“What are you doing?” she gritted out.His arm was braced around her back. He tightened it, pulling her closer. “Don't make a scene, love. They won't know where my dick is unless you tell them.” She tried to control her erratic breathing as the door swung open and two young men wheeled in two carts. Objectively, she supposed Wyatt was right. To the entire world, they looked like a couple cuddled on the couch, watching a movie and waiting for dinner. Only she and Wyatt knew that his cock was so deep inside of her she could practically feel it in her throat. The men nodded to Wyatt. “Sir.”“Thank you for being so quick,” Wyatt said warmly. But what did he care, she thought. He would get a high-five if they knew what he was doing right now. Men. His hand brushed her thigh, and she inhaled. He’d worked it beneath the blanket, while the other casually held the remote in plain view. Thankfully, the afghan was thick enough and large enough that the men wouldn't notice what was going on beneath it.
