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I leaned back just enough, letting his thumb slip slowly from my mouth with a soft, wet pop. “What are you doing tonight?”

He opened his mouth to reply, cut off right as I drew my tongue up the side of his thumb. His other hand tightened around my face again, keeping me in place before I could swallow it back into my mouth again. “Depends.”

“On?”

“On how devious you’re gonna be trying to sneak through my window.”

I laughed. “Who said I’m coming to you?”

His eyes darkened instantly. “I’ll come get you from the bunkhouse but you’re not gonna like my methods.”

A very clear, vivid memory of him throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of flour came to mind almost instantly. Not giving me a second to process what was happening before he was carrying me off like I was some unruly thing needed to be handled.

I’d admit, it was hot.

I wouldn’t put it past him to do something like that again just to keep me on my toes. If he decided I was taking too long or played too many games, I was sure he’d find a way to take matters into his own hands.

Quite literally.

However, even as worked up as he was now, I had a strong feeling he wasn’t about to go making a scene at the bunkhouse. It wouldn’t do either of us any good to be getting down and dirty while hoping no overheard us along the way.

The walls in that place weren’t paper-thin by any means, but there was someone always up wandering the halls at those ungodly hours in the middle of the night.

“So, I’ll meet you at your place, then?” I said, moving close enough to press my body into his.

Without a word, he let go of my face only to slide that same arm around my waist, his big hand gripping the curve of my ass, digging his fingers in tight before hauling me closer.

Holy fuck.

I could feel everything, especially the hard line of him through his pants. His body molded into mine, forcing a groan to tumble past my lips.

I wanted so badly to drop to my knees and pull him free, slide my tongue over the thick length of him and feel that heavy weight resting on my tongue. I wanted to taste him, have him fall apart while I had my mouth wrapped tight around him⁠—

Wilder ducked his head to the side, his lips finding the shell of my ear. “After dinner, come around to the back door on the side of the kitchen. I’ll let you in.”

His fingers flexed against my ass, squeezing tight to make damn sure I was paying attention.

Oh, I fucking was all right.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, boss.”

He gave me a quick swat before stepping back. “Go on, now. Before I actually lock you up inside this damn shed.”

Tempting.

Far too tempting.

Good things came to those who waited, though. A lesson Gage had taught me from a young age that never failed to roll back into my favor eventually. The gift of waiting would reward me in the end, I just needed to trust and be patient.

Ducking under his arm, I quickly hopped out of the storage shed and into the sunlight. Despite the cool air, my skin was flushed and hot. I jogged back toward the stables, not bothering to look over my shoulder to check to see if Wilder was watching me go.

I knew he would be.

Just like he always did.

CHAPTER 22

Wilder