Page 208 of Altius
Pulling out his phone, Wyatt started a timer and flashed a suggestive grin. “Clock’s ticking, baby.”
Giving him a parting wink, I replaced my neutral façade and crossed the lobby floor. Slipping into a nearly full elevator with a tipsy pack, I rode up to our mixed-designation floor of luxurious suites.
I had no idea who was paying for this weekend excursion—Cal, me, or some other mix of funds—but at that moment, I was immensely thankful for the separate living room. It was perfect for what I had in mind.
Shucking off my coat and boots, I turned on the gas fireplace, then left a deceptive trail of clothing items—gloves,hat, socks, sweater, and snow-sodden jeans—leading toward the bedroom.
I hung my panties on the doorknob, a beacon of pheromones. Then I tucked my bra behind the curtains by the headboard, resting on top of the heat register, which would amplify my scent.
Ducking into the bathroom, I grabbed the sample-sized bottle of scent-canceling spray from the counter and gave myself a quick spritz in the shower.
As much fun as it would be to pounce Wyatt naked, it was missing something…
Sifting through my luggage, I snagged the perfect piece of clothing to bring my scenario to life.
With seconds to spare, I ducked behind the leather armchair by the gas fireplace, on the opposite side of the suite from the bedroom door.
The lock beeped, and a hesitant Wyatt stepped inside, greeted by silence and flickering firelight.
“Baby?” he called softly, throwing the deadbolt behind him.
Huddled into a tight ball and holding my breath, I listened to the thud of his boots hitting the floor, followed by the rustle of plastic shopping bags settling on the kitchenette counter. Wyatt’s coat came last, flung across my hiding spot, sleeve nearly brushing the tip of my nose.
“Why are the lights off? What did you need—”
A ravenous purr and quick footsteps in the opposite direction meant that my bra or panties had done the trick.
Wyatt was on the prowl.
Inching forward, I peered around the side of the chair, catching a glimpse of his sculpted back as he stalked into the bedroom, his sweatshirt falling by the wayside.
Excellent.
Crawling forward, I eased up onto my knees, watching with immense satisfaction as he pulled back the curtains—and let out the most delectable snarl of disappointment.
“Very clever, baby.”
The rumble in his voice was so intense it made my toes tingle.
As he turned, sniffing the air, I caught a glimpse of his pale blue eyes—two glowing pools of moonlit lust.
Need stabbed me right in the gut.
I wanted those eyes locked on me, and only me, until daybreak. An impulse so overwhelming that it would have given away my location if not for the lingering cloud of scent-canceling spray.
When he strode into the bathroom, I got up and rushed into the bedroom, closing the door behind me with a soft click…but not soft enough to keep from drawing Wyatt’s attention.
He charged through the door, wearing only his boxers, the dense muscles of his thighs rippling as he approached. The outline of his girthy cock was all too obvious, straining against the thin fabric.
“Is this you giving up?” he asked, his purr deep yet indulgent. “Or do you have more torture in store for me?”
Holding his gaze, I pressed my back against the door, purposefully widening my eyes to reflect an innocence I’d never once possessed.
“Shh,” I playfully chided him, pressing a finger against my lips. “Your coach is right outside.”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
“Don’t you know how hard it was to sneak in here with all the extra security? They’d have disqualified me from the vault final if I got caught.”
