Page 6 of One Pucking Secret
“Do you have a condom?”
“Oh…” I turn to my nightstand, even though I know there’s nothing there. Then I remember my birth control in my purse. “I’m on the pill, though. And I just got tested. I’m clean. If that’s okay with you.”
He contemplates this for a moment, then leans forward to press his lips against mine. “I’m clean too. I get tested regularly.”
“Me too,” I assure him, and he positions himself at my entrance.
“Oh!” I cry out as soon as his tip makes contact with my entrance.
“You’re huge,” I admit, and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry about that. You’re so wet. I’m sure I’ll fit just fine.” Then he enters me, filling me up completely with one thrust.
His size hurts, but it feels good too, in a way that leaves me wanting more.
“Feel okay?” he asks, still gentle in his thrusting.
“More than okay,” I say in between pants. “Please, don’t stop.”
We move together, our bodies in perfect sync as he begins to pound into me.
The headboard bangs against the wall in time with his thrusts. His grip on my hips tightens as he picks up speed, slamming into me harder.
“Yes,” I cry out, my body begging for my release to come. It does, and it’s explosive, my walls contracting around him as we both moan loudly.
“That’s it, baby,” he responds eagerly. “Come again for me.”
“I’m gonna,” I whimper, already feeling another orgasm building.
It crashes over me like a wave, shaking my body as he grunts his own release. He collapses on top of me, both of us a tangle of limbs and sweat-soaked skin. Our breathing is heavy, but the satisfied smiles on our faces say it all.
As we catch our breath, he kisses my forehead gently. “You’re amazing,” he whispers before pulling out of me. I whimper at the loss, but he just grins. “Save that thought for later.”
He lays down next to me, and despite the sticky, sweaty mess we’ve made of each other, I cuddle into him.
“Can I stay the night?”
“I was hoping you would. But only if it won’t make you late for practice.”
He pulls me in closer until my head is resting against his chest. “I’ll just have to wake you up to help me with my warm-up routine.”
“Stop, before you get me turned on again,” I joke.
He laughs, and I relax against his chest. His scent lingers on my skin as we lie there, talking quietly, sharing stories and secrets while the world outside fades away, the party long forgotten.
Did I really just have sex with Wyatt Banks, and is he implying that we’ll be doing it all over again tomorrow morning? A smile tugs at my lips, my body still humming from the night, and I can’t help but look forward to waking up in Wyatt’s arms.
Chapter 1
Chloe
Eight Years Later
“Chloe!” my best friend,Lainey, calls out from her cubicle, her voice cutting through the hum of the office. It’s a bright Monday morning, with the city starting to warm under the early fall sun. Even in late September, Los Angeles holds onto the last traces of summer heat.
I give her a wave, but she gestures for me to stay put. She rises quickly, red heels clicking against the marble floor as her wavy blond hair bounces with each step.
I furrow my brows. “What’s going on?”
