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“Love it when you give in, Charlie. When I see you let go like that.”
“I’m not giving in to anything.”
His lips curled into a sinful smile. “Uh-huh,” he said as he ground himself against me a little bit harder.
When my breath caught, his smile widened. “Three,” he said.
“What?”
“That’s how many times you’re going to give in to me today.”
“What are you—” I bit off the question as he slid his hand between my legs, rubbing the fabric of my panties against my core. I clung to his shoulders, widening my stance.
His eyes had gone dark, his breathing heavy. He plucked at my dress’s strap until it slid down my shoulder, the fabric clinging to my pebbled nipple. With a grunt, he tugged it off to expose my breast. “Fuck,” he said, then he palmed my breast and squeezed.
So, all right. Maybe I had worn the sundress on purpose. Not that I’d predicted this, specifically, but I knew it fit me like a glove and I wanted to look good. I was a vain woman who was meeting a man for whom she had complicated feelings. Sue me.
Sebastian kissed me again, one hand rubbing at my clit with the fabric of my underwear providing a dull kind of friction that made my head spin. His other hand alternated between palming my breast and teasing my nipple, until he tore his lips away from me and brought them to my breast. Plumping my breast with his hand, he took my nipple in his mouth while I buried my fingers in his hair.
“Sebastian,” I panted.
He yanked the other strap of my dress down and moved to the other side, scraping his teeth over my diamond-hard nipple. I writhed and reached between us so I could feel his cock. He groaned as I traced the outline of it with my hand, straightening from my breasts to meet my eyes.
Cool air swept over my wetted breasts as I leaned against the wall, feeling how hard he was—for me. It was a heady feeling, knowing that all his attention, all his lust, all his desire, was focused on me. I never wanted it to end.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he told me, fingers tracing the edge of the gusset of my panties. He slipped the fabric to the side, eyes watching me intently as he ran his finger through my slickness. “I’m addicted to you, Charlie. I listen for your footsteps every time I’m home. Whenever you’re in the same room as me, I always know exactly where you are without really knowing how. I’m going insane, and I keep wanting more.”
I couldn’t help the shiver that went through me. “I thought you hated me.”
He huffed and dragged his fingers up to my clit. “You thought wrong.”
Clinging to the wall, I glanced to my left. The stairs were just a few feet away. “Someone could walk in,” I said, but the words died when he worked his hand between my legs. My hips rolled against his touch like I was some kind of wanton, shameless woman.
“No one’s going to walk in. Ride my hand, sweetheart.” With an impatient tug, Sebastian pulled my panties down. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them, and then all bets were off. His fingers were on my clit until I was clinging to him so hard I was sure I’d draw blood. Then he was sliding them inside me and pressing the palm of his hand against my bud, using his other hand to clamp on my hip and urge me to grind against him harder. I came with a cry, hips working, hands clawing at him, mind splintering.
“That’s one,” he said, and he dragged me into the darkened theater.
A few of the seats had been upgraded over the years, so where most of the theater was filled with small, cramped seating, there were a few rows of premium seats near the middle, one of which was on the wide walking aisle.
I was out of breath and walking on shaky legs, propped up against Sebastian’s side as he pulled me to one of the premium seats near the middle. He sat me down and pulled my hips to the edge of the seat, then knelt between my knees.
“Sebastian,” I said, feeling the silkiness of his hair between my fingers.
“You owe me two more, sweetheart,” he said, then picked my legs up, threw them over his shoulders, and brought his mouth to my core. I arched back, gasping, unintelligible babble spewing from my mouth as he devoured me.
I sensed him smile against me, felt the little puff of breath he let out when I tightened my grip on his hair.
When I’d come back down to earth, Sebastian kissed my inner thigh and said, “Two.”
“Enough.”
“You owe me one more, Charlie.”
“I don’t owe you a damn thing.”
He laughed and straightened, curling a strong hand around my nape to bring my lips to his. I could taste myself on his mouth, and when he slipped his free hand under my dress to run his thumb ever so gently over my clit, I couldn’t help the jump and shiver that coursed through me.
“Sensitive,” I complained on an expelled breath.
