Page 89 of The Wingman

I nod and suck in a deep breath. “You do it.” Deep in my brain, the rational part of me is wide-eyed and panicking, wondering why I’m playing with matches and kerosene like this, but I ignore her. “Maybe you could use it on me,” I clarify.

I also don’t think he’s breathing. “Are you sure?”

I nod. I want this. An ache builds behind my clit, and my panties are damp. And he smells so good and he’s so hot and handsome and kind and perfect and Iwant him. I just want him. It’s as simple as that.

I want Hayden to make me feel like the guy in the video made his partner feel.

Holding his eyes, I unbutton my jeans and slide them off.

“Fuck,” he mutters, raking his fingers through his hair, messing it up.

His eyes go dark and drugged as his gaze slides over my legs and panties. Need shivers through me. It’s that glazed, aroused look in his eyes that pushes me to pull my top off, and now I’m sitting on my bed in just my panties and bra while Hayden’s lips part like I’m the hottest woman on the planet.

It’s a powerful feeling, rendering Hayden Owens speechless.

“You should take your shirt and pants off, too,” I whisper. “I’d feel more comfortable that way.”

The side of his mouth hooks and he nods before he yanks his t-shirt over his head. I watch every muscle on his torso jump and dance with the movement, and when he undoes his belt with strong hands, another rush of arousal courses through me.

“We can stop at any time,” he says, pulling his pants off.

My eyes go to the thick length distorting the front of his boxers. I can imagine the way it would feel under my palm, firm and pulsing. “I know.”

“And there’s no pressure to come.”

I nod again, holding back a snort. From how wet my panties are and the heat coiling low in my stomach, I’m more concerned about coming the second he touches me with the toy.

He sweeps his gaze over me—lying back against the pillows, hair a mess, I’m sure—before he takes a deep breath.

“So serious,” I whisper.

He huffs, a quick grin breaking across his handsome features.

It seems to spark back a bit of the Hayden I know, the teasing, friendly, fun-loving guy.

“I’m going to slip this in your panties,” he says, holding my gaze and bringing the toy closer to me, and my knees fall farther apart.

I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe this is real. He hooks a finger beneath the leg of my panties and slips the toy against me, and I instinctively arch as sensation rockets through me.

CHAPTER 41

DARCY

Hayden pauseswith the toy barely touching my clit, the focus of all my awareness. “Talk to me, Darce.”

“Good,” I manage, abs and thighs tensing. My clit aches with lust. I think my toes are curling. “It’s good. I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan.

He pushes the other end of the U inside me, and my eyes close, my lips part, and I clutch the duvet as the pressure and stretch of the toy send heat rushing through me. Sparks gather low in my abdomen. The toy isn’t even on, and my release is on the horizon.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers with reverence, staring between my legs, his jaw tensing. I’m mostly covered by my panties, but there’s a damp spot on the fabric, and his broad chest rises and falls fast as he studies it. His eyes flick to mine, and I feel another pulse of heat. “How does it feel?”

“Tight.”

A desperate, pained groan slips out of him, and his eyes close for a brief moment. “I’m going to turn the suction on.”

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