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He marred her view for the time it took to root around in his wallet, find a condom and slide it on. “Now how do you want me, Nicole?”

The question filled her mind with fantasies she couldn’t quite confess out loud, like being dominated in a way that took the control from her grasp, but still fed the ache swelling her sex. “On the bed, on your back and assuming the position.”

“No foreplay? That’s not using me to your full advantage.”

She pursed her lips and considered the implied promise. “It isn’t?”

“Let’s remedy that.”

Sebastian walked forward with absolute swagger and stopped mere inches from bringing them skin to skin. Lip to chest. He cupped her chin with his thumb and forefinger and arched her head up. With his other hand he took out of the pins in her hair. He sank his fingers in the soft tendrils and gripped them in his fist. The grasp was tight, but still felt nice and comfortable. Feelings she didn’t desire. She wanted hot and fast. Not something she would look back on and sigh with regret for what would never be. She didn’t want to romanticize him or the moment. She’d have to walk away in just a few hours and forget him. And he didn’t help.

Sebastian bent down and brushed his lips against hers, teasing out a moan and the worries floated away on the tender caress. “I want you like this. You’re head back and your ass arched up. But first you get what you want.”

The briefest touch, the low-spoken words puckered her nipples and she started to question her demand to skip foreplay. “Now I’m curious about what you have in mind?”

He loosened the hold on her hair to run his hands down Nicole’s back to her waist, and then swept her off the bed. Her heart shot into her throat. The move was unexpected, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and clasped her arms behind his head. He was taking the control.

“Oh my, Sebastian. That was so manly.” Though her words were playful, her core slicked with arousal. She wanted to slide down lower to sink onto his cock. Or simply have the bulbous crown of his hardened length rub her clit.

“Patience,” he insisted. “As I told you before, I like being used in this way. Now, what I think you really want is to end all this build up and come on my cock.”

Her breath caught in her throat. This wasn’t talk of an affable man, the kind who would grin or laugh. Not from the way his eyes had darkened and his voice grew gruff.

“When you put it that way, you’re absolutely right.”

He settled onto the edge of bed where she had knelt, her ass supported by his thighs and her sex finally nestled along his. “Good, because I know a way to give you exactly what you’re asking for. All you have to do is hold on. Do you think you can do that, Nicole?”

His gaze intensified and there was nothing light or frothy to be found there. He reached down between them and ran his thumb over the swollen nub, testing her arousal. She moaned.

He blew out a breath. “You’re wet and ready for me. Just hold on.”

Sebastian lifted her ass and positioned his cock right at her entrance. She didn’t know how he’d move in the position they were in, but from the way his gaze narrowed she didn’t doubt he’d find a way. He opened his legs, loosened his hold on her waist and she dropped down onto his sex.

Full of and stretched by him, Nicole tried to suck in a breath but whimpered instead. She glanced down at their joined sex and moaned. She was more than ready to come apart and he wasn’t even all the way in. She tightened around him.

He lifted her again, his breath hissing out. “I thought you had more spunk than to be out for the count with one stroke.”

She couldn’t laugh with him stretching her, deep, but not deep enough. “I’m going to bite you for that comment later.”

He chuckled and dropped her onto his dick. Her next reply got lost on a moan. Not giving her time to recover, he worked her up and down his sex. From the way he had her between his legs, she had to take it, no matter how deep or shallow the strokes. Her skin slicked with sweat and Nicole was the one the being worked. His lids grew heavier, but there was no hesitation in his movements to glide her up and down his shaft. The tenor of her moans changed, faster and higher, and he kept right on making her take it, stealing her control over her own body and thoughts.

If thought could have been a possibility, it would have only told him to not stop. Deeper. Faster. Harder. Yes, goddamn it.
Work?
The only thing that had to keep working was his cock, sliding in and out.

This was their first time and what she should have done, she hadn’t. Now it was too late. He was going to win, no question. The things he murmured barely penetrated or simply couldn’t. Not while his cock did most of the talking.

