and London. Opening her laptop again, she emailed the files to Erica and then texted her assistant to print them out and have copies hand-delivered to the Monroes.
That completed, her thoughts returned to Wynn. They’d only slept together once, that first night they’d met, before she’d ground things to a halt because she planned to represent him and didn’t think it smart to mix business with pleasure. Though she’d changed her mind and fully planned to have her way with him after she managed to sweet talk Rylon into changing Wynn’s deal, her plans had been put on hold when they’d gotten the call about Rhett and raced to the hospital.
Ever since then, she’d spent plenty of time with Wynn—but he went home to Malibu each night while she stayed at Rhett’s. Though she would have loved for Wynn to spend the night with her, it would have proved awkward in case Kyle or Cadence came bursting in on her early some morning and found a naked Carbon Man in bed with their auntie. That would be a challenge to explain. In a way, though, not having sex had done two things. First, it allowed them time to build a solid friendship. Having spent so much time together the past month, she’d discovered she truly enjoyed Wynn’s company. She liked him as a person. He was interesting and observant and sometimes said the most unexpected things, which she appreciated.
The second? It had cranked the sexual tension between them to Defcon 5.
Scarlett wanted Wynn. In every way imaginable. She lay awake in bed at night and thought of all of things she’d like to do to him—and with him. Sure, he’d kissed her several times over the last few weeks when they could steal a few moments alone. Sometimes hard, swift kisses and a few times slow and lengthy ones that made her insides coil and sizzle.
Still, kissing wasn’t sex. Scarlett needed sex. Hot, passionate sex. With Wynn. Desperately.
“You busy?”
She felt heat rise in her cheeks as the object of her desires popped his head into Rhett’s office.
“No. In fact, I just finished up on the papers for incorporating Knox and London’s new business and tying it to their charity. I’ll pick up the signed papers in the morning and file them at the courthouse.”
“How about we go out for lunch?” Wynn suggested. “Much as I love playing Uncle Wynn and Errand Boy, it would be great to have adult only conversation with a beautiful woman.”
Scarlett stood and went to him, entwining her arms around his neck and giving him a soft kiss. “I can think of other things besides conversation. Other adult things, that is.”
“You think?” His eyes gleamed. “Like this?”
Wynn walked her backward a few steps and closed the door with his foot before spinning her around and pushing her against it. His body pressed against hers as his lips hovered above her mouth.
“Let’s play The Game of Life. Grown-up style.”
CHAPTER 18
Wynn had waited long enough. Almost six weeks’ worth. His one encounter with Scarlett Corrigan had been electric. He knew it. She knew it. They’d played this game long enough.
He wanted her. Now.
His hands went to her breasts and he laid flat palms against them. Slowly, he moved them in circles, feeling her nipples tighten and pebble through her silk blouse. He kept the motion up, his pace antlike, as his lips went to her throat. His tongue found her pulse, beating rapidly, and circled it. Then he captured each nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled them. Immediately, Scarlett whimpered and pressed against him. Her fingers pushed into his hair. Her breasts began to swell.
Wynn nipped at her neck and then tweaked each nipple. A gasp escaped and he moved his mouth to cover hers. Before his tongue could plunge inside she opened and forced hers into his mouth, at war with him. He kept toying with her nipples, knowing it was driving her wild from the noises she made and how her fingers tightened on his hair.
He lifted his hands and she broke the kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned.
Smiling, he moved his fingers to the top button on her shirt and opened it and then slid another open. He slipped a hand inside and let a finger trace the upper curve of her breast. Scarlett moaned again, her head rolling. Quickly, Wynn finished the job and pushed the shirt over her shoulders to her elbows, pinning her arms in place. The clasp of her bra