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“Time for bed,” Wilson announced.
“I’ll call an Uber.”
Jack weirdly chuckled.
Wilson said not a word when he set his mug on the table, came around to the chair I was occupying, took my mostly full coffee out of my hand, then proceeded to pluck me out of my seat. Jack was still laughing when Wilson ushered me into his bedroom and closed the door behind us.
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
Wilson was nearing the bathroom when I found my voice.
“Why am I here?”
He didn’t answer my question. Instead he issued a demand.
“Get in bed, princess.”
I glanced at the king bed in a bedroom that was three times the size of mine.
The shower went on.
Screw it.
He was tired, so was I, and nothing was going to happen.
I slipped off my shoes, pulled my hoodie over my head, adjusted the tank top I had on underneath and was happy I’d put on a bra before my jaunt across town.
The shower went off as I was closing the shades. Wilson sauntered out gloriously naked.
My brain went haywire. Other parts of me went liquid.
“Bed, princess.”
Not trusting my voice, I nodded.
He had the white bedclothes pulled back and was climbing in— nude. From experience I knew this was how Wilson slept. At least it was how he’d slept the two nights we’d shared a bed. But those times, I’d been naked as well, too exhausted from multiple orgasms to care about clothing. That was not the norm for me.
I started for the bed when Wilson rumbled, “Lose the sweats.”
“Wilson—”
“Baby, I’m tired as fuck. I just want to feel you.”
That was worse than him wanting sex.
I stupidly dragged my pants off.
The moment I entered the bed, Wilson claimed me. I closed my eyes in my best attempt to block out how good he felt wrapped around me. Wilson made it worse when his hand found mine and he laced our fingers together.
“Sleep, princess.”
There was no way I was getting back to sleep with Wilson’s chest pressed against my back and thoughts of sex traffickers filling my head.
It didn’t take very long for Wilson’s breathing to even out and his big body to relax into mine.
I didn’t dare move. Not a single muscle, as I silently lay there willing my heart to stay detached. As soon as Wilson was done with Martin and Eden, he’d be gone.
I couldn’t forget that.
