it to myself, too.

There’s no denying how much I care for her. I never wanted to live in New York, but it’s hard to think about leaving right now.

But that’s just the endorphins talking, right?

I’m really not sure anymore.

“Gunn. You’re heavy.”

“Sorry, baby.” I move to the side and then pull her into my arms. I cooked for her tonight, and then I blew both our minds in bed. It was the perfect day. But even perfect days end.

I close my eyes and wish it weren’t so.

Every morning Posy’s alarm goes off at an ungodly hour. I always find myself wrapped around her body, her curves in my hands, her rump tucked against me. Even though I don’t start work as early as she does, I wake up just to spend a couple of minutes admiring up close all the things I used to admire from afar. The slope of her nose. The softness of her skin.

“I have to get up,” she inevitably says.

“What if you didn’t, just this once?” I always reply.

“Owning a business is like owning a dog,” she tells me. “If you don’t get up and deal with it, there will only be a big mess later.”

“That’s why they invented dog walkers,” I point out. “Hire somebody besides Ginny to work in the kitchen. Then we can spend the morning in bed one of these days.” I run my hand up her leg and under her nightgown just to incentivize her.

“Hiring people is really difficult,” she says, nudging my hand away. She sits up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “I couldn’t get good help in the kitchen for what I pay myself.”

“How much do you pay yourself?” I ask. “Whatever it is, I think you should give yourself a raise. You deserve it for having the willpower to get out of a bed that I’m naked in.”

She turns her chin and gives me the first smile of the day. “Your ego is already awake, I see.”

“Not just my ego.” I push the sheet down and show her my boner. It never goes away these days. And I’ve noticed that Posy enjoys looking at it.

She licks her lips, and I feel a moment of hope. But then she stands up anyway. “Better save that for later. Go back to sleep for another hour and a half, but don’t be