Page 49 of Press Play

“Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you need.”

“More,” she whimpers, arching into the pressure. “Theo, please...”

I bite back a groan, every part of me aching to touch her, to make her fall apart. I slip my hand beneath the edge of herpanties, my fingers grazing her slick skin, andfuck, she’s so wet for me.

I lean closer to her and press the toy directly against her clit, her bare skin buzzing with the sensation, and she cries out, her body trembling with need.

“Just like that,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear as my hand works the toy, building her higher and higher. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

I press the toy just a little harder, moving it in slow, deliberate circles, and she gasps, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her.

“Theo!” she moans, loud and broken, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

“That’s my girl.” I praise her.

I hold the toy against her as she rides out the waves of pleasure, her body shaking with the intensity of it. When she finally comes down, panting and trembling, I turn the toy off and set it aside, my heart still pounding in my chest.

I lean in, my lips brushing her forehead as I rest my hand on her thigh, grounding her. “Are you okay?” I ask softly, my thumb tracing slow circles on her skin.

She nods, her breath still ragged as she opens her eyes and looks at me. There’s something different in her gaze now, something raw and open, and it takes everything in me not to kiss her.

“Wren?” I whisper, afraid to break the moment.

“Hmm?”

“I really want to kiss you,” I whisper against her lips.

Those hazel eyes sparkle as she looks at me, and my breathing becomes shaky.

Her chest continues to rise and fall rapidly as she glances down at my lips. The pounding of my heart increases, and my cock presses against the seam of my pants.

“I really want you to kiss me?—”

I press my lips to hers, soft but urgent. Using my knee to support my body, I weave my hands in her hair and massage the nape of her neck. A moan leaves her mouth, and it sends a wave of pleasure down my spine. Time seems to stand still.

The hesitation and worry I had about my complicated feelings melt away with each passing second. We become lost in each other as we give in to the emotions we’ve suppressed for far too long.

Wren’s lips are full, and she tastes like blueberry wine. Although, something tells me she sobered up when I walked in on her. And if not then, she is now.

Our first kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A tingling sensation spreads over my lips and seeps into my body, rendering me a useless puddle.

Our mouths part with a soft smack, but I don’t dare pull away. Instead, I bring my eyes to hers, and when I find she’s equally mesmerized, I struggle to catch my breath.

“You felt that, right?” I break the silence, gripping the back of her neck.

“Yes.” She nods.

The spark is undeniable. I’ve kissed numerous women, but they don’t hold a candle to Wren. The woman of my dreams was right in front of me all along, but I was too busy trying to suppress my feelings toward her. All this time, I felt like I wasn’t worthy of her. Now, I’m wondering if Mom was right all along.

I glance down at her lips, eager to have them all to myself again. Inching back, I brush my lips against hers, but she turns her head before I can make full contact.

“What’s wrong?” Panic rises in my throat and settles deep in my bones.

Wren shifts beneath me, and I’m quick to get off her.

As she sits up, she releases a long, shaky exhale. “I. . . um. . . I wasn’t expecting that.” Planting her palms against the bed, she stands before grabbing her phone to turn off the video and sliding it into her pocket. “I need a moment.”

I hurry to my feet as she scrambles toward the door. “I’ll say it was a mistake,” I blurt out as she reaches for the doorknob. “If that’s what you want.”

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