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“I’ll be gentle,” he said, resting his forehead against mine. His hand held my nape as his other thumb worked my nub, softly, gently, inexorably, until I was panting hard and seeing stars.
“You have any idea how good you look when you come?” he asked softly, lips brushing my cheek. “Any idea how good you taste?”
“Um,” I said. “No?”
His thumb worked in a circular motion, the rest of his fingers splayed on top of my thigh. He kissed the corner of my jaw, nipped at the bottom of my earlobe. “I could do this for hours. Watch you fight it until you can’t fight it anymore. Watch you let go for me.”
“I think”—I shivered, hips jerking slightly—“I think that might make you some kind of deviant, Anderson.”
His cheek creased against mine, and I knew he was smiling. “Maybe,” he said. “Can’t wait to have that mouth on my cock, Reeves.”
I sucked in a breath, legs splaying a bit wider. “What makes you think I’m into that?”
His thumb dipped closer to my opening then moved back up again, wetter than it was a moment before. “I think you’d like watching me come undone just as much as I love watching you.”
“Keep dreaming,” I said, but my hips rolled against his touch. The truth was, the thought made me hot. Feeling his hot, hard flesh in my hands. Tasting him. Feeling his fingers curl into my hair. Knowing that if he lost control of himself, it was because of me.
I wanted that. I wanted it bad. Wanted to be on my knees in front of him like he’d just done for me.
And all the while, as I imagined taking him in my mouth, Sebastian’s thumb made steady, gentle circles over me. A trembling started in my thighs, but his pressure didn’t increase. His speed didn’t change. It was maddening. It was so Sebastian, to do things his way no matter what. To be right, in the end, for having done it that way.
My third orgasm was the strongest of the bunch. He urged me on with whispered words as I bucked and arched, my body craving something hard to fill it. He told me I was beautiful. Told me I was doing so well. Told me he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside me, that he was driving himself wild with thoughts of it.
I clutched him through it, meeting his feverish gaze as he wrung every bit of pleasure out of me. He gathered me in his arms and kissed me, and I knew I was already in too deep.
TWENTY-FIVE
SEBASTIAN
I walked out to my car, gearing up for my morning trip to Magnolia Café. That freshly brewed coffee was the highlight of my Monday morning.
“Morning!” Charlie said, wearing jeans, a low V-neck top, and a gorgeous smile as she approached her hooptie for her morning commute.
“Well, good morning.” My gaze rolled over her denim-clad curves. “Where are you off to?”
“The Monticello. I want to see how the new tile’s coming along.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I signaled her to wait a moment. I didn’t want her rushing off so quickly. “Hello,” I answered.
“Sebastian, it’s George at Pentagon Lights. I’ve got some bad news about your order,” my lighting guy said. Oh, great. Charlie and I were finally on better terms and now I’d have to deliver more bad news. “The manufacturer won’t be able to deliver your order in time for us to get it to you next week in New Elberry, or whatever.”
“George, you know I don’t like problems,” I said, and there was a flicker of concern in Charlie’s eyes.
“Yeah, I know, but your only option to get those bulbs in time is to pick them up from the manufacturer yourself.” A major inconvenience, to say the least. On the other hand, a day trip to DC? It was a good excuse to get back to the city for a bit.
“How soon can I get them?” I asked.
“They said they’ll be ready today.”
“Thanks, George. Send me the address and let them know I’ll be there today. I also expect a big price break for this.” I wrapped up the call and turned my attention back to Charlie, who had been patiently waiting. “That was my lighting guy. They won’t be able to deliver the marquee bulbs in time for the festival.”
Charlie frowned. “What? I can’t sell advertising space without those bulbs.”
“Hang on—we can still get them if we pick them up in DC today.”
“DC, huh? Does that mean you’re going to make something easy for once and go get them yourself?”
There was an ease between us that hadn’t been there before. We’d spent Saturday together, going over ideas for the boutique hotel, and she’d stopped by my place on Sunday for breakfast. We’d kissed some more, and I was quickly becoming addicted to the taste of her.
