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Sebastian gives a defeated sigh.
“I work long hours to provide the life she deserves. It's either that or mediocrity.”
“You can still afford to give her the best of both worlds, Sebastian,” I say softly.
“What are you?” He asks as he begins to walk toward me. “A shrink?”
“I'm just a woman who wants the best for Callie,” I answer. I look up at him, my eyes running over his perfect features. I fight the urge to reach out to him, to touch that face and the stubble I know will tickle my fingers.
“You're just a woman who enjoys telling others what to do.”
“Wow. Look how quickly you just defined what a teacher is,” I say with a smile curving my lips.
Sebastian doesn't smile back, but his eyes are no longer laden with anger.
“You're infuriating.” He whispers as he steps even closer and wraps a hand around my waist.
“I'd accept that if you allowed me to boss you around,” I say, shocked at how quickly our fight turned to this.
Sebastian gives a low chuckle as he bends low and nuzzles my neck, planting soft kisses that have me arching my back and gasping softly.
“I will never be bossed around, Paislee.” He growls in my ear, nipping at the lobe hard enough for me to let out a soft cry.
“Sebastian.” I moan when his lips descend lower. He gives my sweet spot the same treatment, a hard nip and slow soothing kiss that has my toes curling.
His hands travel over my body. Moving his thumbs over my nipples until they harden. I throw my head back and moan helplessly. Sebastian's hands move over the weight of my right breast where he kneads and palms. Alternating the speed of his thumb and the hardness of his palm.
He continues to move those hands beneath my shirt. As his warm fingers graze the skin of my waist, I let out a low sob.
"Sebastian, please…"
“What do you want?” He asks. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.” I gasp as those fingers travel up, over the bumps of my rib cage and torso to my heaving breasts.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Paislee,” Sebastian says in a voice that has become low and gruff. A telling sign that this little adventure affects him just as much as it does me.
“Your lips on m-my stomach and b-breasts.”
I let out a loud gasp when Sebastian grabs me and directs my legs to his waist. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he begins to move upstairs. He captures my lips in an intoxicating kiss.
I don't know how we got to his room, but we're here. He drops me slowly on the bed, breaking off the kiss to look into my eyes. I stare up at him, unable to believe that this is about to happen. The very thing I've dreamt of for weeks. This godlike body that has made my mind its prisoner.
Sebastian begins to take off his shirt, his eyes never leaving my body. As I get up to do the same, he places a hand against my hips and presses me back down, instructing me to lie still.
Sebastian is out of his clothes in seconds, and my eyes slightly widen at the sight of his naked body. I gulp hard, blinking when I realize my throat is dry as a desert.
He looks even more stunning out of clothes than in them. His body is completely tanned with ripped muscles he's been hiding beneath clothes. He sinks onto the bed, eyes filled with lustful promises. I open my arms wide and welcome him.
I'm the one who initiates the kiss. This kiss isn't as perfect as the others. This kiss is messy because we are both breathing hard and moving our hands over each other's bodies. We’re exploring, learning every dip and ridge.
Sebastian rolls us over without breaking the heated kiss. He manages to drag my skirt and panties down my legs without a hitch. His hands run down my thighs toward where I've moistened and swelled, I cry out softly. But Sebastian doesn't stop. He continues to slide his hands through my wet swollen folds, teasing me as if I need to be any wetter than I already am.
“Ohh yes,” I moan, feeling how aroused I am now.
“Take off your shirt.” He orders.
Sebastian rolls over again. As soon as I've discarded my shirt and bra, he presses two long fingers into my tight entrance and curls those expert fingers up. He begins a slow, steady rhythm that has me closing my eyes and struggling to match his strokes.
