Page 71 of Synced to Us

I bounce against his dick, holding onto him as the pleasure strikes, again and again and again. He’s relentless, holding himself back waiting for that clenching, soaked clue I’m as hot and bothered and sated as he is.

What Wyn doesn’t know is, that’s the very trinity that binds me to him.

My back molds against the wall when Wyn cups my ass, changing the angle for full access. Breathless, my grip nearly falls from his shoulders, so slackened with want and ecstasy that I’m surprised gravity’s kept me on this plane of the earth.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Yes, Wyn. More.”

Jaw clenched, muscles straining, Wyn meets my request ten-fold. When his balls tighten and he slows, instead sinking into me as far as he can, he locks his lips with mine, gifting me with the sound of his orgasm, and I swallow it whole.

* * *

“It all makes sense, why you wanted me to come up here,” I say, striding into the main room as bare as the moment Wyn set me down on the ground after we nearly dented the wall.

Despite my confident tone, my legs quake from exertion. It’s a struggle to keep myself upright, never mind coolly walk away from him.

“It’s hard to believe, but I really did need help with tie matching. I haven’t been to one of these things for…hell, a while.” The clank of the belt buckles indicates Wyn is slipping back into his pants. I do the same with my dress.

“Here. Let me help you.”

It’s like the air near my back electrifies, a current starting with him and increasing in energy the closer he steps. When his roughened fingertips hit the small of my back to clasp the zipper, I shiver.

Wyn’s thumb scrapes the delicate skin at the line of my spine, as if he senses my body’s capitulation to his touch.

“I…”

“I meant what I said,” he says near my ear, tendrils of hair tickling my temple with his breath. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“And ravished.” Somehow, I summon my sense of self and face him once he finishes pulling up my zipper. “How does my hair look?”

“Like you’ve just had the most epic fuck of your life.” He grins, tucking a strand behind my ear. “Your hair is always up. I like it like this. Wavy, messy, and down.”

I dip my chin and smile, unused to such directed sincerity. In an effort to hide the sudden blush, I find the hallway mirror and smooth my hair and dress.

Wyn uses that time to locate his shirt, tux jacket, and tie. He comes up behind me and flicks the buttons closed against his chest. I don’t move, instead meeting his eyes in the mirror as he loops the tie around his neck and expertly tightens an intricate knot at his collar.

My breaths shorten the longer I watch him—the longer I stay. His chest brushes against me every now and again, causing a zing in my belly each time.

We just had sex. I had a great orgasm. I shouldn’t be wanting to jump him so soon or be reacting to his presence like I’ve found my sixteen-year-old hormones again.

Wyn’s hands come down on my shoulders. He offers a wicked smile above my head, as if he’s fully aware what’s going on in my brain. “Any pointers on how to behave tonight?”

Try not to strip me bare and take me down in the center of the ballroom.

What an epic fantasy that would be.

“Just be yourself. Smile, converse, pretend like the person you’re talking to is the most interesting man in the world.”

“Should be easy to do.” The rumble of his voice vibrates through my body. “I’ll be a good boy. Promise.”

The reminder this is our last night isn’t lost on me, but I don’t let any of it show. “Thank you for doing this and putting up with whatever Dennis has planned tonight.”

“That weasely guy? Yeah, I’ve dealt with plenty like him in the music industry. I got your back.”

We move to the door and Wyn trails his hand down my arm. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, but I move out of his reach regardless. This isn’t real. He just likes the sex you have to offer.

“This, what happened between us just now, won’t complicate things, I assume,” I say.

Wyn’s strides falter. Just when I’m second-guessing what I said to cover up my growing feelings—is it not only about the sex with him?—his steps go smooth and he grabs the door, ushering me through. He says, “We had awesome sex, end of story. I’m not adding anything more to it.”

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