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Serena smiles and runs her lips lightly across mine.

“Correct answer,” she says.

I watch her eyes close, and I smile to myself. It was the correct answer because it was the truth. Us being together was likely going to cause some problems with Martin and Craig but they are Serena’s family, and they would come around to the idea for her sake and if they didn’t, then we would deal with that together. And as for work, well that was the least of my worries. What was I going to do? Fire myself?

I finally fall asleep with a grin on my face at the thought of firing myself.

CHAPTER26

Serena

Iwake up and smile to myself when I remember last night. I’m still in Wyatt’s bed, but he isn’t here. He can’t have gone far – it’s his apartment so it’s not like he can have gotten up and snuck off in the middle of the night after all. I’m content to just lay here snuggled up all warm and comfortable and wait for him to come back, but my bladder has other ideas and I know I won’t be able to get comfortable now.

With a sigh, I get up and look for my clothes. I slip my panties back on and decide the dress is too much for this time of the day. I fold it up and put it on the end of the bed and look around for a robe or something. I don’t see one, but I do see a wardrobe and I go to it and open it and pluck out a light blue shirt. I put it on and bring the material to my face, sniffing it, smelling Wyatt’s scent on it.

I go off to the bathroom and use the toilet. I find the toothbrush I used the other night is still in the little cup there, so I squeeze some toothpaste out onto it and use it again. I find some mouthwash in the other side of the cabinet and gargle with it and then I wash my face to get the traces of last night’s makeup off. I wash my hands and unpin my hair, running my damp hands through it to try and tame the curls down a little bit. I give up after a couple of minutes and I go off looking for Wyatt.

He isn’t that hard to find. He’s in the kitchen frying bacon. I didn’t realize how hungry I am until I smell the bacon and my stomach growls.

“And good morning to you too,” Wyatt says with a laugh. “Coffee and juice are already out on the balcony, and the food will be along in a second.”

As he’s talking, I go to him and wrap my arms around him from behind. When he’s finished telling me about the breakfast, he turns around in my arms and kisses me on the lips. I kiss him back and then I go off onto the balcony before he burns the bacon, where I sit down and pour myself a coffee. I add cream and sit sipping it. It tastes like pure heaven in a mug. I am savoring the coffee and admiring the view of the city when I hear the sliding door open, and I look up and admire a different view. Wyatt is wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else and he looks good enough to eat. I love his six pack and his pecs. I want to run my hands over them, kiss them and caress them.

“What’s up?” Wyatt says as he approaches the table and puts down a plate of bacon and waffles. I barely look at them, keeping my eyes on Wyatt’s chest. I shake my head, telling him nothing is wrong. “Ok, something is going on. You’re being weird.”

I force myself to look away from Wyatt’s chest and up to his face. I smile.

“I was just admiring the view,” I say. “You know it’s really not fair that you look that hot in sweatpants.”

“It’s not fair how much better that shirt looks on you than what it does on me,” Wyatt fires back with a smile.

“I was also thinking how much I want to run my hands over your chest,” I say quietly. “And then lower, onto your belly. And then lower again.”

Wyatt sits down beside me and swallows hard.

“Well, nothing is stopping you,” he says.

I grin at him and get up. I move towards him and kneel down on the ground between his legs. I smile up at him and then I put my hands on his pecs. Slowly, I move my hands until his nipples harden, and then I let my hands wander lower and lower, enjoying the washboard feeling of Wyatt’s stomach on my palms. Finally, I reach his waist band and he lifts his ass up enough for me to pull his sweatpants down over his hips and ass. I move back long enough to discard the sweatpants and then I move back in towards him.

I take Wyatt’s hard cock in my mouth and let my hands roam freely over his chest and belly and his sides. I suck him hard, enjoying the taste of his pre cum and relishing the fact of more to come. I trap Wyatt’s cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth and hum, a trick I learned in a magazine article about driving your man wild.

It seems to work. Wyatt is moaning my name and his hands are now in my hair and tugging on it. It stings my scalp a little bit where he is pulling my hair, but not enough for me to ask him to stop. I keep sucking him, licking up and down his length, making him writhe in his seat. He keeps tugging on my hair, but now it seems more concentrated, like he has a purpose. I realize he’s trying to get my attention and I stop sucking long enough to look up at Wyatt, his cock still in my mouth.

He looks down and moans at the sight of his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck it,” he says. “I was ready to tell you to stop because I am so close. But I want to come in your mouth Serena. I’ll make it up to you after breakfast.”

I nod, giving him consent without speaking because to speak would mean to take his cock out of my mouth and I certainly don’t want that. I go at him, sucking and licking and blowing. I even lightly nibble on his tip. It’s a risky business because he might love it, or he might hate it. He seems to love it. His back arches and his hands grip the chair arms so hard his knuckles go white. He moans my name in a low and desperate voice, and then he lifts his ass off the chair and thrusts once, hard into my mouth, spurting his load into the back of my throat and flooding my mouth.

I swallow and then I suck again, and I keep sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing, drinking Wyatt dry. I want to taste him, to drink him in. I suck once more, and Wyatt’s only response is a grunted yeah. I think I have drunk him dry, and I release him from my mouth and smile up at Wyatt who smiles himself.

He reaches down and takes my hands in his and helps me to my feet. I start to move back towards my chair, but Wyatt pulls me into his lap instead. He reaches over to the table and pulls the plate of bacon and waffles closer. He picks up a slice of bacon and I do the same. We eat in a comfortable silence and before long, the waffles and bacon are all gone.

Wyatt pours me another mug of coffee and he pours himself a glass of orange juice.

“So,” he says as he takes a drink.

“So,” I repeat.

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