Page 52 of One Week Wingman

Fuck.

It’s explosive. She’s sweet and hot, her mouth like ripe cherries and her body… God, her body could make a grown man weep. “Roxy,” I groan, tearing away from her lips—but only to taste the arch of her neck, the curve of her collarbone.

“God, Seb,” she moans, clutching onto me. We stumble back against the wall, devouring each other. Her mouth is pliant and hungry, all at one, and she’s greedily grabbing at my shirt, her hands already smoothing up under the fabric, hot on my bare skin.

Christ, she’s heaven.

I run a finger down the low-cut V-neck between her breasts and she moans again, pressing eagerly against my hand so I have no choice but to cup her breasts, palm them, seeking out the stiff bud of her nipples and rolling it between my fingers until Roxy makes a sexy whimpering noise and attacks my mouth. Her tongue slides into my mouth, like she can’t get enough of me, and God, I know the feeling. I yank her closer, pulling her dress higher up her thighs, needing to feel every inch of her.

Damn, I want her. Here.

Now.

Roxy arches against me, gasping, making it clear just how much she wants this too. I lick into her mouth, trying to take in all the sensations at once: The taste of her mouth, her hands on my back, the tilt of her hips pressing against my hard-on, almost riding me right here.

Fuck, what would she look like when she comes?

I have to know.

I reach between us, lightly stroking over the fabric of her dress. Right away she whimpers, bucking against my hand.Fuck. “Tell me you want this,” I demand, licking over her neck.

She shudders against me. “God, Sebastian…”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

I pull back, half to check she really means it, and half to see the liquid desire in her eyes all over again.

She stares back at me, flushed and impossibly beautiful. “Seb, if you don’t make me come right now I’m going to drown you in one of these barrels.”

I laugh and kiss her again, yanking up her dress to trace the lacy seam of her panties. Roxy gasps and flinches in my arms, but she’s already arching against me. Impatient and eager, and so goddamn sexy, I nearly lose my mind.

I rub harder, and she moans, the needy sound echoing in the dim cellar.

“Shh,” I tease her, finding her tight bud and circling faster. “Don’t let anyone hear.”

Her head falls forward, onto my shoulder, and I swear she bites down through my shirt. I groan. Seeing her come undone like this is the ultimate fantasy, feeling her body tense and gasp in my arms.

I slip her panties aside and sink two fingers inside her core.

“Fuuuck.” Roxy voices the only thought in my mind. She’s so wet, I nearly fall to my knees to taste her. But she’s gripping my wrist now, pinning me in place. “Oh God, Seb, just like that. Don’t stop!”

I flex my fingers again, angling my hand to keep up the pressure on her clit.Stop? A pack of rabid wolves couldn’t drag me away from this incredible woman, and her sexy gasps, and the way her whole body is tensing, pressed against me, until suddenly, she breaks apart in a wild shudder around me, her cry of pleasure muffled against my neck.

Jesus.

I hold her, heart pounding, as Roxy trembles in my arms. Finally, she lifts her head, eyes glazed with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whispers, cheeks flushed, her hair all mussed. “That was… Incredible.”

My chest swells with pride. I make it a rule to always leave a woman satisfied. But it’s never felt like this before.

Electric.

But before I can say anything, a door slams somewhere nearby. Too near. Then there are footsteps on the cellar stairs. “Sebastian?” Natalia’s voice comes.

Shit.

Roxy yelps. I quickly smooth down her dress and move away. I manage to make it across the small room, so that when Natalia appears in the doorway, I’m browsing a bottle of wine like nothing’s happened.

“Ah, here you are.” Natalia says, smiling. “I’m sorry, my father has to deal with some business. Maybe you can pick this up tomorrow?”

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