Page 83 of Mr. February

“Fuck, yes. When do we start? What do I need to do? Why didn’t I think of that myself? How did I get so lucky?” Wade muttered the last question to himself, and Jenny warmed.

She giggled as she untangled herself from his arms and climbed off the couch.

“Let me grab them from my room. Or,” she paused when a new thought hit her, “you could, um, come with me.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before Wade leapt up from the couch.

“To your bedroom and your bed, you mean?” he asked, his voice deeper.

“Yes,” she answered shyly.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

His fingers tangled with hers. Jenny giggled again as she led him to her room. It was a hotel room rather than her private bedroom in her own apartment, but it still felt significant to her. Apparently, she wasn’t alone in that since he paused in the doorway to take it all in.

She liked her space to be tidy, and her hotel room reflected that. Before she left for the day, she hid her toys wrapped in a T-shirt in the bedside table. The hotel staff had surely seen more risqué things, but it didn’t make her feel any less embarrassed at the possibility of running into one of them face-to-face.

After she gathered both vibrators from their not-very-secret-hiding-spot, she turned to Wade with a look of disappointment.

“I didn’t think this through, and I didn’t bring any lube with me.”

“You’re not going to believe this, but I have some,” he said with a bashful expression of his own.

“Really?”

He snorted. “Kyle hid condoms and lube in my bag.”

“In case you got lucky at the conference?”

“Sort of. In case I finally worked up the courage to ask you out.”

“What?” Jenny must have misheard.

“He knows I’ve had a thing for you for months, and he’s been giving me a hard time about it because I wouldn’t make a move. In between telling me not to scare you away by coming on too strong, he mentioned he hid stuff in my bag. He hoped something would happen, and he wanted me to be prepared if it did.”

With each new reveal, Jenny was more flabbergasted than before, and then she laughed.

“Well, it seems both of our best friends are determined we end up together and have lots of sex. We can’t let them down, can we? Grab your lube. I’ll be waiting.”

“Go ahead and warm up for me, baby. I’ll be right back.”

Wade disappeared through the door, and Jenny giggled to herself as she fell back on her bed. Never in a million years would she have expected this outcome from being assigned to a last-minute work trip, but she couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

Chapter 25: The Best Valentine’s Day I’ve Ever Had

JENNY

Jenny snuggled into Wade, already half asleep. She could hardly believe the last few hours were real, but she had a slight tenderness between her legs to prove it. In her whole life, she’d never known sex could be like this - fulfilling but also fun.

And Wade wasn’t only interested in his own release. Oh, no, he made sure she came several times for each of his orgasms. He was better than any book boyfriend because she heard his deep breathing and felt the rise and fall of his chest and knew he was real.

Not only was he unselfish, but he also said his arousal depended on her feeling good, too. It was the wildest thing she’d ever experienced. She always thought after-care was something in books after particularly raunchy sex. When he helped clean her up after sex, she was embarrassed and confused until she realized it was another sign of his caring nature.

Her last thought before she fell back asleep was hoping she could keep this going when they returned to the real world. But even if it only lasted the duration of their trip, it was still the best relationship she’d ever had.

The next time she woke up, the other side of the bed was cool to the touch. Before she even had time for disappointment to crash through her, Wade popped his head around the door. A huge smile broke over his face when he saw her.

“Hey, gorgeous. Great. You’re awake.” He frowned. “Or did I wake you? Damn it. I didn’t mean to, but I have coffee.”

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