Mia laughed and hopped off her chair, going to pour coffee into Wyatt’s to-go mug. No matter how hard he tried, mornings always got the better of Wyatt. It was the one aspect of his life he seemed unable to curate into the perfectly polished display he so zealously guarded, a tiny part of Wyatt that was all-too human and for her eyes only.
Mia felt Wyatt’s heat at her back, his arm circling her waist and his warm breath at her ear. “Am I having you for dinner tonight?”
“Maybe dessert,” Mia answered, angling her head to give Wyatt room to nuzzle her neck. “I need to go buy a dress for the banquet next week.”
“Sounds fun.” Mia snorted. “No really, I like shopping.”
“Of course you do.” Mia turned to face Wyatt, arms circling his neck. “There are better lies to tell to get on my good side.”
“I don’t lie.”
“Everybody lies,” Mia said, inexplicably annoyed at Wyatt’s ridiculous assertion. “You’ve never faked your parent’s signature for school? Taken a sick day even when you weren’t sick?”
Wyatt’s lips pursed tight, then he rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Okay, fine, I’ve toldwhitelies. Never faked my parent’s signature,” he hurried to clarify. “But I get your point. Iamtelling the truth about liking to shop, though. I used to go with my twin, Kylie, all the time.”
“Still…” Mia shrugged, not sure what about the idea of her and Wyatt strolling together down High Street unsettled her so much.
“Plus, we’re going to the banquet together, I need to approve your dress.” Mia pushed a laughing Wyatt away with a scandalized gasp and a slap to his chest.
“Enfoiré!” Mia tried to wriggle out of Wyatt’s hold, but he easily held her in place. “Who said we’re going together, anyway?” She stuck her chin out, giving up the futile struggle. “You don’t have a claim on me just because I let you fuck me.”
Something flashed through Wyatt’s eyes, but he gained control of the emotion too quickly for Mia to decipher the meaning of it.
“No, but since neither of us is romantically involved, it’s expected that we represent the hub as a unified front.”
Politics. Mia both hated it and was surprisingly relieved at the handy excuse.
“Fine, we’ll go ball gown shopping after work,” she said with a huff, making a big show of resigning to the logical justification. “Can we leave the house now?”
Wyatt’s grin stretched ear to ear and with a small swat to her bottom, he grabbed his coffee and turned towards the door.
“You’re intolerable,” Mia called after him, quickly rinsing her mug and following Wyatt.
She barely caught up before finding herself in a hard press between Wyatt’s body and the front door, his breath hot against her lips as he spoke.
“Thank goodness for my intolerability,” he said in a low voice before nipping at her lower lip. “It’s why we end up spending every weeknight in my bed and every weekend in yours.”
“We only spend weeknights inyourbed because your flat is closer to uni.” Wyatt hummed something of an affirmation before claiming her mouth, deep and hot. “You’re going to make me late.”
“I’m going to make you come,” Wyatt rumbled against her skin, already undoing her trousers.
Mia considered arguing even though she knew she’d cave to Wyatt’s seduction but realized it would cost them valuable time and the risk of being seen leaving his apartment together early in the morning.
She pushed down her trousers and underwear while Wyatt dropped his own and rolled on a condom, ducking between her legs and lifting her up against the door with her trousers around her ankles and her knees spread wide. His fingers teased her from behind, readying her.
Mia gasped when Wyatt entered her with a slow stretch, rocking his hips to the sound of their shortening breaths.
“Deeper,” she said in a quiet moan, and Wyatt swallowed the shuddery breath leaving her lips as he acquiesced. “Harder.” They were groaning and gasping, the door rattling at Mia’s back with every pound. “Faster,” she begged, a high-pitched pant, clutching onto Wyatt’s shoulders as her climax rolled over her, followed by Wyatt.
“Worth being late for,” Wyatt declared with a half-grin, gently untangling their bodies.
Mia huffed and shook her head, pulling herself back together and shooting Wyatt a raised eyebrow challenge when she turned to leave the house, leaving him there to clean up.
“I’ll see you at work, Doctor Jenkins.”
Wyatt’s laughter followed her out, and Mia couldn’t help but smile.
Wyatt