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“Not a problem. I’ll give you my credit card and you can go get one.”

“I should have one at home. And I need to go get my car and my stuff anyway.” It would be the perfect reason and opportunity for me to finish my move from my old apartment to my new one.

A sound almost like a growl vibrated through his body. “I want you to go get something new. Pick out something you love. Let me do this. Let me spoil you.”

I hesitated, but ultimately, I very well might need something new. I couldn’t remember the last time I wore one of my formal dresses. Did they still fit?

“Okay.” I nodded. “Will you go with me?” In my experience men didn’t like shopping, but I wanted his opinion.

The smile he sent me had mischief written all over it. “Definitely.”

I arched a brow.

“But I make no promises that I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

I rolled my eyes. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love that he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me.

His fingers trailed up the back of my shirt and I shivered when the cold air hit my skin. Warmth replaced the sensation when his mouth claimed mine.It was all-consuming, but at the same time, not enough, and I couldn’t wait until we were back upstairs in his bed again.

He broke the kiss, his eyes so dark I could barely make out the green in them. He turned and pulled me along the sand back toward the hotel, utter desperation in his movements.

I couldn’t stop the giggle that slipped through my lips as I hoped he had the same idea when he stopped in front of the elevators.

“I’m suddenly starving,” he said as he jabbed the button.

The doors opened and he pulled me inside. Once the doors closed, he backed me against the wall and claimed my mouth again.

We were both breathless when the elevator stopped. “Can’t wait to taste you on my tongue.”

The giddy feeling I’d experienced last night was back as we made our way down the hall to his suite. And there was no more denying that I had fallen in love with this man.

Chapter Twenty-Three

WYATT

The last twodays had consisted of getting my hands on Angie any chance I got and working together running the hotel. Steven was currently taking the reins while I tagged along to help Angie pick out a dress for the gala.

So far she’d come out in two black dresses. Both accented her figure and made me shift uncomfortably on the bench outside the small dressing room.

I’d grabbed a red one off the rack. With her blond hair and always painted red lips, she would make it look sexy as hell.The look she gave me said she didn’t agree. But she didn’t argue about trying it on for me. It was cut low in the front so her gorgeous tits would be ready to spill from the top.

“I’m not sure about this one, Wyatt,” she called loudly from inside the small changing room.

“Let me see it. I’ll be the judge of that.”

“You’re biased and only like that it shows off my boobs.”

Damn right.

The door opened wide and I let my gaze roam down her body. As I expected, the deep V gave a nice view of her large breasts, pushing them together and providing a nice valley I was imagining my cock sandwiched between.

It hugged her curves snuggly, but not overly tightly, and that was probably the part she didn’t like. She didn’t want to show off her hips and thighs, she wanted to hide them. I wanted her to be comfortable but also know how sexy she was.

I stood and pushed my way into the dressing room, silencing her gasp with a finger while I quietly closed the door.

“Wyatt,” she whisper-yelled. “If they know you’re in here they’re going to think we’re having sex.”

I smirked. But I wasn’t ready to tell her my plan quite yet. Not until I had her ready and willing to take my cock. “Face the mirror, baby.”

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