Dating the Boss (Blue Harbor #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,67

gag reflex. And I certainly put it to good use with Daniel. Four and a half minutes in and he was already on the edge.

“Reed,” he groaned, tightly gripping my hair as his big body started to tense. “Holy shit. I’m coming.”

I had heard his moans when we were alone, so I knew he was holding them back as his cock twitched and shot his load down my throat. I swallowed every last drop, making eye contact with him as I did.

“Have a good meeting,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Daniel tucked himself back into his pants, his chest moving quickly with his short breaths. Then he pulled me in for a kiss and murmured against my lips, “Thank you. I wish I had time to take care of you too.”

“You can make it up to me later.” I pecked him on the lips again before standing up. “Quinn is cooking me dinner, and you’re coming with me. That wasn’t a request, by the way.”

“Is that so?” Daniel stood from his chair and slipped his arms around my waist. “You’re ordering me around, now?”

“Yep. You might be the smokin’ hot mob boss, but I’m the one really calling the shots.”

“Can’t argue with you there.” He brushed the bangs off my forehead and gave me the kind of smile that had my stomach doing flips. “I’ll see you after my meeting.”

When I returned to my desk—after making a quick trip to the bathroom, for reasons—Jennifer and two other coworkers, Whitney and Cameron, were standing in front of my roses.

“Who are the flowers from?” Jennifer asked.

“A boyfriend?” Cameron added.

“Or is it a stalker?” Whitney asked, then shrugged when everyone looked at her. “What? I watch a lot of serial killer documentaries.”

“Boyfriend,” I answered, gently swatting them out of my way so I could sit at my desk. Saying the word out loud felt a lot better than I thought it would. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever actually called a guy that.

“What’s his name?” Cameron asked.

“Is he older or younger than you?” Whitney chimed in.

“Older,” I answered. “But not by much.”

“Okay, okay. Enough,” Jennifer said, guiding both of them away from me. “Let’s give the man some breathing room.” But she gave me a look over her shoulder that said she’d be back later to get all the juicy details.

I shook my head with a smile and got back to work.

My heart was so damn full.

***

“Should I have changed into something more casual?” Daniel asked as we pulled into Quinn’s house later that afternoon. He looked down at his suit. “I feel overdressed.”

“Better to be overdressed than under,” I said, gently squeezing his hand. “You look great. I love you in a suit.”

“You look amazing in them too,” he growled, taking hold of my chin. “But you’re absolutely gorgeous no matter what you wear.” He dipped his head to kiss the area below my ear.

I sighed happily and rested my cheek on his. “We should go inside before Quinn sends a search party. We’re already running late.”

“That’s not my fault,” Daniel said, shutting off the car and opening his door. “You’re the one who attacked me right before we were supposed to leave.”

“The birthday boy wanted some dick. Sue me.”

Daniel chuckled and rested his hand at the small of my back as we walked up the stone path to the front porch. The door opened as soon as we reached it.

“Happy Birthday, you sassy bitch,” Monty said, pulling me in for a hug. He was hot as usual, his dark hair in a preppy style, and he was wearing a faded Texas State sweatshirt.

“Thanks.” I walked into the house with Daniel right behind me. Then I introduced them. “Monty, this is Daniel Sawyer.”

“The big bad boss I’ve heard so much about,” Monty said, shaking Daniel’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you too,” Daniel responded.

“Uh-oh.” Monty smiled and ran a hand over the top of his hair. “If it came outta Reed’s mouth, I’m afraid to know.”

“There he is!” Brian said, walking into the living room. He came over and clapped me on the back. “Happy Birthday, kiddo.”

“Thank you.” Blood relation didn’t matter. Brian was like a dad to me, and I loved him like one too. I introduced him to Daniel and smiled when they started chatting like old pals.

“You like football?” Brian asked him.

“Yes, sir,” Daniel answered. “I used to play back in high school, and I watch the