Page 38 of The Boyfriend Effect (Frisky Business 1)
Clutching her hip in one hand, I slow her movements.
“Could you come like this?” she asks, a mischievous smile tilting her lips.
Could I come like this? She really has no idea what she does to me. “Is that what you want?”
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. “I want you inside me.”
“Condom?” I ask softly.
She meets my eyes. “I’m good if you are.”
“I’m . . . good,” I say, breathing out the word. I’ve always used condoms. Always. But Maren is different. And since I haven’t been with anyone since Samantha dumped me, and I was tested right after that, I know I won’t be putting Maren at risk.
Lifting up on her knees, she brings one hand between us to lift my cock from my stomach and then . . . fuuck.
Breathe, Hayes.
She’s hot and tight and so perfect.
I groan at the amazing warmth that greets me. She lowers herself, sliding slowly as she adjusts to the feel of me stretching her.
Her eyes sink closed and she makes a low, pleasure-filled sound. “Hayes.”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I growl out the words, rising up on my elbows to nip at the soft spot between her ear and shoulder.
She gasps as I thrust deeper into her, every inch a step closer to heaven. She takes me until I’m fully inside her, and every muscle in my body tightens to avoid the pending orgasm I can feel building at the base of my spine.
It doesn’t take long for her to find her rhythm. The sounds coming out of her mouth are otherworldly.
Maren’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and that knowledge doesn’t settle well with me. It’s a dangerous realization that I don’t have time to dwell on because she begins moving faster, her cries growing louder.
As she comes apart, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and her hair is wild. I wish I could slow time, wish I could focus on each little detail of this moment, but Maren’s beginning to unravel, and I know I won’t be far behind. When she finishes, I clutch her tightly, erupting with a wild bolt of pleasure that I feel through every nerve ending. After, we collapse back onto the bed together, our chests heaving.
I’m starting to drift off to sleep when she places her fingertips on my shoulder.
“We should probably clean up, sleepyhead,” she whispers. Her face is still flushed, sweat glistening on her chest, her curls wild and messy around her head. She’s perfect.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur with a tender kiss to her temple.“You have a good weekend?” Wolfie asks, his voice as even as ever.
He doesn’t suspect a thing.
“Yeah.” I choke out my response as we head toward the conference table to join the guys for our weekly team meeting.
We’re in the back office, overseeing product development as always. Except not quite as always. Because most days, I haven’t just fucked Wolfie’s younger sister over the weekend.
“What’d you do?” He folds his hands on the table, watching me.
“Not much.” Another lie. They come so easily to me now.
Guilt swarms inside me. As much as I try to pretend I have it all together, I’m nervous as hell. My heart pounds inside my chest.
What’s the end game here? What happens when Wolfie finds out? Or when I hurt Maren without meaning to? Because that’s bound to happen when you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. And I don’t. I don’t have a fucking clue.
I sit down at the conference table next to Wolfie and cross one ankle over my knee.
Act normal.
Mental images of the other night with Maren sneak their way into my brain. Her creamy skin, her rosy cheeks. Her fingers cupping her breasts while I feasted between her legs like she was my last meal.
Breathe, Hayes.
It doesn’t matter how good the sex was. And trust me, what happened between Maren and me? It was fucking incredible. But that doesn’t change one very important fact.
It was wrong, plain and simple.
It was one thing when we were just fooling around at the lake house. But it was another thing entirely to do what we did the other night. It was premeditated. The hotel room she’d booked. The condom I’d brought just in case. There’s no going back from that. It’s done. I can’t take it back.
I release a slow breath as panic threatens to overwhelm me.
A feeling bubbles up inside me—a feeling so big and wild, I immediately know what it is. But I won’t name it. I can’t. Things between Maren and me are just physical, and they’ll run their course. They have to. And when that happens, I’ll walk away. Just like I always do.
I can’t change what happened. But I can control what happens going forward.
Aside from Rosie, I don’t have any family. The only place I feel at home is with the guys. Wolfie. Connor. Caleb. Ever. They’re my family. Which is why I can never fuck over Wolfie.
