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addictive, and I’d never be able to resist, no matter how hard I tried.
Addison was the sun shining bright into my dark world.
And she had no fucking clue.
I was falling for her.
And she could never know.
My alarm blared at five in the morning, but when I leaned across the bed to silence it, my hands grazed over top of a warm body. I jerked back.
“Wilder,” I whispered, pushing the hair from my face as my eyes adjusted. He squinted. “What are you still doing here?”
The light that filtered in through the curtains shown just enough for me to realize he was sleeping on top of the covers.
“You asked me to stay until you fell asleep, remember?” he said, his hair disheveled and his voice groggy. He leaned forward and rubbed his eyes.
“Are you sure? I don’t remember saying that.”
“You’d had a couple glasses of wine. You really don’t remember?”
I shook my head. I didn’t remember drinking wine, either. Then again, the day before was one of the worst days I’d had in a long time. I wouldn’t have blamed yesterday-me for drinking an entire bottle of wine in an attempt to forget it.
“I’m kidding.” He slid off the bed. “We were talking. I fell asleep.”
I slid out of the covers, instantly realizing I was buck-naked. Pulling a sheet from the bed, I wrapped myself in it.
“Ah, you’re shy in the morning,” he said.
My cheeks burned hot. I was sure I’d slept off most of my makeup, and my lashes crunched with dried mascara as I blinked. My fingers combed through the tangled knots of my hair.
The last guy to ever see me one hundred percent au naturel was Kyle.
I wrapped the sheet tight around my body. “Just so you know, this is something a boyfriend would do, so don’t let it happen again.”
I ambled toward the bathroom, starting the shower and rinsing off any remnants of the night before, hoping my confusion might swirl down the drain along with it. My life was a perfect row of dominoes I’d spent years setting up, and falling for Wilder would send them all toppling down.
My eyes closed as I faced the streaming water, letting it bead and trickle down my skin as I breathed in the warm mist. Two warm hands gripped around my waist, pulling me backwards until I was pressed against a very naked, very erect Wilder.
“What are you doing in here?” I pushed him away.
“You looked lonely in here. Thought you could use a hand .” His right hand slid down my stomach until he reached the soft core between my thighs, slipping his fingers between my folds and massaging my clit.
The war inside me raged again, my body enjoying every second of his hands all over it and my mind reminding me that this was quickly turning into the very thing it wasn’t supposed to be.
I bit my lip. “Wilder… you can’t… we can’t…”
He took my ear between his teeth, gently nibbling before releasing it. “This is purely physical, you and me. Just wanted to remind you.”
His hand left my core and the heat from his body left my back as he lowered himself to his knees. My hands pressed against the front of the shower wall as he separated my backside and his tongue found my wetness from a completely different angle.
I’d never had an orgasm for breakfast, but I supposed there was a first time for everything.
When we were finished in the shower, we got ready side by side, sharing the marble vanity of my bathroom like we were some old married couple partaking in a morning routine.
“You smell like a sunflower,” I teased him. He’d had to use all my soaps and shampoos and body lotions. “With a hint of coconut.”
“I smell like you,” he said with a smile that caused my heart to sink to the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t sure he even knew he was smiling like that. My expression faded as I turned back toward the mirror and slicked on a smooth coat of red Chanel lipstick. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “Just thinking about work.”
“You really can’t
Addison was the sun shining bright into my dark world.
And she had no fucking clue.
I was falling for her.
And she could never know.
My alarm blared at five in the morning, but when I leaned across the bed to silence it, my hands grazed over top of a warm body. I jerked back.
“Wilder,” I whispered, pushing the hair from my face as my eyes adjusted. He squinted. “What are you still doing here?”
The light that filtered in through the curtains shown just enough for me to realize he was sleeping on top of the covers.
“You asked me to stay until you fell asleep, remember?” he said, his hair disheveled and his voice groggy. He leaned forward and rubbed his eyes.
“Are you sure? I don’t remember saying that.”
“You’d had a couple glasses of wine. You really don’t remember?”
I shook my head. I didn’t remember drinking wine, either. Then again, the day before was one of the worst days I’d had in a long time. I wouldn’t have blamed yesterday-me for drinking an entire bottle of wine in an attempt to forget it.
“I’m kidding.” He slid off the bed. “We were talking. I fell asleep.”
I slid out of the covers, instantly realizing I was buck-naked. Pulling a sheet from the bed, I wrapped myself in it.
“Ah, you’re shy in the morning,” he said.
My cheeks burned hot. I was sure I’d slept off most of my makeup, and my lashes crunched with dried mascara as I blinked. My fingers combed through the tangled knots of my hair.
The last guy to ever see me one hundred percent au naturel was Kyle.
I wrapped the sheet tight around my body. “Just so you know, this is something a boyfriend would do, so don’t let it happen again.”
I ambled toward the bathroom, starting the shower and rinsing off any remnants of the night before, hoping my confusion might swirl down the drain along with it. My life was a perfect row of dominoes I’d spent years setting up, and falling for Wilder would send them all toppling down.
My eyes closed as I faced the streaming water, letting it bead and trickle down my skin as I breathed in the warm mist. Two warm hands gripped around my waist, pulling me backwards until I was pressed against a very naked, very erect Wilder.
“What are you doing in here?” I pushed him away.
“You looked lonely in here. Thought you could use a hand .” His right hand slid down my stomach until he reached the soft core between my thighs, slipping his fingers between my folds and massaging my clit.
The war inside me raged again, my body enjoying every second of his hands all over it and my mind reminding me that this was quickly turning into the very thing it wasn’t supposed to be.
I bit my lip. “Wilder… you can’t… we can’t…”
He took my ear between his teeth, gently nibbling before releasing it. “This is purely physical, you and me. Just wanted to remind you.”
His hand left my core and the heat from his body left my back as he lowered himself to his knees. My hands pressed against the front of the shower wall as he separated my backside and his tongue found my wetness from a completely different angle.
I’d never had an orgasm for breakfast, but I supposed there was a first time for everything.
When we were finished in the shower, we got ready side by side, sharing the marble vanity of my bathroom like we were some old married couple partaking in a morning routine.
“You smell like a sunflower,” I teased him. He’d had to use all my soaps and shampoos and body lotions. “With a hint of coconut.”
“I smell like you,” he said with a smile that caused my heart to sink to the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t sure he even knew he was smiling like that. My expression faded as I turned back toward the mirror and slicked on a smooth coat of red Chanel lipstick. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “Just thinking about work.”
“You really can’t
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