The words he spoke graveled out of his throat, husky but clear. This was a competition any damn way. She would come first, hard, and all over his dick. His words were dirty and smug and exactly what she wanted to hear.

He’d known what to do, and she hadn’t shared any of her fantasies with him. It was completely against her personality to lose control, and she tried to hold out on the orgasm building where their bodies were intertwined. Really, she did try hard, but he was so damn hard inside her and so slick from her arousal, that she couldn’t stop the quickening of her sex.

“Yes,” he said. “I think you’re ready now.”

Nicole had no idea what he meant, but she didn’t doubt that he knew. Sebastian gripped her hips, held her still and slid his ass off the edge of the bed. Her feet grazed the floor and her toes curled in the plush carpet. He grunted, deeper inside her now.

He tested the position by raising her off his lap and surging upward. She fisted her hands in the soft strands of his midnight black hair at the nape of his neck, because she finally knew what he planned to do. The bulk to his frame wasn’t for show. With his back still supported by the bed, he used the position as leverage to lift his hips and pound into her. And because he still had a grip on Nicole, she still had to take it. All of him. Harder and slicker. In and out.

She tightened around him, her skin flushing with heat and nipples taut, wanting attention. Her moans grew shallow and she stiffened as his cock continued to coax the climax wresting through her. The orgasm stole her breath. His shaft hardened, gliding deeper into her as she did come on his cock. Sebastian’s groan sounded pained as he came. He thrust faster, and then a slow grind before he stopped. His breath heaved out, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and slid the rest of the way to the floor.

Nicole waited until her heart slowed before seeking out the crook of his neck. She nipped at the sweat-slicked skin and he trembled.

“I lasted longer than one stroke,” she said.

“You did.”

“You’re legs are going to hurt like a son of a bitch tomorrow.”

“That’s tomorrow’s worry. First we eat, and then I get my turn.”

She shifted to stare at him. “Excuse me?”

He rested his head on the bed and grinned at her. “Oh, sweetheart, that wasn’t the main entree.
That
was just the appetizer.”

Nicole had wondered before what the hell she’d gotten herself into. No, she’d no idea, but she damn sure wanted to know.

Chapter Four

Sebastian hadn’t expected to come the first time out, but her skin had flushed and her nipples had puckered right there in his goddamn face, and then she’d tightened around him…He fucking loved it.

What made it so much better is that she’d surprised him, and not much did these days. He had his ambition. It sure as shit wasn’t a soft and warm woman in his bed, but he knew, if need be, he could find one. But then she’d bit his shoulder as the promised payback, a little breathless and so very flushed. Nicole had surprised him and he liked it.

He hadn’t wanted her to leave the hotel room. It bugged Sebastian now, but he didn’t regret the request for more time. They’d moved to the kitchen and since then she had tried to fit the entire food platter on the small plate. She’d already tucked away the steak and potatoes and was working her way through the fruit.

He cut into his rare steak and considered her. “I can order another steak if you want.”

“No, I’m good.” She swirled the strawberry in the chocolate sauce and devoured it in one bite.

He wanted to believe their situation gave her the comfort to eat like this in front of him. To relax and to let loose with exactly what she thought. She didn’t mind him seeing the real Nicole. The likely truth had everything to do with it being in the middle of the night and him being a stranger she had no intention of seeing again.

He pushed that worrying belief aside. “Watching you, I know you’re not from L.A.”

“Why?”

“You actually eat.”

“Haven’t all day. Didn’t realize how hungry I was until there was gravy and potatoes for me to dive face first into.” She closed the top of the robe, covering the beautiful curve between her breasts he’d let his gaze feasts on while they ate. She crossed one arm over her stomach and sat back from the table. “That was delicious. Thank you. You’re being so gentlemanly.”

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Take heart, I won’t be in a little bit.”

“You keep making these dirty promises. I’m starting to think you’re all talk.”

He chewed another piece of steak before he answered, “A hazard in my line of work.”

“But we aren’t talking about our jobs, remember? So tell me about your childhood, because, of course, that’s not a landmine.”

