Page 75 of Wrong Pucking Player

No. We wouldn’t go home.

We’d fuck in a car.

Fuck. That’s not good for his image, either.

Breaking the kiss leaves us breathless as we get lost staring into each other’s eyes.

“We… can’t go further here,” I breathlessly admit.

“I’m aware,” he whispers just as our drinks arrive.

The bartender lowers them rather loudly on the counter, but it does nothing to steal away the pulsing chemistry that’s dancing between us.

“Keep the change,” Wyatt speaks without even giving the man a glance of acknowledgment. “Check out my girl again, and I’ll make sure you never set foot in this place again.”

That makes the man gulp loudly enough for us to catch.

“T-Thanks.” He takes the bill but seems to leave mine.

Wyatt takes the opportunity to reach over and grab it with his free hand. Then he folds it in half and tucks it into my bra.

“Save that for later,” he mumbles.

I can only assume for a ride home, but I don’t let it dampen my parade. I’m too hot and horny to think straight.

I’m too drunk to even try.

Yet the mimosa is going to be my saving grace because my throat feels far too dry and is desperate for anything to quench my thirst.

At least long enough for me to quench it in other ways.

“Mikayla’s not coming back,” I begin and decide I need to calm myself down.

Despite this man still having his hand between my legs, I’m pretty positive no one can see anything from beneath the dark counter.

Focusing my attention on the drink before me, I take a sip of the sweet liquid, grateful to have something in my mouth. It’s not exactly what I want, but it’s the perfect distraction.

“Meaning you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon?” Wyatt sums up my words. A glance confirms his heated gaze is still on me.

Only it grows darker as his mind begins to piece together what he wants to unfold tonight.

“There’s an open suite upstairs,” he begins, and I can already envision what we’re going to do within those naughty thin walls.

“Left my card at home,” I voice, which is a blatant lie. I don’t even have money in that account.

“All you have to bring is your shimmering self, Xandra.”

I drink more of my mimosa, but my whole body stills when his fingers further dip into my pussy. It takes everything not to moan and melt at this touch, and he knows it.

Observing my response and how I’m fighting every inch of control to not cave to his public advances.

“Then after?” I decide to ask.

“We cuddle, sleep, and leave before dawn.”

I don’t want to admit that the last part makes me a little sad.

Leave before dawn and go back to our lives as internship nurse and equipment manager of Strattonville Stadium.

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