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His concern was adorable, but what he was yet to understand was that I liked it rough as much as he had.

“How do you feel about staying the night?” Wyatt asked after a moment, his hands moving to my thighs. I sensed he wanted me to stay but wouldn’t push me if I didn’t want to.

The teeny tiny part of me that had worried he’d want me to leave after fucking me disappeared. The fact he wanted me to stay and meet his family proved to me that this wasn’t a quick one and done.

“I’d love to.”

29

JOSIE

Iwoke up wrapped around Wyatt’s hard, warm body, his legs wedged between mine. His strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pinning me against him. Despite my nakedness underneath the covers, the warmth coming off him kept me warm and comfortable.

I wouldn’t mind staying here all day.

Unfortunately,I needed to pee and check the time. Staying over on a weeknight probably wasn’t smart. The last thing I wanted to do was get up and go to work after the night we’d had.

With my bladder pleading, I wiggled out of Wyatt’s arms. It took some maneuvering on my part, but I managed to do it. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by a chair with a sweatshirt hanging off the back of it. Glancing over my shoulder at Wyatt sleeping, I grabbed it, pulling it on over my head.

The soft gray sweatshirt reached the tops of my knees, enveloping me in Wyatt’s cologne. I was half tempted to steal it since it smelled so good. Quietly closing the bathroom door behind me, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Thanks to Wyatt, my hair looked like I’d gone through a tornado. Gone were the cute curls I’d styled the day before.

I’m definitely going to have to run down to my apartment and try to salvage this. I knew if I lifted the sweatshirt, I’d find love bites all over me.

My lips were slightly swollen, and I silently prayed they’d return to normal before work, or Lydia would know for sure something happened.

After I’d agreed to spend the night, Wyatt swept me off the bathroom counter and all but threw me on his bed. I thought I was exhausted, but all it took was a heated kiss, and I was ready to go again.

Despite the fact we’d fucked multiple times last night, all I wanted to do was walk back into Wyatt’s bedroom and straddle him. It didn’t matter that I was pleasantly sore between my legs.

As I used the bathroom I replayed the night in my head.

Wyatt took control so easily, saying and doing things I’d always wanted, but have never felt confident enough to ask for.

The dirty, dominating side was a pleasant surprise. Not what I’d expected from the cute, sweet, Wyatt Boone I’d come to know.

And I loved every second of it.

Peeking out of the bathroom, I found Wyatt still sound asleep, only now he lay on his back, the sheet barely covering his lower body. I padded quietly towards the bed, staring down at him—the mere sight of him took my breath away.

He’s gorgeous.

I knew men didn’t like to be referred to as such, but Wyatt Boone was.

For starters, there was his body, built for his sport. Even though it was clear he’d sustained more than one broken nose, he was one of the most handsome men I’d ever met. Even better, he had a heart of gold.

I fought the urge to pinch myself.

How could someone so amazing like me?

Over the years, I’d fought to regain my self-confidence. Relearning and teaching myself that I am worthy of things, despite what anyone else thought. I had Tasha and Lydia to thank for helping me, for teaching me that just because some horrible ex needed to make me feel small to make him feel big, didn’t mean I was.

Yet, despite my hard work, being with Wyatt brought back the old ‘am I good enough’ voices. Yet, I didn’t want to go back to the old me, always questioning my self-worth.

I’m not going to slip back into bad habits. That’s not me anymore.

With new resolve, I crawled back into bed. A quick glance at the bedside clock told me it was only 6 o’clock and I had a little time before I had to get ready for work.

A sudden idea came to me, and with a rush of nerves, I quietly crawled across the bed, until I was kneeling between Wyatt’s legs.

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