Runaway Vegas Bride
he’d unbuttoned her blouse.
    He took the tip of his nose and skimmed it along the line of her bra as it rose and fell over her breasts, nudging it aside here and there. Then he started playing with her skin with his tongue, his warm breath heating her nipples as he got closer and closer to them.
    She gasped, ran a hand into his hair and grabbed on, trying to pull him away, but in the end, not having the will.
    He nibbled on her collarbone, on the side of her neck. She just melted when he did that to her neck and was starting to rethink the whole sex-in-the-office thing.
    Who would ever really know? Jane could be quiet. At least, she always had been, before Wyatt. She didn’t think Wyatt would be particularly quiet, though, and honestly, she wasn’t sure she could be.
    She was whimpering already.
    “Can you be quiet?” she asked him. “Really quiet?”
    He jerked back, just enough to stare down at her, as if he couldn’t believe she had just said that. “No, but I can throw you over my shoulder and haul you out of here. I live right down the street. We can be in my bed in ten minutes flat.”
    She got a little scared then.
    He laughed. “Didn’t think so.”
    Oh, she’d ruined it! “I’m sorry.”
    “I’m not. I don’t think you’re quite ready for this, Jane. And I can wait.”
    “Really?”
    “Well, I don’t want to, but I’m capable of it. I’m actually looking forward to talking you into it.”
    “Talking?” she asked, not feeling so bad after all.
    He grinned. “Whatever it takes.”
     
    He nearly had her blouse off by the time Lucy got back, because Jane did feel safe, she was truly enjoying herself and they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other and honestly, why should they?
    Lucy just waltzed right in, saying, “I got antibiotic cream and…Oh, sorry. I—”
    Jane gave a little yelp, face flaming. She really had forgotten, there at the end, exactly where they were.
    “It’s okay, Lucy,” Wyatt said, sitting up and keeping his broad back to her.
    Jane couldn’t see her, and she figured that meant Lucy couldn’t see Jane as she buttoned up her blouse, wondering just how many times Lucy had walked in on a scene like this between her boss and some woman.
    No, she wasn’t going to think like that. She would just think about Wyatt and that wonderful mouth of his, those talented hands, the way he smelled, the wicked things he made her want to do.
    “I’ll just leave this stuff right here and leave you two alone,” Lucy said, then whispered to Wyatt. “You know, your door has a lock on it.”
    “Sorry, Luce.”
    But he didn’t look sorry. He looked like a man who was very happy with himself. Of course, why wouldn’t he be?
    “I bet you get every woman you want,” Jane said, not upset, not mad, just…marveling that she could ever actually think about getting involved with a man like him. Even if it was nothing but sex. Great sex.
    Surely a woman was allowed to have one highly satisfying, purely sexual relationship in her life. She’d decided Wyatt would be hers.
    “You really want to talk about me and other women, Jane?”
    “No, actually, I don’t.”
    He nodded. “Good. I’d rather talk about you and me. Have dinner with me tomorrow night. I’ve been dying to see you in something other than one of those little power suits.”
    “You don’t like my suits?”
    “I do. I think they’re adorable, which I know isn’t the image you’re going for. But I can’t help it. You’re just so cute.”
    “You’re sounding less desirable to me with every word that comes out of your mouth,” she warned.
    “Because I like the way you dress?”
    “Because I am not cute. Kittens are cute. Puppies are cute. Little girls are cute—”
    “So I guess you wouldn’t consider dressing up as a Catholic schoolgirl for me? Or maybe in a cheerleader outfit?”
    Her mouth fell open, and she was just about to get really mad when he burst out laughing at her.
    “You rat!”
    “I

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