Unfortunately for poor Eli, only the letter C appeared in his five-letter puzzle.
“You’re a good player, Eli.The puzzle is a thing.Get to work,” Pat offered his encouragement.
Aspen started sounding out words that were more jibber-jabber than anything.
“Yacht,” Wolfe announced calmly, a breath before the sound of the buzzer.
“That was a tough one, Eli,” Pat consoled, as Vanna began turning the letters to reveal the word yacht.“You didn’t have much to go by.”
Aspen whipped around to face Wolfe.“How’d you do that?”
“Easy.I win,” he said and placed one hand at the side of her cheek to glide the pad of his thumb across some of her sexy-as-fuck freckles.“And now for my prize.”
Without another word, Wolfe leaned in and captured Aspen’s lips in a soft kiss.At her gasp of want that matched his own need raging below the surface, Wolfe began nibbling at her full pink lips, taking great care to taste every part of her gloriousness.
Threading his other hand into her thick mane of hair, Wolfe reached out his tongue to taste her pillowy lower lip, prompting this magnificent creature to open her mouth and accept Wolfe’s demand.
As their kiss deepened and their heads shifted back-and-forth in an effort to get as close as possible, Wolfe nearly blew a nut when she slid her fingers into his hair and twisted the long strands between her digits.
Without breaking the kiss he lifted and moved his boss baker—no, not his—toward the corner of the couch and the intensity of the kiss skyrocketed.
Wolfe drew his hands down her sides and then under her soft t-shirt until his hands spanned her ribs just underneath her tits that were currently smashed against his chest as he lay atop her.
After a few moments or minutes, Wolfe pulled back, feeling every bit as predatory as his last name suggested.As much as he wanted to enjoy everything she had to offer, he found some semblance of reality before there was no turning away from fucking her on the couch like the lovesick teen he felt like earlier.
“Yacht,” he said smiling, and tugged Aspen upright against the cushions of the floral couch.
“Whaaaaat?”Aspen stammered looking as off-kilter as he felt.
“I guessed ‘yacht’ and claimed my prize.”
“Oh, yeah,Wheel of Fortune,” Aspen gave her head a shake, her eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to avoid contact with Wolfe’s.
“What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours, boss baker?”
“I-I don’t know,” she wildly gestured with her hands pointing between the two of them.“I don’t know about this.”
“What...this?”
“Connor, I’m just not sure about...whatever this is between us.You’ve seen my bakery; it’s practically falling down around me.I’m trying to launch the catering side of my business to increase my revenue stream.I just don’t have the bandwidth to explore—this right now.”
“This has been bubbling between us and I’m not sure you can just turn that off like your sparkling new faucet, BB,” Wolfe leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs when all he really wanted to do was scoop BB up in his arms and hold onto her for dear life.“Believe me, I’ve tried.”
“Connor—”
“—Look, I don’t know, BB,” pure honesty lacing his voice.“I don’t do relationships.Iwon’tdo relationships, but I like spending time with you.I especially liked kissing you and I have a feeling that fucking you will probably be the equivalent of the gods eating ambrosia.”
Her eyes widened at his confession.
“So...where does that leave us?”she whispered.
“Nowhere, BB,” he kissed her forehead and started collecting their discarded plates from dinner.“We live for the moment and leave the past in the past and just be.Just.Be.”
“Connor—”
“—BB.Just.Be.Can you do that?”
Wolfe was so far out of his comfort zone, he struggled mightily to breathe, let alone project his screw-you personality.
