Baby Daddy(5)

Just as I was about to slow down to tell him about my nose powdering emergency, Emma and Carter swooped in to save the day. My eyebrows raised in surprise and then I made eye contact with Emma, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I blushed and bit my lip and tried to avoid Carter’s face, but I saw it anyways. He was grinning from ear-to-ear and I could hear his low belly laugh as it started up. They know I’m going to have a quickie with Wyatt! This is so embarrassing.

But the thought didn’t stop me; if anything, it spurred me on. Give me one good fucking story for my 30th birthday, Universe. That’s all I need. One good fucking story to tide me over when I’m a single mother who can’t get a date. I sent my silent prayer to the Universe and stormed up the carpeted steps, thankful that the cushion hid the sound of my rat-a-tat-tatting heels. I made it to the north wing, laser-focused on the bathroom door and marched my Pilates-perky ass right into the room without hesitation.





Chapter 3





Tori



I closed the door and moved to the back corner, checking the stalls as I went. There were only three in this bathroom; it was probably mostly used for staff since it didn’t have the overly-marbled counters and ornately carved wooden stalls. It was still cozy and there was a little chaise longue in the corner - I tried to not let my mind go too wild with thoughts about what I could do on it with Wyatt. Where the fuck is Wyatt? I thought, as I considered undressing myself before he got up there.

My panties were soaking wet and, for once, I was not embarrassed about my body’s response to the situation. It’s the hormones, I assured myself. It was actually the thought of that Man Candy downstairs pinning me against the cold plaster wall with his dick, but whatever. Just as I began to get concerned, the door squeaked open and I stilled. Wyatt entered, his face flushed and his eyes full of lust.

“Sorry, that old guy Frank asked me if I knew where his wife went,” he smiled as he shut the door and locked the top bolt with ease. His stretch made it clear that his jacket was cut perfectly and that it was only hiding the muscles of his back - it showed his ass off just fine. As he turned to face me, I couldn’t help but feel that kinship, that connection. I didn’t feel awkward, I just felt ready.

“I’ll take that present now, Sir,” I said, holding my hands out in what I hoped was a girlish, innocent way. He stalked towards me, looking like a man about to blow his top. His oceanic eyes were actually wild, sparkling. He reached out to take my hands and clasped them tightly. He shifted both of my small, delicate hands into one of his big hands and used the free one to brace the base of my neck. Wyatt pulled me in, not roughly, but with enough force that I knew what he was thinking.

“Kiss me, Victoria,” he pleaded, and I was all too willing. I parted my lips for him and his face hovered for an excruciating second more before he lowered his head. I closed my eyes as our lips made contact and I felt the chills travel down my throat and straight to my breasts. My nipples hardened and my back arched, pressing my breasts against his chest in a rather desperate way. That’s never happened before.

I can’t say how long the kiss went on. Minutes? Months? But by the time our lips separated, my face was bruised, my hair was tangled, and I was pretty sure I was going to need a new pair of panties. God, I’m so ready. My eyes fluttered open and I felt his gaze on the top button of my blouse. “Take off your shirt,” he gasped out, every bit as turned on as I was. I looked down at my top and couldn’t help but notice the bulge that had appeared between us, his tight cobalt slacks doing nothing to hide his erection.

The sight spurred me on and I damn near ripped off my top in an effort to get closer to him, to feel skin-on-skin. The second my shirt hit the wall behind us and slid to the floor, I felt his gaze as it lit on fire. I brazenly decided not to wear a bra that morning - I may be thirty but my tits are still twenty-five I had told myself - so I stood, breasts exposed to the somewhat chilly air. Wyatt looked like he just won the jackpot and was about to drag me off to his cave. His nostrils flared and the color in his face spiked. His chest broadened and he reached for my waist roughly, pulling me close. His eyes never left my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hips. I’d never felt so sexy, and I wasn’t even fully naked!

Wyatt’s eyes flashed up to meet mine and he bit his lip. “I’m going to fuck you, Tori, but I want you to know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve thought so since the first day I saw you,” he paused as his hands moved to my face, pushing my tousled auburn hair back so he could look me in the eyes.