Page 56 of One Week Wingman

“Condom?” I ask breathlessly.

Seb exhales in a rush. “Yes.”

He retrieves one from his bag, and then is back with me, laying me down, kissing my neck and breasts until I’m gasping. I peel off his trousers and briefs, feeling a clutch of lust when I finally reveal his cock, thick and straining. I run my thumb over the damp tip, squeezing the girth of him.

Seb lets out a strangled noise. “Roxy…”

I love the way my name sounds on his lips, so desperate and ready. I roll the condom on him, and then Seb is settling between my legs again. This time, he’s rougher, in all the right ways. His grip on my hips, the animal look in his eyes, the weight of his body pressing me into the sheets.

The way he thrusts into me, all the way to the hilt.

“Fuuuck.”

I don’t know who says it, we’re both groaning aloud with the sensation. He’s thick and full inside me, that perfect stretch. I arch up, savoring every moment.

“Roxy…” Seb gasps, his expression labored above me.

“I know.” I whimper, flexing around him. “God, it’s so good.”

And then he starts to move, and I find out what ‘good’ is really all about. The hot friction, the slide of our damp bodies, I can’t get enough. I meet him, stroke for stroke, until we’re both panting and out of our minds. He rolls us, bringing me down on his cock from a whole new angle, and I toss my head back in the darkness, rocking my hips, riding him hard.

“God, Roxy, just like that.” Seb’s voice is strangled, and I bounce faster. His hands reach up to cover my breasts, pinching and teasing, and the sensation is too much. I climax again, crying out as the pleasure shatters through me. Sebastian groans, rising up, thrusting up into me faster as I come apart until he explodes too with an animal roar.

Holy shit!

We collapse together in a haze of endorphins and sweat. I’m utterly spent, but a little voice in my mind can’t help from noticing… That if this is what crossing the line with Seb is like…

I don’t ever want to go back.

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ROXY

I waketo the sound of the shower running, and sunlight falling through the huge windows.

Mmmm… I stretch, my body tight with a delicious ache from last night.

God.Last night.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I remember Seb holding me down against the mattress, kissing me in places I’m not sure I’ve ever been kissed before. And the mind-blowing orgasm…

And the one after that, too.

The shower shuts off, and I sit up, suddenly nervous. What are the rules for the morning after incredible sex with your pretend boyfriend? I’m just pulling the sheet up to cover my naked body when the bathroom door opens and Seb strolls in, wet from the shower.

Hello.

“Morning.” He grins as he rubs his hair with a towel, another towel wrapped around his waist.

My mouth goes dry as I watch a water droplet run from his shoulder down his chest. The chest I bit and licked last night. The chest I really wouldn’t mind getting to—

“Sleep well?” he asks, interrupting my lascivious thoughts.

“Yup!” I blurt, flushing. “You?”

“I did.” He stretches, yawning. “I must have been particularly tired.” Seb grins. “Can’t think why.”

He strolls towards the bed—towards me—and I’m still looking at the towel. It would be so easy to just tug it free and—

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