"You want to help me clean up?" His smile was slow but warm.
“Yup.”
He handed her a bar cloth. “You can wipe down the tables,” he told her. He leaned forward. “I won't tell the labor board.”
She grinned, taking the bar cloth. Her stomach was quickly turning into excited knots, and her feet danced without her meaning to. She sang along to the mus
ic still pumping through the speakers, full to bursting with excitement.
She was going to have a wonderful rest of the night.
Music throbbed through the speakers as guests slowly filtered out of the bar leaving Wyatt and Cassie alone. It seemed that once the bride left, everyone else decided to leave as well.
And that was just fine with Cassie.
She wiped at a table, her eyes on Wyatt. He was putting bottles of liquor back up on shelves. He stretched up to reach the top shelves, his long limbs showing muscle. His shirt rode up giving her a hint of tanned skin on his lower back.
Cassie's entire body heated. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Her table was clean. The bar was empty.
She looked over at Wyatt, all lean lines and sexy angles. His shoulders were broad, and she could see the hint of muscle definition under his shirt. Just looking at him filled her mind with impure and delicious thoughts as he came around to wipe the bar off.
She was here to have a good time. She was here to be herself and let herself have a little bit of freedom. She was here to have what she wanted.
And right now, she wanted Wyatt.
She'd been waiting for this since they'd left the beach. She wasn't waiting any longer.
She took a deep breath and crossed the room. Her hand hesitated for a half second as she reached to put it on the back of his neck, but she didn't stop. Her stomach twisted with nerves, but she gently pulled him down to her as she went up on her toes to kiss him.
She pulled back after a short kiss, her stomach in knots. Was she doing this right?
“Too forward?” she asked, keeping her eyes closed.
She felt him smile, his lips close to hers but no longer touching. “No. It's perfect.”
And then he kissed her back. One hand tangled in her hair while the other went to her hip, pulling her into him. She relaxed into him, focusing on the kiss.
His lips were soft, but the stubble of his beard scratched at her lips and cheeks. She didn't care though. His tongue swept across her as she shivered with a sudden wave of hot desire. Again, he smiled as he kissed her, pleased with her reaction.
Corporate Rule Number Eleven: Work areas are not to be used for private business. They shouldn't be here. They shouldn't be doing this.
But she didn't want to stop. For once in her life, she didn't want to follow the rules. She wanted to just live her life the way she wanted. She wanted to be happy and not worry about rules and regulations.
She wanted to live her life the way that made her happy.
“Let's go to your room,” Wyatt whispered. “This place is clean enough.”
She knew it wasn't, but she didn't care. She thought about just continuing here and using one of the tables, but there were probably cameras and there was the possibility of someone walking in. Besides, a bar table wasn't exactly the best place for after-sex cuddling.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bar. They giggled and laughed as they sprinted through the gardens and past the pools. She couldn't get him upstairs fast enough...
Chapter Eleven
Cassie
Wyatt pinned her in the elevator and kissed her hard enough to make her dizzy with lust. The bell dinged her floor and they staggered out into the empty hallway. He kissed her as they stumbled down the hallway to her room and it was pure skill that she opened her hotel room door without needing to look.