Page 104 of One Week Wingman

“Greedy, are we?”

“Yes. For you.”

He moves close enough for me to touch him, massaging his stiff cock through his briefs. Sebastian groans, and the sound sends a thrill through me. I peel them down and lean in to lick from his thick root all the way to the damp tip.

“Roxy.”

It sounds like a plea—or a promise. I lick him again, then close my lips around him and suck, but it only takes a few moments of my tongue’s attention before Sebastian pulls me away, wild-eyed.

“Need to feel you,” he says, breathless, and God, I know how that feels.

He tips me back into the cushions, and I slide my hands up his body, my fingers brushing over his abs.

God. His body. I push myself up on my elbows so I can kiss his collarbones, his shoulders, the tops of his arms as he quickly strips off my sweater and peels my jeans down. His hand slides between my thighs, skin on skin, and we both groan as he dips a finger inside my wetness.

“Fuck,” I gasp, as he flexes and rubs, working my tight bud until I’m panting. But as the crest builds, I roll away. I need him deeper to satisfy this ache.

Inside me.

“Condom. Now.”

“You really are bossy,” Sebastian’s fevered expression breaks into a grin. “Told you so.”

“Told me what?” I wriggle impatiently beneath him as he retrieves a condom from his wallet and rolls it on.

“That you’re a dominatrix type,” he says, and I laugh, remembering that conversation, the first night he arrived in Ashford Falls.

I had no idea what was coming.

In every sense of the word.

“Is that what you’re into then?” I quip against his neck. I’ve missed his neck.

“I’m intoyou.” He bites gently at my collarbone. “Whips, chains, bring whatever damn accessories you like, as long as you’re naked and willing for me.”

“How much more willing do you need me to be?” I tease, laying back and parting my thighs wider. Inviting him in.

Sebastian’s eyes flash with lust. We both moan as he rolls back on top of me, positioning himself.

He sinks into me slowly, and fuck, I relish every inch.

I slide my legs up and hook my ankles around his hips, drawing him deeper as he starts to slowly thrust. I move with him, loving the slide of it, the perfect friction that’s never been so good.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” Seb lifts his head to look me in the eye as he sinks into me again.

I moan. “It’s you.Us.” I arch up, pressing closer. Sebastian dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth as we move together, that tension coiling tighter, higher. I hold on tight, trying to convey how much I want him. How much I’ve missed him. How I don’t plan to give him up again. And as the pleasure breaks through me, I know that I’m right where I belong.

This has never felt fake. It’s always been real.

26

ROXY

A few months later…

If the vineyardlooked beautiful in autumn, with the vines ripe and ready for harvest, it’s even more picture-perfect in winter. They just had a sprinkling of snow in Connecticut, and the place looks absolutely magical: Holiday lights trimming every building, an enormous tree out in front of the main lodge, all tasteful white lights and red and silver baubles, and green wreaths and swag all over the place. There’s even a lit-up sleigh pulled by eight model reindeer perched on the roof of the new processing building, pointing Santa towards a fine glass of wine.

“Is this your doing?” I ask Sebastian, surprised, when I step out of my car and take it all in. “I knew you wanted to go big with the holidays, but…”

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