article six months ago in some obscure science journal about ideas he had
on making clean energy more affordable to the masses. And Wyatt was more than a little intrigued. He wanted Osborn on his payroll and he intended to get him.
Shaking those thoughts free, he took a step toward the king-sized bed and as his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he realized Iris was awake and watching him. Her head was lying on the pillow and she had
the covers pulled up to her waist. He could see she was wearing a tank top and wondered if she had
anything else on under the covers.
She hadn’t moved when he’d first entered the room, but he’d known she’d wake up soon enough.
She was a lighter sleeper than he was. Part of him was surprised she was actually waiting in bed for him after the way she’d run from him in the pantry. Not that he blamed her. He was still pissed that Ellie had interrupted them, but she’d just been doing her job. His assistant slept as little as he did, so he couldn’t get too angry.
Iris’s gaze flicked to digital clock on the nightstand, then back to him. It was close to four in the morning. “Everything okay?” Her voice was raspy with sleep.
He nodded, loving the vision of her in his bed. Hair tousled around her face and bleary-eyed, he
liked seeing her like this. In an intimate way no one else ever did. “Yeah. Just work stuff that
wouldn’t wait.”
She sat up, as if she meant to get out of bed, but he shook his head. “I’m beat. Stay with me tonight?
Just to sleep.”
“I’d planned to…only to keep an eye on you in a professional sense.” Her lips quirked up at the
corners.
“Is that why you’re waiting in my bed?”
Rolling her eyes, she fell back against the pillow. “I’m not ruining my beauty sleep waiting for
you.”
Wyatt stripped off his jeans, but left his boxers on. Normally he slept naked, but if he took off
everything, he’d end up throwing his good intentions out the window. He needed to knock down the
walls Iris had erected between them and get to the source of the problem. Because he knew it wasn’t the reason she’d given him. Yeah, he’d made a stupid assumption, but there was something else
holding her back from him.
He slid into bed behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him.
Her body was pliant, molding perfectly into him. Inwardly he cursed when he realized she was
wearing long pajama pants. Okay, so she hadn’t been waiting here naked for him. Leaning closer he
buried his face against her neck and inhaled that sweet scent that was purely Iris.
She tensed for a moment, then laid her hand over the one he’d draped across her stomach, expelling
a soft chuckle. “Go to sleep, Wyatt,” she murmured. “I know you’re tired.”
He was, which was another reason he wasn’t pushing for things to go further with her tonight—
even if he was hard as stone. The next time he had her flat on her back he wanted to spend hours
pleasuring her. Not a frantic fucking where they both got off then passed out. Right now was about
building trust and deepening that intimacy in the way he should have done back in Vegas.
The house was well insulated so he couldn’t hear anyone else moving around. Of course her
security team was quiet and taking care to be invisible. He’d sneaked up on a couple of them just
because he could and to remind himself that he might not be in the Marines anymore but he was no
less deadly. Once a Marine, always a Marine. Something he and Iris had in common. While he still
didn’t know everything she’d done while she’d been in the Corps, he could guess. She’d been part of a secretive intel unit that did…hell, he had no clue. He loved how smart she was though. Smart and
lethal. A sexy combination. But then, he loved everything about her. Once he’d proposed marriage
and she’d agreed he’d assumed she’d admit her feelings for him. She still hadn’t. Instead she’d given
on making clean energy more affordable to the masses. And Wyatt was more than a little intrigued. He wanted Osborn on his payroll and he intended to get him.
Shaking those thoughts free, he took a step toward the king-sized bed and as his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he realized Iris was awake and watching him. Her head was lying on the pillow and she had
the covers pulled up to her waist. He could see she was wearing a tank top and wondered if she had
anything else on under the covers.
She hadn’t moved when he’d first entered the room, but he’d known she’d wake up soon enough.
She was a lighter sleeper than he was. Part of him was surprised she was actually waiting in bed for him after the way she’d run from him in the pantry. Not that he blamed her. He was still pissed that Ellie had interrupted them, but she’d just been doing her job. His assistant slept as little as he did, so he couldn’t get too angry.
Iris’s gaze flicked to digital clock on the nightstand, then back to him. It was close to four in the morning. “Everything okay?” Her voice was raspy with sleep.
He nodded, loving the vision of her in his bed. Hair tousled around her face and bleary-eyed, he
liked seeing her like this. In an intimate way no one else ever did. “Yeah. Just work stuff that
wouldn’t wait.”
She sat up, as if she meant to get out of bed, but he shook his head. “I’m beat. Stay with me tonight?
Just to sleep.”
“I’d planned to…only to keep an eye on you in a professional sense.” Her lips quirked up at the
corners.
“Is that why you’re waiting in my bed?”
Rolling her eyes, she fell back against the pillow. “I’m not ruining my beauty sleep waiting for
you.”
Wyatt stripped off his jeans, but left his boxers on. Normally he slept naked, but if he took off
everything, he’d end up throwing his good intentions out the window. He needed to knock down the
walls Iris had erected between them and get to the source of the problem. Because he knew it wasn’t the reason she’d given him. Yeah, he’d made a stupid assumption, but there was something else
holding her back from him.
He slid into bed behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him.
Her body was pliant, molding perfectly into him. Inwardly he cursed when he realized she was
wearing long pajama pants. Okay, so she hadn’t been waiting here naked for him. Leaning closer he
buried his face against her neck and inhaled that sweet scent that was purely Iris.
She tensed for a moment, then laid her hand over the one he’d draped across her stomach, expelling
a soft chuckle. “Go to sleep, Wyatt,” she murmured. “I know you’re tired.”
He was, which was another reason he wasn’t pushing for things to go further with her tonight—
even if he was hard as stone. The next time he had her flat on her back he wanted to spend hours
pleasuring her. Not a frantic fucking where they both got off then passed out. Right now was about
building trust and deepening that intimacy in the way he should have done back in Vegas.
The house was well insulated so he couldn’t hear anyone else moving around. Of course her
security team was quiet and taking care to be invisible. He’d sneaked up on a couple of them just
because he could and to remind himself that he might not be in the Marines anymore but he was no
less deadly. Once a Marine, always a Marine. Something he and Iris had in common. While he still
didn’t know everything she’d done while she’d been in the Corps, he could guess. She’d been part of a secretive intel unit that did…hell, he had no clue. He loved how smart she was though. Smart and
lethal. A sexy combination. But then, he loved everything about her. Once he’d proposed marriage
and she’d agreed he’d assumed she’d admit her feelings for him. She still hadn’t. Instead she’d given
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