Page 157 of The Wingman

“Do you trust me?”

She nods.

“We’ll go slow. It won’t hurt. I promise it’ll feel so good. Better than you can imagine. I’ll be so careful with you, Darce.”

“I know.” She blinks again, blows a slow breath out, and nods. “Okay.”

Her trust in me is intoxicating. I catch her mouth, nipping her bottom lip, kissing her, before I suck my finger and return to her tight pucker, gently pushing inside a millimeter at a time.

“Does that feel good?” I watch her expression like a hawk.

“Yes,” she gasps, blinking with wide eyes as I work my finger inside her, winding her higher. “Oh my god. Yes.”

Satisfaction courses through me. “What did I say?”

Her eyes close and her lips part, then she tenses around my finger, around my cock. “You said it would be good.”

“Tell me I’m right, honey.”

“You’re right.” Her eyes roll back. She’s starting to shake. “You’re so right. Oh,fuck. Hayden?”

I grit my molars as I drag a deep breath in through my nose. “Mmm?”

Her glazed eyes spark with mischief. “Fuck me.”

When she asks me that, inthatvoice, withthatcoy, loving expression, I can’t say no. My control is torched. I drag my cock out of her, push back in, and groan at the way her pussy gripsme, how her perfect asshole squeezes my finger. She’s breathing hard, wearing a sweet little agonized frown of pleasure as I stroke in and out, eyes on her the entire time.

Electricity arcs up the back of my legs. I’m too close. I shift our angle and pull her legs up to get deeper. Her eyes widen the moment my thrusts start rubbing her clit. On my shoulders, her nails dig into me, and her eyes get that faraway look that tells me she’s close.

“One more,” I beg. “Please, honey. Just one more. Come for me like a good girl.”

She nods and I’m overwhelmed with pride. We’re both breathing hard when she tightens around me like a fist. My vision blurs—I’ll never come back from this excruciating pleasure, and I don’t want to.

“Harder,” she manages, tense like a bow. “Go harder.”

“Good girl, Darcy.” Dominance grips me like a fist, and under me, she melts further. “Come around your best friend’s cock.”

Her lips clamp together and her eyes close as she squeezes my length so tight I can’t stand it anymore. Fire races through me. I drop my head to her shoulder, chanting her name. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I just shatter. It’s the orgasm that goes on and on, suspending us in time and space. The rest of the world disappears. Every thought, every heartbeat, every cell in my body exists for Darcy and Darcy alone.

We come down breathing hard against each other, and I press my lips to her temple, holding her tight. After we’ve cleaned up, I tuck her against my chest, where she belongs.

“I feel like I won something, with you,” I confide to her like a secret.

She hums, smiling, trailing her fingers over my flat stomach. “I feel the same way.”

CHAPTER 77

DARCY

I wakethe next morning with a spectacular view of Hayden sleeping, bare-chested, golden skin, and a soft, relaxed expression on his handsome face. He sleeps soundly, broad chest rising and falling and lips parted slightly. Through the giant bedroom windows, mountains soar out of the lake, and I’m filled with an overwhelming sense of peace. I’m careful not to wake him as I slip out of bed to make coffee in the hotel suite kitchen.

Everything is perfect—until I check my phone.

On the counter behind me, the hotel room’s espresso maker whirs and drips as I stare at my phone screen, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I’m just wearing one of Hayden’s t-shirts, my hair’s a mess, and I’m barefoot, but my relaxed sleepiness clears like I’ve been dowsed in ice water.

I have so many notifications, I don’t know where to start. My pulse skyrockets. A new group chat with Georgia, Hazel, Pippa, Jamie, Rory, Alexei. Hayden’s in it, too, but obviously hasn’t responded. Direct texts from Georgia, Hazel, Pippa, Alexei. Texts from my parents, a bunch of old coworkers, and the other analysts. Two missed calls from Georgia, one lastnight and one this morning. Another missed call from Alexei. A call from Ward.

We had our phones ondo not disturbfor the wedding, and when we got back to our room, checking them was the last thing on our minds.

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