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“My name’s not Wyatt, my name’s Mike.”
“Your name is Mike?”
“Yeah, Magic Mike.” He winked at me and started undoing his shirt.
“Magic Mike?” I grinned at him. “Are you going to dance for me, Wyatt Hamilton?”
“Well, I don’t know. Would you like me to?” He threw his shirt onto the ground.
I nodded eagerly. “Ahhh, yes, please!”
“Well, what’s the magic word?”
I giggled. “I said please, Magic Mike.”
“Nah, I don’t think I’ll go by Mike.” He ran his hands down his abs toward his belt buckle. I swallowed hard. “Why don’t you sit over there, young lady?” He pointed to a chair.
I walked over and sat down. Was Wyatt going to give me a striptease? This was absolutely crazy. “Uhm, what’s going on, Magic Mike?”
“I told you, I’m not Magic Mike.”
“Uhm, Magic Wyatt?”
“That’s my name.” He pulled off his belt and threw it to the ground, then grabbed my hand and placed it on the button of his jeans. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “What would you like me to do, Miss Sadie?”
“I thought we were going to the bar to have a drink and walk around the city before we got ready for tomorrow—”
“There’s plenty of time for that, Sadie.” He leaned down and blew into my ear. My whole body trembled. This was hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. There was no way I was going to stop Wyatt now.
Chapter Eighty-Four
Wyatt
Sadie’s blue eyes sparkled with laughter as she threw her head back. How wonderful it was that she was here with me. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been happier or more alive or more excited about the future. Everything was finally falling into place. As she reached into her handbag and pulled out a handful of dollar bills, a mischievous grin on her face, I realized that she was absolutely perfect. She was funny, she was gorgeous, she was my best friend. And no matter if we had ups or downs, we always ended up in the same place. We always supported each other. We always loved each other.
I pulled down my jeans. She gasped as I stood there in my briefs. I was hard, and I knew she could tell, but I wasn’t embarrassed. I wanted her to see what she did to me. I wanted her to know that I wanted her. I wanted her so badly, and there was nothing wrong with that. Just because we were best friends didn’t mean that our friendship couldn’t go to the next level. It didn’t mean that we couldn’t try for more.
I knew that it was a risk. If one or two kisses had complicated things, what would sex do? But I didn’t care. I needed her more than I needed oxygen. More than I needed water. She was life itself.
She giggled as I pulled her hand and lifted her off of the chair. “Wyatt Hamilton, what are you doing?”
“I want you to dance with me, Sadie.” I twirled her around. Giggling, she stumbled slightly. I caught her so she wouldn’t fall.
“I’m dizzy,” she said. “And I need some alcohol too if we’re going to do this.”
“If we’re going to do what?” I wondered if her mind was in the gutter, just like mine.
“I don’t know,” she bit her lip, “but I’d like some vodka and Sprite.”
“Vodka and Sprite coming up.” I hurried over to the bar where I opened a small bottle of vodka and checked the fridge to see if they had Sprite.
“Does 7-Up work?”
“Of course!” she said.
I poured it into one of the glasses I saw sitting on the table and handed it to her. She gulped it down.
“Oh my gosh, maybe I should have eaten something first.”
