Page 88 of Win Big

His lips twitch. “And fun fucking.”

“That too.”

He slides his hands around behind me, down to my ass, and pulls me to him. “Come here.” Then he kisses me, tilting his head and capturing my mouth with his.

I melt into him, winding my arms around his neck, letting his tongue slide over mine. I press myself against him, wanting to feel him everywhere I can, and a little moan rises in my throat.

“Seven o’clock?” he murmurs against my cheek long moments later.

“Okay.” The word comes out all breathy.

He draws back and smiles at me. “I’ll pick you up. See you then.”

I watch him leave my office, my lips throbbing, my nipples peaked, aching low inside, and my heart rocketing around in my chest.

What am I doing?

We go backto The Cellar, where Wyatt took me after the Cougars game. We sit in the bar, but this time Abby’s not here. It’s dim and crowded and noisy, and I check over the menu, looking for something that’s not too carbolicious.

I settle on a salad, a Niçoise with rare tuna, and a glass of wine. Wyatt orders an Angus beef burger and a beer.

“I’m getting fat and lazy,” he says, patting his abs. “Being off all week.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay, I’ve worked out nearly every day.” He grins. Then his attention is diverted.

I look around to see a bunch of guys headed our way... Jimmy Bertelski, Arvid Bergström, and Derek Jablonski.

“They’re apparently back from Tahoe,” Wyatt mutters. “Okay if they join us?”

“Uh... sure.” I don’t think I have much choice, as they all greet Wyatt with bro shakes and backslaps, and start pulling up another table and chairs.

It’s not that I don’t want them to join us, but hanging out with his friends makes this seem... like we’re really dating. And I kind of wanted to talk to him about that, to make sure we’re on the same page. Only I don’t even know what page I’m on.

I’m not really good at going with the flow. Letting stuff happen. I like to be in control and have a plan. I’m freaking out a little.

Wyatt, now sitting beside me, leans in and whispers in my ear, “Sorry.”

Great. He can see I’m freaking out. I shake my head. “It’s okay.”

“I know you don’t like surprises.” He squeezes my hand. “It’ll be fine. You know I’ve always got your back.”

My heart quivers, and my breathing slows. I nod. I got this.

His buddies don’t seem surprised to see me.

“Hey, Everly,” Jimmy greets me, and the others say hi too.

“Hi, guys.”

“No broken bones?” Wyatt asks.

“Nah, man. I’m not allowed to ski, it’s in my contract.” Derek grins.

“How about snowboarding?”

“That is not specified,” Derek smirks.

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