Wyatt
I managed to sneak out at four-ten, heading to my condo with just enough time to tidy up and shower. I dressed in yoga pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Easy access because I needed this as much as Sundance did, and I called down to the front desk to let them know he’d be arriving and was allowed to come up without calling me.
Which he did. At four forty-nine. I pulled open my door and found myself pushed up against my wall and kissed to the point of not caring about the bags of food Sundance had just dropped on the floor.
“Food or my d**k?”
“Your d**k,” I panted out. “Definitely your d**k. But put the food in the fridge.”
“Show me where.”
I led him into the kitchen where he set everything in the fridge, then wrapped an arm around me and kissed me gently. “Bedroom?”
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