Page 53 of Wicked Scandal

Inch by inch, he picks up his pace, driving faster and faster. I thrust upward, spreading my legs wider as I envelop his cock.

“You feel so good, baby. I never want to leave.” His voice is gruff and raspy and it turns me on to the point of no return. I thrust up and down, riding him from beneath while my nails delve into the skin of his back, dragging them downward.

“Fuck yeah, baby. That’s it. Mark me.”

Sounds of pleasure escape me, my walls gripping him so hard I’m surprised he can even move. I want him buried deep—all the way inside me, forever. This euphoria is unlike anything I have ever known.

Wilder lifts one of my legs, bringing my knee to my chest as he plunges deep inside me.

His head lifts and our lustful gazes meet, staring longingly at each other as we both come undone together.

When he’s done, I wrap my arms around him and his body relaxes over mine. Peace settles inside me and for the first time in, what I think, may be forever, I feel content.

We lie there panting as we catch our breaths, the air in the room heavy. Once my head has stopped spinning, I kiss Wilder’s shoulder. “That was…something else,” I tell him with bated breath.

“Something amazing,” he grumbles back, nuzzling into my neck as if it were the only place he would want to be right now. It makes me feel like I bring him some of the comfort he brings me and I love it.

After a few more minutes, Wilder slides out of me, my thighs slick with our arousal. When I stand up, I feel the remnants run down my leg.

I go into the bathroom and clean up, and Wilder joins me. Standing behind me at the sink, he wraps his arms around my body. “You’re incredible, Cat. In every sense of the word.”

I spin around, engulfing him in my arms. “Not as incredible as you.” Pushing myself up on my tiptoes, I kiss his lips then leave the bathroom to get dressed.

As I pass through the living room, I notice my phone. Anxiety washes over me as I grab it off the sofa so I can turn off my location. I can’t believe I didn’t think to do that sooner.

But before I can, I see that Troy sent me a text message.

Troy: Surprise. I’m coming home early. I couldn’t stand to be away from you an hour longer. My plane lands at seven and my driver should have me home by eight.

Oh no!

I read the next message…

Troy: Just landed. See you soon, my love. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms.

His fake charm does nothing for me. They are empty words and I’m sick to my stomach knowing I’ll be seeing him soon.

“Wilder,” I shout as I make my way to the bathroom where he is while glancing at the time—seven forty-two. “Wilder!” I shout again. “We have to go!”

As I turn the handle and push open the bathroom door, I see him standing over the toilet, the steady sound of piss hitting water. His shoulders shake slightly as he relieves himself and he quickly looks over his shoulder. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“We have to go now!” I tell him with dire urgency. “Troy is coming home. Write your dad’s speech draft and email it to me. I’ll do my best to get to it tonight.”

“I thought he wasn’t coming home until tomorrow?” He reaches out and flushes the toilet then moves to the sink to wash his hands, all too casually.

“His plans changed,” I say quickly. “He’ll be home in, like, twenty minutes. Maybe sooner.”

Patting his wet hands on his shorts, he sulks a bit. “I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

Moving things along, I grab him by the arm and pull him out of the bathroom because I don’t think he understands the gravity of the situation. Once we’re in the living room, I start gathering his things and handing them to him—his shoes, phone, hoodie.

“Baby.” He puts two hands on my shoulders, steading me. “Slow down. We’ve got time.”

I stomp my foot to the floor, a desperate beat of fear and urgency. “We don’t have time! Wilder, you don’t know what he’ll do.”

I shake my head, fear filling my body until that’s all I know. I swear I almost drown in it until soft lips meet mine.

“What will he do, Cat?”

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