“Yes.” She caught his gaze, licking her lips and reached out to trace his with her fingers. “And your mouth.”
Wyatt’s lips stretched into a dangerously smug grin under her fingers. “You know what this means, Prickly Pear?”
Mia had no idea, but she sensed it wasn’t something she’d like. “That you’re going to break your stupid rule and eat me out right here on your desk?”
“No.” He tightened his hold on her throat, the vein in his neck throbbing fast and hard. “It means you lost our bet, so tonight I get to collect my rewardandpunish you for breaking my rule.”
A pleasurable shiver ran up Mia’s spine. She was sure she’d managed to push him beyond his breaking point last week with her coffee order but was proven wrong. Not that she was disappointed by the result, Wyatt had a natural gift of coaxing her to the edge and then keeping her teetering there with various methods of delicious torture. It was a sweet form of punishment, but not the one she craved.
“You’re an animal,” she hissed at him.
“You have no idea,” he said with that same cocky grin, stepping away and resuming his seat, rolling a few inches back to allow Mia easy passage. “Go back to work, Mia. I’ll see you tonight.”
Mia wasnotsittingand staring at her front door in restless anticipation for Wyatt. No, she was doing perfectly fine. In fact, Wyatt shouldn’t even bother showing up as far as she was concerned.
After all, she hadn’t tidied and taken a long, soothing bath with scented oils just for his benefit. And shemost certainlydid notbuy the bottle of wine she was currently drinking from simply because he’d raved about it during their text exchange.
It was after 8 pm, and Mia was sipping from her glass in the dimmed light of her flat.Alone. Not that she was bothered.
Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of soft knocking, and she sprang off the couch, almost spilling wine all over herself, rushing to the door and pausing to smooth out her silk robe before opening it.
Mia’s breath stalled at the sight that greeted her. A freshly shaved and showered Wyatt filled her doorframe, eyes blazing over the exposed skin of her legs and thighs, delaying on the deep vee revealing the skin between her breasts, before lifting to meet hers.
There was a moment where everything except the crackling energy around them froze, and then Wyatt was devouring her lips, pulling the panels of her robe open and cupping her breasts, backing Mia deeper into the flat until they were in her bathroom.
Mia’s ass bumped into the vanity countertop and Wyatt pulled away, uninhibited lust burning in his eyes when he looked at her.
“What am I going to do with you?” He sounded almost irritated, but in a sexy, Wyatt manner that made Mia want to push all his buttons until he unleashed that feral side he kept neatly tucked under his highbrow exterior.
“You can fuck me, for starters,” Mia said with a purposefully challenging tone, and Wyatt bowed his head, skipping her mouth and pressing his lips to her ear.
“We’ll get there, Prickly Pear,” he promised with a hush that jolted through Mia’s body all the way down to her toes. “But you need to learn a lesson about the importance of following the rules before I give you what you want.”
Wyatt straightened, whipping his shirt over his head and looming over her. A wall of defined dips and ridges that Mia was starting to know as well as she knew her own body.
“Take it off.” He indicated her robe, and Mia let the smooth fabric slide down her arms. “Turn around.” Once again, she complied without argument. “Bend over.”
Mia bit her bottom lip at the last command, lowering herself over the counter and bracing her forearms on the cool marble, watching Wyatt through the mirror.
“Such a sexy ass,” he rumbled in appreciation, caressing the soft skin of her cheeks. “One might say I’m full of admiration for it.” He delivered a light swat to her right ass cheek, enough to make his intentions clear, before lifting his gaze to meet hers in the mirror. “What would you call that, Mia?”
She knew what he was asking, and she knew what she wanted.
Without hesitation she flashed him a wicked smile, her gaze never wavering from his. “I’d call that a perfectly understandable fixation on a beautiful bottom.”
Wyatt’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and before Mia could prepare the flat of his palm landed on her rear again, this time with a resounding crack. Mia yelped at the sudden sting, heat from the point of contact licked over her skin, slicking her thighs. She’d finally pushed him over the edge, she’d won.
“Do you want to know a secret?” he asked, smoothing a hand over her warmed skin, and Mia nodded. “I’ve been back since yesterday evening.”
Mia’s eyes flew open in time to see Wyatt’s palm descend for another whack, crying out when it made contact with her skin. He was sporting a smug grin, and Mia cursed herself for not realizing she’d been played.Again.
She may have voluntarily pushed Wyatt over the edge, but he was expecting it, hoping for it, even. And he’d lured her into taking the plunge with him.
Punishing Mia
Wyatt
The soundof his palm contacting Mia’s ass filled the air. Her cheeks turned a rosy red under his punishing hand, and Wyatt was harder than he could ever remember being.