The redhead turned to look as well.
“Was it him?” she asked, sounding almost smug.
“Who?” Wyatt was confused, was shehopingfor them to get caught?
“Otto,” she said his name as if it was supposed to mean something to Wyatt. “The bartender that gave us the shots, he was my boyfriend until yesterday, when I found him inourbed with someone else.”
“Oh.” It took Wyatt a few seconds to process the information, and then he burst out laughing. “Sorry to disappoint, but our voyeur wasn’t Otto.”
“Rats,” she huffed, jumping off the table and setting herself straight. “Was it at least whoever gotyouin a foul mood?”
“It was.”
“Good, let them know what they’re missing.” She patted Wyatt on the chest. “I always feel better after a good revenge fuck.”
“You can do better than meandOtto,” Wyatt said, following the redhead to the door.
“I know.” She turned and winked. “Good luck with whoever’s been getting under your skin.”
With those parting words, she disappeared back into the club. Wyatt wasn’t in the mood for partying anymore though. If he thought that burning through some of the sexual tension he’d been accumulating over the past three weeks was somehow going to help, whatever happened with Mia in the storage room only made it worse.
He needed to figure this out, and fast.
* * * * *
It was Monday morning and Wyatt was looking for Mia in the hub. No one was there yet, considering the ungodly hour, but Mia always came in extra early.
He’d been wrestling with himself all weekend, trying to reach one definitive conclusion on how to approach the night at the club.
Wyatt couldn’t stop replaying the hazy gaze that took over Mia’s witchy eyes when she came, how intense their connection was, even at twenty feet apart. His body was desperate for a taste of Mia, a thirst he’d barely managed to keep under control before was now wreaking havoc on him. He needed to make a choice—either he quenched it or one of them had to go.
Which was why he was at the hub so early on a Monday morning, making a beeline to the unlocked lab and finding Mia standing over a tray of samples, fully immersed in examining them and jotting down notes.
The original plan was to talk to her, sort this mess out, but then he was near her again and all his well-laid plans went down the drain. Watching her stand there all serious with a holier-than-thou aura flared his anger as much as it did his desire, the way she acted like he’d worked any less hard than she had to reach his position, the way her mere presence was a challenge that ignited every cell in his body.
Wyatt quietly stalked to her and pressed into her back, covering her mouth with his palm to silence a surprised yelp.
“Now, now, you wouldn’t want anyone to come rushing over and see us like this, would you?” he whispered into her ear. Despite the anger in her eyes, Mia’s physical reaction to him was undeniable. Her body trembled and turned hot, back pressing into his chest, and Wyatt’s logic immediately forfeited the battle.
His hand slid off her mouth and down her chest, lightly grazing over her breast where he could feel the tight peak of her nipple. “Last night was amazing, Mia.”
“I’m glad you had a good fuck,” she snapped in a low voice, still leaning into him despite her hostile tone. “Queutard.”
“You know what I’m talking about.” He continued to trail his hand down her body to the waistband of her tan slacks. “I had you climaxing with nothing but a look. Imagine how hard I could make you come if I fucked you?”
“I don’t like you,” Mia answered with a soft moan, arching into his touch.
“Then why’d you follow me to the storage room?” No answer, and Wyatt snickered as his teeth grazed over her neck, his erection pressed firmly into her back, eliciting a needy whimper from Mia. “You may not like me, Prickly Pear, but you want me.”
She reached back, cupping him through his slacks, and Wyatt responded to the light touch with a low growl.
“Wyatt…” the lustful way she gasped his name had his blood boiling. He was beyond turned on at this point, made entirely of pulsing need and desire.
“I love hearing you beg for me.” His finger slid under her waistband, teasing the sensitive skin above her pussy. “I’m starting to get sold on your idea of using sex as a physical outlet.”
Mia snorted, slipping away from his hold and shooting his crotch an amused glance. “I think you’ve already bought into it.”
“You make a very compelling pitch.”