I push my lips back down over him but he’s big so I use my hands to fill in the gap. He grunts like I’m torturing him and I can’t help but smile.
“You like that? Like seeing how hard and crazy you make me?
His fingers twist in my hair and his grip grows tight on the sides of my head as he struggles to keep them still. My moan vibrates around him causing him to thrust hard against me, making me gag.
“Are you ok?”
I nod and keep going, taking him even deeper. Seeing him this turned on has me pressing my thighs together and I can feel my own hips tilting with need.
“God, Blair, your mouth is going to be the death of me. I’m so close.”
I love how much I affect him. His head falls back and I can tell he’s ready.
“I’m going to come. I want to come on your tits.”
I pop off him and nod just as his release escapes and paints my chest. He’s so gorgeous, and a feral look crosses his face as he admires his work.
He pulls me up and smashes his lips to mine kissing me like it’s the end of the world. He breaks the kiss and glides his hands over my hair to move it back off my face.
“That was fucking hot. I had no idea how much I would enjoy seeing my cum all over you.”
“Me either.” I look down and run my fingers through the mess, a laugh tumbling out. “Good thing we’re in the shower.”
He kisses me again and then starts to lather my body up, taking care to clean every crease and crevice along the way. It’s a weird foreplay I didn’t know would turn me on so much. I hope he knows that we’re just going to get dirty all over again once we are out of here. I need more of him.
We dry off and slide into the sheets naked as he glides down my body to return the favor. And when he sinks into me after that, I dream of what our life could be like if this was our forever.
thirty-nine
. . .
WYATT
My father hasn’t madeit in to work yet, but I know he won’t hesitate to find me as soon as he arrives. I didn’t respond to any of his messages last night, and it’s obvious he’s talked to Lance. The last message he left was a thinly veiled threat that if I were out with Blair, it would be an issue.
Blair and I didn’t discuss specific details about what TWA is planning pre-merger, but I asked a lot of clarifying questions about her dreams and what she would do if she left TWA. She caught on to the subtext well enough, but I couldn’t confirm the timing. That is something HR will work on with Lance. So, technically, no NDAs were broken, and no secrets are tripping up a second chance with Blair.
“Knock, knock,” Sophia says as she walks through my open door. I hang on to the hug she gives me a little longer than normal.
“What’s going on?” she asks. “You’re clingy.”
“I’m waiting for our father to get here so I can tell him I quit.”
I’ve stunned her silent. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth breaks open to gasp, but no noise makes it out.
“I’ve accepted a position at Hays and Cole.”
I lead her to my couch and give her a moment to recover.
“Dad is going to flip. Why? How? Are you ok?”
“More than ok. It’s time. I never should have let him push me down a career path I didn’t really want in the first place. It’s always mentally fucked with me because I appreciate all he’s done. I know how lucky I am to have the access and resources I do. But I’ve spent my whole life doing what he wants. It’s ok for me to do what I want.”
“This is big, Wyatt. I’m so proud of you. I am. Really. But…” She hesitates. “Are you sure?”
Sophia questioning my decision should irritate me, but it doesn’t. I can see on her face that the concern is more about the backlash that will likely come from our father.
“This decision is a long time coming and is about more than just where I want to work,” I say.
