Page 48 of Boss Me Not

“Yes.” I regretted not telling her before she left, and I wasn’t going to make that mistake twice. “I should have told you days ago, but I was worried it was too soon.”

“I love you too.” Nervousness etched her features. “But next time tell me when things like this happen so I can be prepared. Because while I’m not on social media, my sister spends all her time on it and will see that stuff immediately.”

“Noted.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, savoring the moment. Relieved that she trusted me. That she wasn’t holding my past against me.

A throat cleared, breaking apart, and I turned to see Paul standing nearby with an eyebrow raised.

“All good?”

“Yes,” I said on a relieved sigh as I bent to pick up the duffle she’d dropped at her feet. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you upstairs.”

She giggled as I pulled her quickly toward the elevators. Once inside, I asked her, “Why weren’t you picking up your phone if you weren’t mad at me?”

“Sorry. My phone died and my charger was in my bag in the back.”

I wrapped my free arm around her shoulder and pulled her flush into my side, pressing my lips to her temple, finally feeling relaxed for the first time in the last two hours.

Now I needed to convince her to live here with me. I smiled as I thought about exactly how I would do that.

Chapter Twenty-Six

ANGIE

I threwa pair of Spanx into the open suitcase that sat on the bed. Wyatt immediately picked them up and threw them behind the bed. Sometimes sharing the same space with him was exhausting, although most of the time it was perfect. Right now, though, it was exhausting. Not only was he not packed, but he kept thwarting my attempts to pack.

“Wyatt.” I slammed my hands onto my hips and narrowed my eyes at him. “I cannot wear a bridesmaid gown without Spanx.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Who says? Did Sarah demand that?”

My brother’s fiancée was so far from the demanding type it wasn’t even funny. But that wasn’t the point.

“No. But?—”

“You didn’t wear them with the red gown for the gala two weeks ago.”

“Only because you demanded I wear nothing underneath,” I scoffed. “And then pouted when I tried to argue.”

He smirked. “From what I can remember, that worked out to your benefit.”

“That’s not the point.”

My cheeks heated as I thought about what we did in a housekeeping closet of that hotel. It was also the turning point for our relationship in the media. Multiple pictures were posted of us in a verypositivelight, and most of the comments agreed we were adorable and very much in love.

“I think it is.” He climbed off the bed and crowded my space, slowly backing me up against the wall. “Covering this pussy”—his hand trailed under his dress shirt I was wearing and slid between my legs—“means no orgasms for you.”

I let my head fall back against the wall as he teased me with his fingers. This was exactly how he’d gotten his way when he wanted me to live here with him instead of the apartment I had rented. Reminding me what living here with him would mean. And of course, he was more than willing to pay whatever it cost to get me out of the rental. Not that I put up much of an argument. I didn’t want to be anywhere but here with him.

He stepped back and smirked at me, and my chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

“I’m taking my Spanx.” I narrowed my eyes at him again. He wasn’t winning this one.

He shrugged. “Fine. But I guarantee I’ll have you taking them off before the end of the night.”

“As long as it’s after pictures and the ceremony.” I moved toward him and placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back until he was seated on the bed. “Then you can do whatever you’d like to me.”

“Whatever I’d like?” He gripped my hips and guided me to straddle his lap. His thick cock jumped in his sweatpants, and I rubbed myself against it.

“Mm-hmm.” Now I didn’t even care if we weren’t packed yet. Although I should, because it was almost midnight and our flight to North Carolina was early the next morning.

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