But as soon as I saw Wyatt and that cocky smile, I knew that I needed to talk to him alone. I knew that he could help me, but I couldn’t say why.
I was going to take over the city. I wanted to be in sole control of Chicago, and Wyatt Carter could help me with that, though so could any number of men back in that room.
There was something about Wyatt that I couldn’t place. As he pinned me to the wall and stared intently at my face, I knew I had made the right decision.
“I have a business proposition.”
“Do you?” He smiled slightly. “What sort of business?”
“I’d rather not say there.” I gave him a look. “Anyone could hear us,” I said pointedly.
He frowned. “True.” He released my wrist. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, Louisa, but I’ll be honest with you. I’m interested, but I don’t think you’re being truthful with me.”
I smiled, slipping away from him. “Come find out.” I continued on down the hall. After a brief moment, he continued following me.
I came to the end of the hall and opened an unmarked door. I stepped outside onto a large balcony, probably reserved for staff members to take smoking breaks on back in the day.
He stepped out beside me. The city spread out around us, and the view was gorgeous. We were high up, though not the highest around. We stood there for a moment, silently watching the city unfold ahead of us, streetlights and headlights rolling along down beneath us.
“How did you know about this place?” he asked me.
“Is that important?”
“No,” he admitted. “But I’m curious.”
“You should be more curious about what my business proposition is.”
“There’s only one thing I want from you, Louisa.” He stepped toward me, taking me by the hips and pressing me back against the wall. We melted together into the shadows. “That’s every inch of your skin. Have you ever had a thick cock between your legs while you looked out over the city?”
“No,” I said, shocked at how soaking wet I was. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I realized that I wanted him.
I never felt this way about men. To me, men were just tools to be used in order to further my goals. But this man, he did something to me. Maybe it was how cocky he was, but I’d met plenty of cocky men.
No, it was because I knew he could back up everything he said. This man had power, not because it had been given to him, but because he had built it all for himself.
I knew this man could take me if he wanted me. Wyatt could have me, fuck me, use me, and I wanted him to. It was crazy, but I wanted to feel his thick cock between my legs, wanted to beg his name. I wanted him to pump his hot cum deep inside of me and leave me a quivering mess on the ground, begging for more.
I wanted him to fuck me, destroy me, and make me ask for more.
That wasn’t how I normally got what I wanted. I didn’t use sex as a weapon, because that was exactly what the men I wanted to destroy did. I never slept with a man just to gain something.
With Wyatt, it wasn’t about business. It was just pure, animal wanting.
“Is that the business you want? You brought me out here so you could suck my cock. Or maybe you want my tongue on your clit while I feel those perfect breasts?”
“I brought you out here for business.”
He smiled at me, so sure of himself. “I’ll take what I want first. And then maybe we’ll talk business.”
He kissed me then, and I knew I’d let him have it.
His lips pressed against mine, firm and hard as his tongue entered my mouth, flooding my body with his taste. He pressed me back against the wall harder, pinning me there, and I gave myself to him. I kissed him back, needing him, wanting him to make me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
But just then, the door opened. Our kiss broke off slowly and Wyatt looked over.
“What, Ethan?”
I looked over and noticed a man standing in the doorway. He was shorter than Wyatt, around my height, and clean-cut looking. He had thick glasses and was almost nerdy in his appearance.
“You’re needed in there,” the man said.
“Not now,” Wyatt responded.
“Sorry, Wyatt. It’s important.”
Wyatt grunted. “Fine.”
The man nodded and left.
Wyatt released me. “That was my assistant. He can be very annoying, but he wouldn’t have come out here if it wasn’t important.”
“I see,” I said.
“We can discuss what you wanted some other time.” He turned to leave.
“You’re going to want to hear what I have to say,” I said to him. “Sooner or later, you’ll need to hear it.”