I open the door that connects our offices and perch on the chair in front of the desk. When Gunner is in work mode, he doesn’t pay attention to his environment. His facial expression is focused like he’s under a spell. I clear my throat and say, “Do you have a second?”

“What do you want, Rainbow?” He says it in a get-to-the-point type of way. His eyes are still glued to the monitor.

“The answer to your question is yeah,” I answer, and he tilts his nose to the ceiling, closing his eyes and opening them. We’re quiet for several minutes. Too quiet. Maybe he’s changed his mind.

Gunner pushes himself from the leather chair, and before I know it he yanks me to my feet. He looks every bit a predator about to feast on his prey. He cups my neck with both hands, rubbing his rough calloused thumbs over my cheeks. And when his plump lips meet mine, my toes curl in my pink pumps. The world stops on its axis, and we’re in our own little bubble. No one exists in the world but us. Before I know it, his tongue dances with mine, hitting the roof of my mouth. Cinnamon flavors slide down my throat. He tastes of sin—forbidden and wrong.

Even though the kiss is sloppy, I feel it in my bones and my soul.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and he drops his hands, scooping me up by my butt cheeks. I wrap my legs around his waist. As our kiss deepens, he squeezes me tight like he’s holding on to dear life. His lips worship mines as if I’m a deity.

I moan against his mouth as my chest clenches and my stomach flutters. His kiss drives me crazy.

His hard erection rubs against my vagina through the fabric cotton panties and he groans in the back of his throat. Wolf breaks our kiss and uses his right arm to clear his desk. Even though my vagina is wet and ready, I don’t want to have sex right here. And suddenly I remember Mason will be here in fifteen minutes to go over the financial analysis. As Gunner sets me down on the desk, I rest my hand on his hard chest.

“Wait. We shouldn’t do this right now.”

“Why not?” He drops to his knees and spreads my thighs, pulling my dress up my legs, staring at my yellow panties. I hop off the desk and pull my dress down.

“Let’s go on a date first, the traditional way.”

He yanks me back into a hug and kisses the tip of my nose. “Fine. I’ll take you to the fair on Broadway in Atlantic City after work.” His face scrunches up in pain.

“You sure aren’t excited about it.” And just like that, my mood dissolves.