Page 35 of Boss Me Not

Was Wyatt intent on making my thighs even larger than they were? I sighed. “Okay. Add the bruschetta and…” I studied the cookie selection again. “One of the chocolate chunk cookies, please.”

The lady’s brows furrowed like I’d confused her, but she nodded and stepped away. Five minutes later, my phone chimed, and I glanced down at it, swiping open the text from Wyatt.

Wyatt:Fuck, you’re so beautiful it hurts.

I staredat it for a minute before sensing someone step up behind me and spinning around to see him standing there, close enough I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.

“What are you?—”

Before I could finish my question, he reached out and latched a strong, warm hand to my hip, pulling me closer.

He leaned down, his breath skating along my ear. “I missed you.”

A shiver shot through me, and I leaned back, our lips inches apart. He searched my face before erasing the space, his lips brushing gently against mine. I could tell he was holding back ashis fingers tightened on my waist and his lips continued to move against mine.

A throat clearing had him pulling back with a smirk. In my lust induced haze, it didn’t register who’d cleared their throat or why until Wyatt stepped around me to grab the food.

“Thank you.” Wyatt shot her a wink. “One of each?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“You’re the best.” He turned with way too much food in his hands, and I fell in step beside him as we headed for the door.

My curiosity got the best of me before we reached the door. “What did you mean by one of each?”

“Their cookies. I asked her to give us one of each.”

“Wyatt.” His name came out in a huff.

He pushed the door open with his back, holding it open as he raised a brow. “What? Do you not like cookies or something?”

“Of course I like cookies.” Now I sounded exasperated. How was that even a legitimate question? “It’s obvious by the size of my thighs that I like cookies.”

His expression turned hard. “Good. I fucking love your thighs. So if eating cookies will guarantee they keep my head locked between your legs, I’ll make sure to feed you cookies every day.”

I rolled my eyes. “It might guarantee I suffocate you next time.”

He chuckled darkly. “That isn’t the threat you think it is.”

“God, you’re impossible.”

He stopped a few feet before we reached the car, and I turned to look at him.

“How about a compromise?”

I raised a skeptical brow. From the playfulness in his voice, I had a feeling he didn’t really have a true compromise.

“We’ll eat pizza and cookies until you’re utterly satisfied, then you can ride my face again until you’re breathless and spent.”

Heat skirted up my neck into my face as my core throbbed from his words. I wanted to do that again, but I also wanted so much more. I wanted to feel him inside of me so much I’d spent almost all day thinking of what it would be like.

“Can I ride your cock too? That might be even more of a workout.”

His eyes widened for a heartbeat before they turned almost completely dark. He was speechless, and I took the moment to fuel my confidence as I stepped closer to him, crowding his space this time.

“I think that’s a better compromise, don’t you think?” I batted my eyelashes and placed my hand on his biceps, feeling the muscles twitch under my touch.

I loved that I could affect him like he did me.

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