Page 86 of One Week Wingman

“For this. For everything,” I draw back to look at him. “You’ve been incredible this week.”

“It’s been my pleasure.” Sebastian looks down at me, his eyes dark in the moonlight. He kisses me softly, and I just about melt.

Melt, and burn, because the instant our lips touch, something ignites inside me. And clearly, Seb feels the same spark, because he draws back, and takes my hand. “Come on,” he says, with a devilish grin. “I think we should finish that cellar tour we started the other day.”

“That’s not all we started,” I say, breathlessly remembering his hands on me in the dim light.

Taking my hand, Seb tugs me across the dance floor, and down the hallway to the cellar stairs. He’s moving so fast, I giggle, trying to keep up in my heels. “Seb!” I protest. “Slow down!”

“I can do slow.”

In the dusty cellar, Seb pulls me around a shelf of bottles and pushes me up against the wall. “I can do all kinds of things slowly,” he promises, dipping his mouth to my bare shoulders and kissing a blazing trail along my skin.

I gasp, letting my head fall back, in bliss with his mouth on me, and his hands sliding over my hips, and his body…

Hard. Nudging. Promising more.

“Why Mr. Bond,” I tease. “Is that a gun in your pocket or—”

Sebastian laughs. “You’re never going to pull off that line. And it’s actually my phone.”

He takes it out and tosses it on the shelf before leaning into me again.

“No, you’re still armed and deadly…” I smirk, running my hands up the front of his white shirt and enjoying the hardness of his chest, the warmth of his skin even through the fabric. Sebastian cuts off my teasing with a hard, hot kiss, and then, God, we’re grabbing at each other like we can’t get enough. He curves his hard around my ass and lifts, and I wrap my legs around his waist, giving thanks I picked a dress with a slit up the side. Sebastian slams me against the wall, hard where I need him the most, and I moan at the pressure, even through our clothing.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groans, bending his head to lick over the swell of my breasts. “What you do to me…”

I grind back, wanton, kissing him breathlessly as I reach between us to undo his belt.

Sebastian groans against me. “Here?” he gasps, meeting my eyes in the dim lamplight.

“Here,” I insist, feeling so hot, I could burn the place down. I reach inside his pants and stroke him, and Sebastian’s groan turns ragged.

“Fuck. Turn around.”

He sets me on my feet again, spinning me so I have my palms against the uneven stone wall. I can’t believe this is happening, it’s rough and dirty, and so, so sexy. Sebastian hikes up my skirt, and then his hand is between my thighs, dipping into my panties, stroking so expertly that I whimper, sinking back into his arms.

“Oh God,” I bite my lip, trying not to make a sound as he circles my clit and sinks two fingers inside me. “Sebastian…”

“That’s right, darling,” his voice is thick in my ear, his hand moving now in the perfect rhythm. Over and over, not letting up. “Get nice and wet for me, let’s feel those legs shake.”

Shake? They just about give way when my orgasm sweeps through me, hot and sweet. I swallow back a cry, as Sebastian unzips, and I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper before he angles my hips, and then thrusts inside me while I’m still clenching in pleasure.

“Fuck,” his head falls forward, onto my shoulder, as he pumps into me again. I thrust back to meet him, still gasping, meeting him stroke for stroke as he pistons inside me, driving high and deep and so, so good. I’m crushed up against the cellar wall, my dress hiked around my waist, going out of my mind at his thick thrusts.

“Oh God,” I whimper again, as another climax starts to build. Seb’s fingers are still curled around me, rubbing just right as his cock slides deep. “I’m going to…”

He thrusts again, and it shatters me, his free hand muffling my cry of pleasure as he pumps again, once, twice, and then buries himself inside me with a ragged groan, shuddering his release.

Oh. My. God.

We stay like that for a moment, just gasping as my world tries to slot back on its axis again. Then Sebastian slowly eases out of me, smoothing my dress down, as I turn to face him and remember how to function as a human being again.

“You better not have been doingthisin high school,” he says with a disheveled grin.

I laugh, running a hand through his hair as he disposes of the condom and zips up his pant. “Absolutely not. Nowhere close. Except in my fantasies, and some very smutty romance books I was reading.”

Sebastian arches a brow. “Really?” he kisses me. “I’m going to want to know all about that collection. Maybe with some role-playing reenactment…”

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