Page 200 of So This Is War
“Wylie.” I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I was looking for you for a goddamn year with no name, no hope as to who you might be. I was working off a solid dick rubbing, sparring conversation, and life-altering kiss as my memory. I had a horrible private detective and some hotel camera footage, but I held out. Now that I’ve found you, there’s no fucking way I’m letting you go, even if that means I’m put through hell. I’m not leaving. You can guarantee that.”
That brings a smile to her face as she straddles my lap, stirring my cock awake. “Then maybe we figure out a way to talk to my dad.”
“We’re going at your pace, Wylie,” I say as she rocks over my hardening dick.
“My pace? Promise?”
I slowly nod as I feel her arousal against my length. “You’re in control, babe.”
“Well, if that’s the case . . .”
She slides down my body and swirls her tongue over my erection. Yup, she can be in charge all she wants.
“Levi!”Wylie screams from the kitchen where she’s toasting us bagels. “Levi, oh my God, Levi!”
Barely able to put on my briefs, I rush to the kitchen where Wylie stands in the middle of it, her hand covering her mouth and tears streaming down her face.
“Shit, what’s going on?” I ask as I rush up to her, panic racing through my chest.
She doesn’t say anything, she just cries, which is fucking terrifying, so I pick her up and place her on the counter so I can look her in the eyes.
“Baby, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”
She takes a deep breath and then points behind me. “My phone.”
I look over my shoulder at her phone that’s on the counter and quickly grab it.
I turn the screen to her, and she plugs in her password, then turns it back around to me.
It takes me a second for my eyes to focus on the email.
Dear Wylie,
Thank you so much for sending over these incredible drawings of me. To be honest, I was expecting another logo entry, but to my surprise, this was something incredibly different. I have to say, you are outstandingly talented. You captured my eroticism, the beauty in my job, and I’ve never felt sexier.
I spoke with my team, showed them the pictures, and we think your idea has a lot of merit. We’d love to talk to you about it in person. Think you can fly down to Los Angeles this week? I know it’s short notice, but we’d like to run some things by you.
Let me know and we’ll book you a flight. Look forward to hearing from you.
Yours truly,
Patty
I look up at her, my mouth agape.
“Holy fucking shit, Wylie.”
“I know.” Tears stream down her face. “Levi, this . . . this could be it.”
“Wylie, this is it. Holy shit!” I lift her off the counter and spin her around the kitchen while her legs wrap around my waist. “This is amazing.”
She cries into my shoulder, happy tears pouring out of her as I set her back on the counter. I wipe at her tears and when they’re clear, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls meinto a kiss, mauling my mouth and not giving me a second to adjust. It’s like a full-frontal attack as her fingers slip under the waistband of my briefs and push them down. With her mouth still making out with mine, she takes her shirt up and over her head, leaving us both naked.
She hops off the counter and turns around, looking over her shoulder. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Levi.”
Well, Jesus.
“Baby—”
