Page 33 of Ever After All

Wyatt let out a low chuckle, and heat prickled up my spine. Feeling put on the spot by Blake was no match for my body’s reaction to Wyatt’s mere presence.

“Adam said he heard it from Tessa because you told Tessa, so don’t blame me,” Blake added.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fine,” I ground out. “Maybe that’s what happened.”

“Maybe?” Blake’s return smile was warm and understanding. He loved to tease, but he was never unkind about it.

I let out a little sigh. Blake reached out and squeezed me lightly on the shoulder. “I get it. Going public with things is hard. Trust me, though, Wyatt’s the one who’s dating above his pay grade.”

Wyatt barked out a laugh, entirely unbothered by his brother’s teasing. “Maybe I am, and that is perfectly fine with me. I know how lucky I am.”

Blake stepped farther into the hallway and shut his office door behind him. “Well, I’m sure I’ll see you in the restaurant soon.” With that, he winked at both of us and strolled down the hall, whistling along the way.

Once he disappeared through the swinging doors into the front area of the building, I glanced at Wyatt. “I think his whistle was mocking us.”

“It definitely was.” Wyatt reached for my hand, and inside of a hot second, he reeled me close and spun us into his office together, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Oh!” I exclaimed a little breathlessly.

He took a step closer, nudging me backward as he did. I felt my shoulder blades press against the door. He bent low, dipping his head and pressing open kisses on the side of my neck. I was instantly hot all over. Wyatt turned me into a needy woman. It didn’t take much.

When he nipped lightly on my skin, I literally shivered in the cage of his arms. He took another step closer, and I felt his heat press against the front of me. His hard length nestled at the apex of my thighs, just above where I wanted it. Moisture gushed into my panties.

He lifted his head. “You make me crazy, Rosie,” he rasped.

“You make me needy,” I whispered, shifting on my feet.

He rocked his hips, and I actually let out a little moan.

“How was your day?” he asked, his tone conversational.

His knuckles trailed along the side of my neck before the pad of his thumb slid across my collarbone. It felt like the lick of a flame on the surface of my skin, the subtle touch sending heat spiraling through me.

I took a shaky breath. “It was busy. How was yours?” I could hardly focus. Meanwhile, he seemed to be genuinely interested in how I was doing and how my day went. When all I wanted was… I couldn’t even think.

“Could you just fuck me, please?”

Wyatt’s eyes widened slightly before his lips curled in a slow, teasing grin.

“Of course, I can. You literally mean right now?”

Since I couldn’t speak again, I nodded. Without hesitation, he lifted me into his arms. A moment later, he had me bent over the table again.

Chapter Eighteen

Wyatt

A little while later

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Rosie’s cheeks were flushed when she stood in front of my office door. “Do I look okay?” she asked.

I took the moment to soak her in. The tendrils of hair falling around her cheeks. The way her freckles stood out a little more when her cheeks were flushed. Her kiss-swollen lips. She was dressed unremarkably in soft cotton pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Rosie was so it for me that I didn’t ever notice what she was wearing beyond occasionally when I was simply taking in all of her.

“Fuck, I love you,” I muttered. My heart swelled in my chest as I stepped closer and gave her a fierce kiss.

When I lifted my head, she blinked. “I love you too. What was that for?”

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