He considered the boundaries from earlier and shrugged again. “Two parent home. Loving and quite boring when you hear some of the stories from actors and writers. I think my parents wonder why the hell I am the way I am. I’m not settled down nor do I have plans to be.” An old memory dredged up and turned the food in his mouth to dust. He put down his fork. “I’ve always been able to talk my way into and out of trouble.”

“That, I can see.” She let out a breath. “Me? I came from a single parent home. My father raised me. My mother up and left one day. Turns out, after she left, my mother started a family with someone else.” She stuffed another strawberry in her mouth. “I should be bitter over that, but why should I give a crap about a woman who didn’t care enough to send a postcard on my birthday, at least? Of course, my father felt guilty for this and spoiled me rotten. It’s a miracle I’m not some Prima Donna bitch.”

Appearances were everything in the PR business and she appeared to be unfettered by a shitty childhood. He narrowed his gaze to see any cracks beneath the veneer and found none. “How many years of therapy?”

“Five,” she answered honestly, and then laughed.

He couldn’t laugh with her. Sebastian wanted to, but now he was developing a crush on a woman he would never see again. A woman whom he should have had hemmed up against the headboard, making her come and moan and forget her own name.

But here he sat, asking her to stay a little longer with him, eating and joking with her about their past. This was some ass backward way to conduct a one night stand. Every moment he wasn’t buried balls deep inside her, she’d become a real woman and not some fantasy of an attractive woman. The real her would overshadow and become more appealing than any imagined details he could fill in. They had to get down to business, and quickly.

She plucked another strawberry from the fruit basket. “Have you spent time in a therapist chair being analyzed for what’s human about you?”

“No, but I probably needed to a time or two.” Especially when his college girlfriend took his heart and shish kebabbed it. He wasn’t going to reveal that to her, not while she still looked soft and flushed.

For the millionth time, her gaze strayed to her phone. She tapped the screen and frowned. It was a little past one in the morning and she was expecting a phone call or a text. If they hadn’t been busy having sex, he would bet she’d have checked her phone then too. Sebastian had a feeling he was getting a glimpse of the woman no one else got to see. He didn’t want the privilege. Definitely didn’t want the way that made him feel about her either.

He stuffed a hand in the pocket of the terry-clothe robe. Not only could one get room service in the middle of the night, one could discreetly order other necessities like condoms in an upscale hotel.

“Are you full and satisfied now?”

“Impatient for your turn?” she said.

“You bet I am.”

She tsked and fought a smile. “You had me fooled down in the bar.”

Confused, he frowned. “How?”

“I thought you were full of charm and humor. You’re a pervert.”

He snorted and stood from the dining room table. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

“No, but I can tell from your little display earlier.” Her hand fluttered toward the bed. “I’m scared.”

“You should be.”

She pointed at him. “See. Dirty promises and a pervert.”

He chuckled and put out his hand. “Come on, let me give you something to tremble in fear about.”

“What is it you want?” She took his hand, rose and stepped in his path.

To keep her here with him all night. Touching her, tasting her and talking to her, but he’d settle for the first two and let the rest go.

“I want to feel just how soft you really are. Everywhere.” He peeled back her robe, teasing his fingers with her silken skin, and let the clothe fall to the floor. Each step he took, she took another back. She was too far away from him. He wanted them skin to skin, mouth to mouth. He needed to be inside her again already.

“Unfortunately for you, that means during my turn I’ll be taking my time,” he said.

“Well it’s only fair that you get your own pleasure. Plus, you came after only a few real strokes. I’m sort of disappointed.”

“You’re going to pay for that.”

Her eyes lighted with the threat, the challenge. “Bring it.”

His cock hardened. He was just as turned on as she when it came to competition. “Get on the bed and assume the position.”

She crawled to the middle of the bed, stopped, arched her ass up and glanced over her shoulder. “This one?”

Sebastian had other things in mind to do to her, but now she had to pay for teasing him. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Stay just like that, but spread your legs a little wider.”