Page 25 of About Last Night

“Wyatt…”

“Yeah, baby, say my name just like that while I fuck another orgasm out of this perfect body.”

His words took me right to the edge of release, and then he dropped his hand to rub his thumb over my clit just the way he knew I needed. I fell over the cliff, my orgasm arcing through me and making my thighs shake where they rested against Wyatt’s hips.

He pumped three more times and followed me off the edge, bending over to kiss my lips as he came inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes, my fingers tracing invisible lines on his body, the sweat cooling on our skin before either of us spoke.

“How sore are you?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” I said, although I was definitely more swollen down there than I’d ever been. I’d never had a sex fest before, but there was no other name for the amount of sex we’d had in the last few days.

His hand cupped the front of my neck, his thumb pushing up under my chin so I was forced to look into his discerning gaze. “Tell me the truth, not some lie because you think you’ll be a burden if you’re honest.”

I swallowed thickly. It was like he could see my soul and there was no way I could ever hide from him again.

“I was already a little sore from last night’s activities. I’ll probably feel more sore once you pull out.”

His eyes darted back and forth between mine, probably searching to make sure that was the truth. It was. He pressed his lips against my forehead, making my heart squeeze tightly in my chest at the tenderness.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve given you more time to recover.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist to his back. “I wasn’t complaining. Everything still felt good.”

He shook his head at me, the left corner of his lips curving up in a small smile. “You never complain. About anything. Even when you see someone doing something wrong, you redirect them in the most polite and positive way I’ve ever witnessed.” He brushed a strand of loose hair away from my face. “You’re always taking care of everyone’s feelings and making sure things run smoothly. But who takes care of you?”

A lump formed in my throat. “No one,” I choked out. It was true. Grant used to when I was underage, but since I’d turned eighteen, I’d taken on every aspect of my business. I delegated, sure, but everything was still my responsibility because I was the boss.

His gaze turned fierce. “Not anymore. Now you’ve got me, okay?”

“Only until I stop paying you.” It wasn’t often my pessimistic side came out to play, but unfortunately, I couldn’t trust that this was real. As much as I wanted to, and as much as I planned to enjoy every single second alone with Wyatt, I couldn’t deny that I knew it would all end once we left this cabin. He’d never choose us over a job he was so good at. And I’d never ask him to either.

He frowned down at me and shook his head. “If you haven’t realized all that I’ve already given up for you, then I clearly have more work to do. The second I kissed you, that was it. I’m yours, no payment required. If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not interested in your money or your fame.”

I parted my lips to respond, but he placed one finger against them. “Let’s go take a bath. The hot water will help with the soreness.”

He didn’t wait for me to respond. Instead he got out of the bed, picked me up, and carried me down to the bathroom, placing me on the vanity while he got the water running in the big claw-foot tub. He walked the short distance over to me, spread my legs wide and then ducked down, but instead of licking me or doing something equally naughty like I expected, he smiled up at me and opened the door under the sink.

“Had to grab the Epsom salts,” he said, chuckling. “What did you think I was going to do, naughty girl?”

My cheeks heated and his chuckle turned into a full laugh. When Wyatt laughed, he looked younger and, if possible, sexier. I loved seeing him laugh. He dropped a kiss to my mouth before he turned around and sprinkled some Epsom salts into the bath.

“How’d you know those were under the sink?”

Without looking back at me he said, “I took stock of everything the first night we were here, while you were asleep.”

That definitely sounded like something he’d do. He dipped his hand in the water and must’ve found it up to his standards because he walked over to me, slid his hands under my ass, and lifted me up into his arms before carrying me back to the now full tub.

He set me on my feet, but held my hand and helped me in. He turned like he was going to leave, but I grabbed his arm. “You’re coming in too, right?”

He glanced down at the tub. “It’ll be a snug fit.”

My lips lifted easily in a wide smile. “That’s what she said.”

He huffed out a chuckle, shaking his head at my ridiculousness, and then gestured for me to move forward. It took a little finagling since he was so tall, but we both managed to fit. I couldn’t deny I loved being snuggled up to him in the warm water.

He grabbed the washcloth hanging off the side and dipped it into the water before running it over my chest and arms.