from Becca’s last night is in my car.”
“You stayed at Becca’s?”
I must look like a deer caught in headlights when I glance back up, trying to think of what to say. But then it hits me: I only feel like there should be an explanation because of what I’m hiding. In reality, friends stay over at each other’s homes all the time. “Yeah, she wanted a movie night.”
“Does this mean you’ll be changing out of this dress?” He pouts as he ties the end of the condom and discards it.
I groan, jumping down from the side, feeling a wet patch on the back of my dress. “Yes. Will you grab my bag for me, please? I don’t want to walk out and have them see. They’ll know.”
Laughing, he bends down to kiss my mouth. “They won’t care. Well, Jaxon might. But he doesn’t need to know,” he explains, but then pauses, deep in thought. “Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if he already knows, or if he guesses when he sees us together.”
“Please, go get my bag,” I whine, slapping his chest. He isn’t making this any easier.
He leaves, and I can’t help but sag against the counter, wondering what I’m going to do. It’s clear I can’t resist him.
I want to tell him. I want to remove this wall between us, a wall he doesn’t even realise is there because of me.
But how can I do that if he’s constantly seducing me?
The next time, I’m going to be rational. I won’t allow him to talk dirty or touch me.
I can do this.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
WYATT
A smug smirk pulls at the corners of my lips as I watch Evie head out of the office supply room with a stack of papers. Just seeing her in jeans and a V-cut T-shirt reminds me of our encounter earlier this morning. My cock stirs, wanting her again.
Fuck, I always want her.
The guys couldn’t hide their shocked reaction at seeing her in casual clothes. She looks less stuffy and more comfortable. I’m not saying I don’t like her work attire, but there is something about seeing Evie, who has been a mystery to me, be more like herself. I like it.
If I thought any of them had a chance with her, I’d tell them to fuck off and stop checking her out, but I knew the second she let me between her legs that I’d knocked through a wall she didn’t let many through. None of them have a chance. They never did.
The kettle clicks off when it finishes boiling, and I go to work on making her a cup of tea. Once I’m done, I grab the pastry I nabbed from Paisley’s B&B and head into the main office area.
She looks up when she hears me coming, a smile lifting at the corner of her lips when I place them down on her desk in front of her.
“Thank you,” she greets, her lashes fluttering. “Where did you get the pastry from?”
I place my index finger over my lips. “I never reveal my secrets.”
She pinches a part of the pastry off, flakes raining down, covering the desk and her T-shirt. I groan as she places it in her mouth, her red, plump lips closing over her fingers.
I want those lips wrapped around my cock. I want to watch as she sucks all of me into her mouth whilst she looks up at me with those impressive grey eyes.
It would have happened by now if I could control myself when I’m around her. The second we are alone, all I want to do is rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless.
“This is so good,” she moans, licking a crumb off her lip.
I grasp the back of her chair, my other hand palm down on the desk as I lean forward, getting in her face. “You know what else would feel good?”
“What?” she asks, her breath hitching.
“Your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Her tongue flicks across her bottom lip, swiping up another crumb. “Is that right?”
A smirk spreads across my face as I run my nose along her jawline until my lips are at her ear. “You’d love it. I’d play with your tits, squeezing and tugging on your sweet nipples. I wouldn’t even come in your mouth. I’d shoot my load all over those glorious tits, baby.”
I glance down her top where the soft globes rise and fall. She squeezes her legs together and I grin, satisfied she’s as turned on as me.
“Wyatt,” she moans breathlessly, her head