10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
WYATT
I slid my keycard through the slot and pushed the door to my suite open. Thoughts of Angie naked, soaking in my Jacuzzi tub, had consumed me since she’d walked away. Nothing could happen, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it.
Disappointment flooded me as I took in the quiet suite and the closed door that led to her room. She’d probably gone to bed already. What was I doing? Did I think she would be waiting for me? Jesus. I’d made it clear I wasn’t giving her anything she deserved. I doubted she wanted a quick fuck with her new boss.
Utter fucking asshole. That was for sure.
But the minute I stepped into my room, my gaze landed on the closed bathroom door and the dim light visible under the door. Images of her naked in the tub flooded me, and my dick pushed against the zipper of my pants, demanding to be freed.
Not going to happen. He needed to chill the fuck out.
I pushed my suit jacket off, throwing it onto the bed, and then yanked at the knot of my tie. I worked the buttons of my dress shirt open and pulled the shirt from the waistband of my pants.
Rustling came from the other side of the door, and when it swung open, I was met with a vision of Angie wrapped in a towel. One of my large bath towels that hugged her luscious curves tightly and was anchored together in the middle of her breasts.
Why had I thought this was a good idea? I couldn’t even think straight as I stared at her, sure that there was no blood left in my top head because it had all been redirected to my lower one.
She was so fucking beautiful. Blond hair piled high on her head. Dark eyes lined by wet lashes. Lips pink and plump. I trailed my gaze lower. Her round, full tits were ready to pop out of the top of the towel, and the strong scent of honeysuckle drifted toward me.
“Sorry.” She shifted, and as her gaze trailed down my chest and abs, her teeth pressing into her lower lip.
I loved feeling her eyes on me. Drinking me in like I was her. The towel she wore was the last barrier between me and the body I craved more than anything else I’d ever wanted.
“I’ll get out of your space.” She shifted again. “Thank you for letting me use your tub.”
I couldn’t speak. I just stood frozen, staring at her.
“Wyatt?” She took a step closer. “You okay?”
She was inches away, and I stole another glance down at her inviting breasts. Without permission, my hand snaked out, latching on to her waist. Her breath hitched as I pulled her close to my body.
When she moved her hands from her towel and placed them on my chest, my grip tightened on her waist and my hard cock pressed against her. Fuck . She felt so damn perfect like this. So right.
Her mouth fell open as she tilted her head back to look up at me. I wanted this moment with her. Just a moment. I couldn’t have more than that.
The feel of her hands on my skin branded me, and every nerve ending in my body came alive.
“Wyatt.” My name fell from her lips as a breathy whisper.
My subconscious screamed at me that this was a bad idea. But I found myself leaning forward, sucked in by her deep caramel-colored eyes and pink lips.
I wasn’t prepared for the moment our mouths fused. The sensations it sent coursing through me. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Her mouth opened slightly, and I tilted my head, thrusting my tongue inside and deepening the kiss. Our tongues dueled in desperation. I walked her backward until I had her pinned to the wall with my body, my thigh wedged between her legs.
I felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy through my pants, reminding me she was in only a towel. She rubbed herself against my thigh and trailed her fingers up my chest, disappearing under my shirt, and I sensed the towel under my touch come loose. If I let it fall to the floor, she would be standing in front of me completely naked and ready for my mouth. My touch. My cock.
Exactly what I wanted. But also nothing I was allowed to have. She wasn’t only my employee, but a woman who would not only expect more, but deserved more.
I held tightly to the towel at her sides and broke the kiss. “We can’t do this,” I gritted out.
Her eyes popped open, and she searched my face before anger flashed through her gaze. She pushed at my chest and grabbed the towel where it had come loose between her breasts. “A little late for that, don’t you think?”
She didn’t even give me a chance to explain before she was storming away. I forced myself to keep my feet planted. Following her and trying to explain wouldn’t help the situation. I’d fucked up. Given into my attraction even when I knew nothing could happen between us. She had every right to be pissed at me.
I flinched when I heard her door slam. Finally, I moved, stomping into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
The cold shower without any relief was the punishment I deserved for taking things too far. But even the chilly water did nothing to lessen my problem, and I found myself fisting my cock anyway. Images of storming into her room, bending her over the edge of her bed, and plowing into her over and over flashed through my mind as I moved my hand up and down my shaft.
“Son of a bitch,” I bit out, letting go and slamming both hands against the wall.
No. I wouldn’t give myself the release after what I’d done. The only silver lining was that her anger would surely put some distance between us. Or she might decide to quit and head back to North Carolina.
That thought sent my gut plummeting.