Chapter Fifty-Seven: That Part Can Stay Private

“See you tomorrow. Thank you for the ride, Wyall. I will wait to hear about your friend.”

“Yes, see you tomorrow. I will keep you updated on the search.” I bugh.

Wyatt waits until she is inside before he starts to drive again.

“What is happening tomorrow night?”

“We are going to an exercise class,”

I want it to be a surprise for him once I’ve had a few classes, so I won’t tell him which one. I’ll give him an unforgettable show in his playroom, erasing memories of past women. He isn’t the only one to be jealous, but I will never admit it to him.

“Abandon me again?”

“Yes, for like an hour or so. I am sure you have enjoyed having some space from me tonight.”

Something tells me he doesn’t usually spend as much time with his pubs as he has been with me. Not only do we see one another at work all the time, but this will be like the eighth or ninth night in a row we have stayed together. It is a nice change staying at my place, though, since we are usually at his. The only downfall about my place is no playroom. It has become my new favorite place.

“To be honest, I’ve been bored out of my mind without you.”

I am surprised by his upfront answer.

“You were? So, you did miss me then?”

I try not to sound too smug when I ask.

“Yes. Did you miss me?” he asks and squeezes my thigh.

“Maybe a little.” I tease.

I did, but I had my friends to keep me busy. He was alone, so he would have been feeling it more than me.

“Gee, thanks. You don’t seem as drunk as I thought you would be.”

“I am drunk, but not overly.”

If I drank more, I would end up in bed all day tomorrow with a hangover, something I would rather not be doing since there is no work.

We arrive at my apartment, and he finds a parking space. I went to open the door, but remembered the last time I tried that I got a lecture. Wyatt comes around and opens it, offering me his hand to help me out. I smile, take it, and climb out. He closes the door behind me.

I expect him to lead us inside, but he doesn’t. He pushes my back to the car and presses his body to mine. I moan, not expecting it. His lips crash to mine without another word. I whimper into the kiss and entangle my fingers in his hair. The kiss becomes heated. He brings one of my legs around his hip and brushes his growing excitement between my thighs.

His tongue finds its way into my mouth and massages against mine; my thighs were getting warm and wet. I don’t seem to care we are in a public street.

I groan, giving in to him, and he dominates the kiss.

Wyatt parts from the kiss and smirks at me. I am too breathless to say a word. He winks and walks away, not saying anything. It takes a moment for me to pull myself together and follow him.

“Mean.”

“Nope, I can tease too.” He chuckles.

Oh, it is revenge for the photos I sent him earlier! I swear after getting me all fired up, he better plan on fixing it for me when we get inside. I would have let him fuck me right against the car if he wanted to. That is how much I want, need, and crave him. It’s probably a good thing he stopped. It would have given the neighbors something to talk about.