Page 32 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
It doesn’t surprise me that Wyatt’s the first to corner her. He’s been mooning over her nonstop and doesn’t show a glimpse of remorse at being caught.
Avery glows bright pink, those hazel eyes sparking when she meets my gaze.
“I need Wyatt for a board meeting.”
Her small nod is paired with a smirk as she looks at how disheveled Wyatt is. He’s buttoning his collar when she reaches up to smooth his hair back in place. Wyatt hesitates before he backs away from her.
Avery steps back behind her desk. I grab her door to close it behind us as Wyatt passes, and I shoot her a wink that makes her laugh. It’s the best sound in the world, and I tuck it into my pocket for the long, boring board meeting.
Sometimes, I wish I’d never made the company public and let outsiders come in and question how I do things. But it allowed us to build a stronghold in our niche, and I provide twice as many full-time jobs with benefits now without having to give up on the quality we’ve always provided.
Normally, the entire process doesn’t bother me, but today, I can’t seem to concentrate for very long. My mind continuously sinks into the daydreams of Avery and all the things she might let me do to her.
Letusdo to her.
We don’t get much accomplished at the meeting, but at least no one has stormed off upset. That’s happened before.
I stay in my seat at the head of the table as owner and CEO, gaze unfocused on the far wall and finally consumed with the unadulterated fantasy of closing Avery in here with us, locking the door, and making her come until she’s boneless.
When I jerk back to myself, I find Wyatt and Ryder still in their seats, staring at me. Slowly, I lean forward and clasp my hands on the table. I clear my throat. “I found Avery’s diary.”
Ryder closes his eyes and sinks back into his seat with a grimace, but Wyatt’s eyes widen in interest.
“And?”
“She wrote about the three of us, all taking her at once, in so, so many ways.” How could the mere confession of this have my heart pumping like I might die?
Wyatt clenches his jaw, but he doesn’t look irritated.
Ryder spreads his fingers across the table in front of him. “Sweet mother of God.”
Their wild looks only grow as I pull the notebook from my briefcase and slide it into the open. I tap the cover pointedly. “I want to make these come true.”
Because I would give her anything, and if this is what she wants, it’s what she’ll get. No complaints from me.
Wyatt reaches for it without hesitation and flips through a few pages before he settles in to read. “If this is what she wants?—”
“Give it here.” Ryder reaches out a hand for it.
It doesn’t take any more convincing to get them onboard. Reading her words bled the resistance right out of me. Now, we just need to make it happen.
“How?” Wyatt asks.
A firm knock at the door barely cuts the intensity brewing between us, and when the door opens to show Avery peeking in, I stand and beckon her in.
“Come in and close the door.”
Her steps are tentative, and Ryder goes to pull her in, closing and locking the door behind her. Wyatt meets me at my end of the table, and the three of us gather around her.
Avery’s clothes cling to her as she shifts, looking between the three of us.
“I have a proposition for you, Avery.”
She gives me long blinks before I cup her face and kiss her. One second, she’s stiff, and then she’s melting under me, her mouth opening, back arching as I pour myself into her. Avery whimpers, fingers curling into the front of my shirt.
When I pull back, I gesture behind her for the notebook, and Ryder retrieves it. The move turns her, and she swears under her breath when she sees what we’ve got. Only, she’s staring at Ryder with her mouth open.
He hands me the notebook but steps in, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a kiss that has her knees giving out.
