Page 70 of The Wingman

“Fine,” I gasp, catching my breath. “It’s a sex toy.”

Her hands fall to her sides. “What?”

I press my mouth into a firm line. “You, uh, said you get overwhelmed when you do research and didn’t want to go into a store, so I asked a bunch of my friends, and they said this is the best one.” My eyes dart to hers. “For G-spot orgasms.”

Why did I say that last part?

“Oh.” Is she blushing? She looks like she’s blushing. “Thank you.” She sounds dazed as she stares at the box.

“You don’t have to use it,” I rush out, reaching for the box. “It’s inappropriate.”

“No.” She puts her hand out, and I jerk mine back so I don’t accidentally touch her. “It’s not inappropriate. You’re my wingman.” She glances between me and the box. “You’re just looking out for me.”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Right.” She nods back and does that distracting lip-biting thing again. “It’s not weird. I can’t wait to use it and have all those great G-spot orgasms,” she adds, starting to laugh.

I groan, closing my eyes, and she chuckles more. Fucking hell, can I picture it. Her lying on her bed, moaning and working the toy between her legs, inching closer and closer to her release while I lie in my bed on the other side of the wall.

“Yeah, well,” I pick the box up and hand it to her. “Here you go. Have fun.”

“Thanks.” She rubs a hand over her red face before accepting it. “I’m going to bed.” Her eyes widen. “Not to, like, use it or something. It’s just been a long day with the hair and all.”

I give her a tight nod, putting on a smile. “Alright. Good night.”

“Good night.”

In my room, I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling.

Owens, what are you doing?I drag a sobering breath in, listening to her bedroom door closing and her light footsteps as she gets into her bed.What the actual fuck are you doing?

CHAPTER 32

DARCY

“Your hair!”Pippa lights up when I take my seat before the game the next evening. She grins ear to ear with wide eyes, wearing a Storm jersey, and I feel my face go pink.

“Do you like it?” I reach up to touch a pale-lavender lock, the intended color. Layla, the hairstylist, fixed my hair while I worked from home this morning, and she used a blow dry balm that smells incredible and makes my hair super soft.

Pippa nods with enthusiasm. “Loveit. It’s so you.”

My heart squeezes with happiness. “I love it, too.” I grin at Hazel, who’s on the other side of her, wearing her own Storm jersey. “Hey, Hazel.”

“Hello, gorgeous.” She winks. “The purple is very you. Looks great with your eye color.”

“Thanks, you two.”

Fuck Kit for telling me it wouldn’t look good. I lookamazingwith purple hair.

“And you got a jersey!” Pippa adds, beaming.

My blush deepens as I nod. “Yep. Hayden got it for me.”

“Did he?” Hazel smiles like she knows something I don’t. “That’s nice of him.”

My shoulders lift in a shrug. “Yep. That’s just him, though, always buying gifts for people.”

Like the sex toy he bought me that I’ve been thinking about all day.

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