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Wyatt cups my cheek, and I carefully pull off him. “You may not be a good girl.” He helps guide me up his body until I’m straddling him. “But you’re mine now.”

As he brings my lips to his, I laugh against him, “I just had your dick in my mouth,” but it only makes him kiss me harder.

Rolling onto my side, I tuck into him, keeping my leg slung over his. Still, he doesn’t stop kissing me. I should’ve known he’d be a man of his word, ruining me for all others. “You can have a little break,” he murmurs, “but don’t think for a minute that I’m done with you.”

14

WYATT

The morning light seeps through the curtains, waking me. I rub at my eyes, then reach for Sloane. Her back is turned to me, and there’s a faint glow coming from the other side of her. I peer over her shoulder to find that she’s reading something.

“Someone’s up early,” I chuckle, kissing her shoulder.

She quickly shifts to face me, elbowing me in the ribs. “Oh, fuck, Wyatt! I’m so sorry!”

It knocked the wind out of me, but I still manage, “It’s fine. I’ve had worse.”

“It’s not.” Haphazardly dropping her phone on the nightstand, she checks me over, but having her hands on me makes my morning wood impossibly hard. “Where does it hurt?”

I tilt her chin until her beautiful brown eyes meet mine. “I’m fine. Really. I’m sorry I startled you. What were you reading?”

“Nothing,” she rushes out.

“Bullshit,” I chuckle. “What was it?”

Sloane reaches to turn her phone face down on the nightstand. “It was nothing.”

“Tell me.” I playfully pinch her side, and she stifles a laugh.

“It’s nothing. I went next door to get my phone a few minutes ago. I was just… checking notifications.”

“You went out in the hall naked?” It comes out as a growl, but the idea that anyone but me could’ve seen her has me on edge.

“Of course I did! Why are you so uptight? They’re just tits.” A smile teases her lips, and she’s unable to hold it in a moment longer, letting out a full laugh. “You should see your face! You really think I’d go out in the hall naked? I put on one of the robes.” She gestures to a white clump of fabric across the room. “I forgot my phone last night and wanted to be sure it was charged, but I didn’t want to wake you.”

I slide my hand into her hair, lean in, and kiss her. She melts into me, sighing against my lips. I only got a glimpse of whatever she was looking at, and it definitely wasn’t emails or social media, but I’m not going to pry further.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Want to join me?” I ask hopefully.

Sloane cups my cheek and kisses me again. It’s sweet, tender, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to stop. “You go ahead. I’ll take mine separately, or we’ll never make it to the morning workshop.”

“Good call.” With a final peck to her lips, I slide out of bed.

After a short shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and brush my teeth, unable to wipe the smile off my face. When I’m finished, I return to Sloane as quickly as I can, hoping we get a few more minutes together. As I get closer, her blurry silhouette becomes clearer. She’s on her phone again and startles when I sit beside her.

“Everything okay? You’re a little jumpy this morning.”

“I’m fine,” she squeaks.

If she’s not going to admit what’s going on, I need to rule out a few things. I grab my own phone—which is almost dead due to the fact that I was distracted by a beautiful woman in my bed and forgot to charge it. The weather is pretty bad, with both major highways experiencing severe traffic because of snow. Part of me hopes it doesn’t let up any time soon, giving me more time with Sloane before we return to LA.

With the snow ruled out as a likely cause of her nervousness, I glance over, and she’s still on her phone, but unlike a social media doomscroll, she’s slowly reading whatever it is. It could be a bad book review, and curiosity gets the best of me, so I move in closer to read it. After just two lines, my smile widens at the familiar words—my words.

“So, is it your first romance book?”

She gasps, clutching her phone to her chest. “No.”

“I promise it’s okay if you hate it.” I press a single kiss to her cheek. “But we need to get going soon if we want breakfast before⁠—”