Page 31 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
His big hands cup the backs of my thighs, hips pressing into mine and showing off the other hard part of his body he’s been hiding. God, he’s long and thick and bruising the inside corner of my thigh.
I can’t keep myself from rubbing against him. It starts a rhythm in his hips that has me whimpering in need.
Dropping his mouth to my throat, under my jaw, and the slope of my shoulder, he lays open-mouthed kisses along my skin. His teeth press and tease and nip at me.
Need builds low in my center, churning the thoughts that have been plaguing me between these four walls. How many times I’ve imagined him sliding up my skirt to explore the bare expanse of my thighs.
Pulling my blouse down one shoulder, his mouth softens. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
His confession makes me shake, and his grip on me tips my head back to suckle low on my throat. Licking that hollow and down a few inches to my cleavage has him humming against my skin.
My knees clench around his waist.
“I want to map out and taste every piece of you. Catalog your reactions. Learn every spot that makes you react and how.”
I laugh lightly, grip curling into his hair. “If I didn’t know how much you love to experiment, I might take that wrong.”
Wyatt lifts from my chest, and his pupils are blown wide. Like he’s high off my skin.
Our mouths collide again, and I’m so lost to him and how much he can tell me without any words. Everything winds me up tighter. My body is overheating. The need pumping through me arches my chest against his.
I don’t know how long we kiss or how many times Wyatt’s hands tour my curves, indeed cataloging me with soft squeezes. I’m molten, about to set fire to my desk, when I draw back for a breath.
A few gasps of cold air send sense back into me. “Wyatt…”
My hands land in the middle of his chest as I gawk at the triangle of skin I’ve unearthed. I hadn’t realized I’d yanked his collar open.
His cheeks are pink, eyes hazy with lust, muscles roiling. Everything about him looks wild. He leans in to kiss me again, but I keep him at bay with my palm.
Clarity washes back over him in a wave. I hate to see it, but it needs to happen.
“Is this not okay?” He searches my face, and I grab the front of his shirt as he retreats. I don’t want to push him away, exactly, but I’ve been back at work for a few hours, and I’m already making out with him in my office, more than ready to have him take me on my desk.
This isn’t good. Even though it feltreally good.
I laugh lightly. “If you mean, do I want this? Yes, I do. But we’re at work.”
He nods, and since I haven’t shoved him away, he takes the liberty of spreading his fingers across my collarbones, tangling them in my hair, smoothing them across my nose and cheekbones and brows. His touch makes me feel beautiful.
I smile at him.
Wyatt smiles back with all of his teeth. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him smile like that.
“I like it when you smile,” he says, reading my mind.
“I really like it whenyousmile.”
A knock on my half-closed office door jerks us both out of our reverie.
16
Ezra
Walking into Avery’s office and seeing her and Wyatt so close together doesn’t send the same pang of jealousy it did a week ago. Not after reading parts of Avery’s secret diary. Not after learning about her fantasies of the three of us all taking her together.
She has one filthy and wild imagination.
I take a deep breath to push away the thoughts those entries have spiraled out in my mind.
