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He turns around and heads over to where my shoes are. Wyatt dips my top half down low so I can grab my shoes without having to leave his arms. Once they are gathered up, he storms out to the car and sets me gently inside, bending across me and buckling my seatbelt. It’s just another small way he’s taking care of me and living up to those sweet words of his.

“Are you sure about this, Ember? I can take you back to your place and we can call it a night.”

“I’m sure, Wyatt,” I tell him, my hand reaching out and gliding up his thigh. He hisses out a breath and grabs my hand, lifting it off of his leg.

“I swear to Christ I’ll cum in my fucking pants if you tease me anymore, baby girl.”

His dirty words tingle throughout my body and land a devastating blow to my clit, which throbs in time with my heart. Wyatt grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. I should probably be a little frightened at the intensity of his need, but I love that he's desperate. Wild. Unhinged. I want him to take out all of that pent-up need on me. I want to be the one to satisfy him in the most carnal of ways.

“Can you drive faster?” I ask, suddenly as desperate as he is to feel his skin against mine.

He growls but doesn’t speed up. “I want you so damn bad, but I won’t ever put you in danger.”

I sigh dramatically, but secretly love that his need to take care of me overrides his obvious sexual desire. Wyatt sneaks a glance over at me and grins.

“Soon, angel. I promise I’ll make it worth the wait,” he winks.

After what feels like an hour, but in reality is only about ten minutes, we pull into the underground parking garage of a high rise apartment building close to downtown. I notice one side of the building has a moss wall, which I know Wyatt mentioned is one of the more innovative ways to cut down on energy costs and improve air quality.

“Did you design the building?” I ask.

"My team of architects and engineers did, but yes, my company built this. It was originally a prototype to see if our energy-saving techniques were sustainable and practical. Since then, a lot of these practices have been implemented into other projects."

I smile at him, once again blown away by his vision and passion for sustainable living. “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?”

Wyatt gives me a sweet smile that quickly turns devious. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, my dirty angel,” he replies, his voice low and gravelly.

We park and Wyatt practically tears me from my seat, striding towards the elevator. When he realizes my short legs can’t keep up with his massive steps, he turns around and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeak in surprise and wiggle a little in his embrace. Wyatt spanks my ass twice, which feels surprisingly arousing. I feel wetness coat my thighs as the sting gives way to pure pleasure.

“Fuck, you like when I spank this juicy ass?”

“Apparently,” I breathe out, practically moaning as I squirm in his arms.

I swear I hear him snarl as he sets me down in the elevator and taps a key card over a scanner next to the number pad. As soon as the doors close, he has me pressed up against the wall, caging me in with his strong arms on either side of my head.

Wyatt dips his head down and teases me with little bites across my jaw and down my neck. One hand slides down from the wall of the elevator down my body, following the dip of my waist and curve of my hip. And then he roams lower, finding the slit in my dress and shoving his hand up, up, up, till he’s squeezing my ass. My back arches at his touch and I rest my head against the wall, closing my eyes and getting lost in our lust and passion.

My eyes snap open and I tilt my head down to look him in the eyes. “Fuck me, Wyatt,” I whisper into his mouth before kissing him. He growls and returns my kiss with an intensity that I feel down to my very bones. We break apart, both gasping for air.

“We’ll have time for fucking later, beautiful. Right now I’m going to make love to you.”

“Why not both?” I challenge. “Make love to me and then fuck me with everything you have.” I think I’m more surprised at my words than Wyatt is, but I can’t take them back. I don’t want to, either. I meant every single one of them

CHAPTERSIX

WYATT

“Fuck me with everything you have.”

Goddamn, this woman. She’s driving me absolutely insane. I feel like I can’t breathe without her mouth on mine, I can’t exist without touching some part of her. Never in all my years has a woman made me this crazy with lust. With love.

The elevator dings and the doors open up to my penthouse apartment. I love this place and I want to show her around and get her approval. I’ll change anything she wants, all she has to do is ask. I have more pressing matters to attend to, however. Like eating out her perfect little pussy until she begs me for mercy.

Once we’re inside, I don’t waste any time. I press her up against the wall and drop to my knees in front of her, bowing before my queen.

“Oh,” she says all breathy and sexy as fuck. “What are you doing?”

“I need a taste, angel. I can’t go one more step without having your cream on my tongue.”

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