Page 60 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

I was ready to hop into bed, already thinking about how I could convince Shelby to see things my way, when I heard a noise downstairs.

My eyes flew to the bedside clock.

It was after one in the morning.

Shelby had said goodnight almost an hour ago and was headed toward her room.

I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on before I slowly opened the bedroom door.

I’d set all of the alarms before I’d gotten into the shower.

There was no possible way anyone could have entered the house without me knowing about it.

It had to be Shelby, but what in the hell was she doing?

It wasn’t until I’d gotten down the stairs that I heard her muttering to herself in the kitchen.

Even as I stood at the entryway to the kitchen, I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous body as she moved around the room.

Xena was conked out in the corner, obviously exhausted from watching one of her humans work.

Shelby’s sultry red curls were loose around her shoulders, which was unusual, especially when she was in the kitchen.

She was obviously wearing what she slept in. Her cotton shorts barely covered her ass cheeks, and the thin tank top did very little to confine her stunning breasts.

Not Shelby’s normal cooking attire.

And she definitely was…cooking.

Or was she…baking?

Now that I’d arrived at the kitchen, I caught the scent of something that smelled suspiciously like freshly baked cookies.

I watched curiously as she opened the oven and shoved a baking sheet in before closing it again.

She always moved around the kitchen like she was happier here than any other room in the house, but I’d never seen her in this room as scantily clad as she was at the moment.

And it was a sight that I couldn’t stop watching, even though I probably should.

I folded my arms across my chest and leaned my shoulder against the entrance to the kitchen, unable to stop myself from staring.

My cock was rock-hard from imagining those long, bare legs wrapped around my waist as I buried myself to my balls inside her.

Christ!I had no idea how much longer I could hold out before I seriously tried to seduce her into my bed, but I seemed to be enjoying the agony. I couldn’t move away and go back to bed if I wanted to right now.

And I didn’t want to.

I wanted to know what the hell she was doing baking cookies at this time of the night.

She’d gotten up early to go out with Torie, and she’d consumed more alcohol than usual earlier.

Shelby shouldn’t be flitting around the kitchen in a baking frenzy like a beautiful, half-naked fairy, but she was.

“I can’t do it,” she muttered as she attacked more cookie dough in the bowl, her words finally somewhat understandable. “I really, really, really want to, but I just…shouldn’t.”

I raised a brow. Okay, now I was more interested in her words than I was at the back view of her body and her lush ass.

What exactly is it that she shouldn’t do?

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