With A Twist(28)

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Wyatt starts chanting. A quick raise of my eyes reveals his head to be thrown backward and the muscles in his neck corded tight. His fingers dig into my scalp, and then relax in spasms. His hips gyrate underneath of me with need, and I move up and down on his warm, slick shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… coming… fuck… I’m coming,” Wyatt groans and pushes down hard on my head. I suck him in extra deep, feel the first shot of him against the back of my throat, and I take every bit of him down. His breathing is erratic…sharp blasts of air that I can feel fluttering against my hair. I softly lick against his skin before pulling away from him… terrified to look up in his eyes.

He doesn’t give me a chance to face my cowardice though because his hands come under my armpits and he’s hauling me up his body. His mouth meets mine brutally, and his tongue dives in deep. Wyatt kisses me savagely… so invasive I feel him everywhere, and my fingers clutch hard onto his t-shirt.

I’m dazed… aching… confused over how much pleasure I took in that. Wyatt pulls back slightly, bringing his lips to my ear. “You didn’t have to fucking do that,” he growls, and I’m surprised at how much rage I hear in his voice.

Pushing down on his chest, I rise up from the floor, gain my balance, and stare down at him. His eyes are blazing, but I know his face is blocked from the camera.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out softly, unsure of what to do.

His eyes harden further, and he grits out. “Too far. Too fucking far, Andrea.”

I know he’s seriously pissed and it sucks… because that’s the first time he’s used my real name, so I know he’s serious. I know he’s angry. I know Wyatt is angry… not Raze.

He surges up from the chair, tucking himself back in and zipping up his jeans. Grabbing me by the arm, he steers me toward the office door. With both of our backs to the camera, he says, “Sale is tomorrow. I’ll be by your apartment later to discuss it. Now get back to work.”

He gives me a little push out of the door and then it’s closing in my face. I stare at the scarred wood and faded brass plate that says “Office,” my eyes misting with emotional tears. I blink hard, push them back, and square my shoulders.

Fuck, that didn’t go well at all.

Turning around, I run smack into Lance coming out of the security office. Just as Wyatt predicted, he was in there watching.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he reaches out and rubs a thumb over my bottom lip. “I think you’ll do just fine.”

I give him a tremulous smile. “Thank you, and again… I’m sorry about earlier.”

“No worries, baby. Now get back out there. I believe you’re on stage in about fifteen minutes.”

My stomach pitches at the thought of doing yet another dance, but then a surge of relief washes through me. Wyatt said the sale is set for tomorrow night. We’re on the verge of making this happen. One thing is for sure, tomorrow night… it will all be over.





Chapter 9





Wyatt





After pushing the door closed on Andrea, I walk back over to the chair I had just vacated and plop back down in it. Rubbing my hands vigorously over my face, I take a deep breath and let it out in slow frustration.

Damn… that fucking felt amazing.

Best. Head. Ever.

And yet it was so very wrong to go there.

I should have stopped her. I should have had the strength to pull her off me. Should have done something to prevent her from wrapping those beautiful lips around my dick.

Yet, I didn’t do a damn thing except thrust my hips up to hit her mouth harder, and I’m pretty sure I did a hell of a lot of groaning.

What in the hell was Andrea thinking? We were doing an adequate job of faking it. I knew the camera angle, fuzzy resolution, and positioning of Andrea’s body wouldn’t give Lance a clear-cut picture. I knew he’d be watching a grainy image of her bobbing her head up and down over my lap, and I was pretty sure that he couldn’t clearly see facial expressions or read my lips. Still… I was cautious about it, choosing instead to kiss the fuck out of Andrea first before moving my lips closer to her ear to communicate.

Don’t regret that kiss a damn bit. It was wrong as well, but it’s easier to justify a kiss and I couldn’t fucking help myself. I’ve been fantasizing about kissing every inch of her body since that first time she danced, and I wasn’t about to let an opportunity to have her lips pass by.

I’m still pissed at her though.

I’m pissed because she took away my control.

Yeah… the minute her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I was done. I knew there was no way I was going to stop her. I wanted it too much… I was too weak… fucking consequences be damned.