Free Bad by Nicola Marsh

in them? Did he want more?
    Nothing he'd said had indicated as much. Two weeks, casual dating, had been his stipulation. But Wyatt was a thinker. What if he'd been thinking too much about them?
    She slipped the card from the envelope and stared at the embossed words.
    CONGRATS ON NAILING THE COMPETITION.
    NOW STOP THINKING, TAKE TIME TO SMELL THE ORCHIDS, RELAX AND LET'S TAKE THE NEXT STEP.
    Her breath caught. The next step? Oh no, as she suspected, Wyatt wanted more than she was willing to give.
    The card slipped from her fingers and as she grabbed it, it flipped over. Revealing more words. That made her laugh out loud in relief.
    AND THAT NEXT STEP IS NAILING YOU.
    She laughed so hard her abdominals twanged. The card was so Wyatt. Serious tinged with humor. Thoughtful, yet blunt.
    And she wanted him more than ever.
    A knock sounded at the door and she yelled, "Come in."
    Expecting Chantal or Miranda, she slipped the card back into the envelope and tucked it into the base of the plant, glancing up when she heard the door close and the lock flick.
    "So did you?" Wyatt propped against the door, a quintessential hipster in tight denim, white T and caramel suede bomber jacket. "Nail the comp?"
    "I did." She couldn't keep the smug grin off her face.
    "Then I guess it's time to nail you." He advanced toward her, the determination in his greedy stare as he devoured her from top to bottom making her chest tighten.
    "Here?" It came out a squeak.
    "I can't wait any longer," he said, his hands spanning her waist. "Staying away from you these last two days have killed me and I'm done taking cold showers."
    Turned on by this new take-charge Wyatt, she tossed her hair back. "What happened to this being all about me? About making me wait?"
    "Fuck that." He hoisted her onto the desk. "I'm just as guilty as you of over-analyzing, so let's change the plan." He stepped between her legs. "Starting now."
    Before she could answer his mouth covered hers, hard and demanding. No more gentle coaxing. No teasing. Wyatt kissed her with the pent-up frustration of a guy who wanted her. Here and now.
    Their tongues tangled as he nudged her knees apart. He grabbed her butt and dragged it to the edge of the desk. Pressed her clit against his hardness.
    She moaned as he ground against her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, mimicking what she wanted him to do to her.
    He tore his mouth from hers, his eyes wild as he unzipped her workout sweatshirt, almost tearing it in his haste to get it off her.
    She shrugged out of it, tossed it aside, her pulse skyrocketing as his mouth fixed on a nipple through the cotton of her sports bra. He bit gently and she arched toward him, wanting him to feast on her.
    As she made incoherent sounds, he lifted his head, staring at her in wonder, as if he couldn't believe his luck.
    She knew the feeling.
    His fingers snagged the bra straps. Dragged them down. Inch by torturous inch. Until her breasts spilled out.
    "Fuck me," he murmured, cupping them in his hands. "Beautiful pink…" His thumbs skimmed her nipples repeatedly until she squirmed.
    When his mouth enclosed one and laved it, she almost shot off the desk. He suckled, hard, sending shards of sensation shooting straight to her clit. Making her yearn in a way she'd never dreamed possible.
    "Wyatt, please…" She strained against him, needing him inside her. Now.
    "Soon," he said, transferring his attentions to her other nipple while his hand insinuated its way between their bodies.
    He pressed his thumb against her clit and she undulated a little, craving relief.
    "Oh God, yes," she said, a second before a pounding at the door made them jump.
    "Hey sweetie, open up. Tell me what happened at the comp."
    Ashlin grimaced and mouthed, "Miranda," as she contemplated ignoring her friend so she could be fucked on her desk.
    But as Wyatt looked at her with a raised eyebrow, Ashlin knew the opportunity had passed.
    She’d been lost in the moment, mindless with wanting Wyatt, but