Chapter 17
Chapter 17
A soft light shines across the room, and I scrunch up my face, wondering if I’d forgotten to draw my curtains last night before going to bed. With a deep sigh, I roll over, only to remember that I’m not at home. I’m not in my bed.
I’m in Julian Mercer’s.
He’s sleeping beside me on his side, his arm thrown over my waist, his hand resting on my hip. I stare at his sleeping form, his chest rising and falling. I smile softly.
I shift again, and this time it wakes him up. He opens his eyes, and his gaze lands on mine. A smile spreads across his face.
“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice deep.
“Best sleep of my life.”
“Told you so.”
I giggle. “What time is it?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he responds, reaching out to wrap me in his arms and pull me against his chest.
I chuckle. “What about work?”
He nuzzles into my neck, his voice muffled. “I don’t care about work.”
“Well, I do,” I say, playfully elbowing him.
He responds by tightening his grip around my waist. “Technically, I’m the boss, so I can declare today a no-work day.” He nibbles on my ear.
“Okay, boss, and what about all the work that won’t get done today?”
But instead of answering, Julian snakes a hand down my belly and in between my thighs.
I laugh in shock, but it’s quickly cut off when he finds my center, rubbing gently against my clit. I suck in a breath. “Julian,” I breathe. “The time—”
“Shhhh,” he whispers in my ear. “No one’s gonna die if we’re an hour late.”