Gramercy Nights (The Argo Press Trilogy Book 1) (22 page)

“Get undressed,” he demands huskily.

I look up in surprise. Sebastian has crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes are boring into me. Without thinking, I strip.

In moments, I’m standing before him in nothing by wisps of lace. I cross my arms over my chest nervously.

“Put your hands down,” he demands and I blink in surprise, but let my hands fall to my sides. This is what I wanted. Sebastian, in control. And I have to admit, he fits the part perfectly. Poised. Beautiful. Unflinching.

I take a shallow breath, uncertain of what to expect next.

“Do you really trust me?” he asks suddenly.

“Of course,” I answer without hesitation.

He searches my face, surprised by my quick response but then he nods. “Good.”

I shift nervously, knowing whatever he asks, I’ll do. Because I do trust him. Lord knows why, but I do. He’s done nothing to command my trust, and yet, I trust him. Implicitly. Deep down, I know he was serious when he said that the thing he wants most is to please me. I know he’ll do anything to make sure I enjoy myself. And I know that if I ask him to stop, he will. Just like that.

That doesn’t make him any less dangerous. In fact, that might just make him the most dangerous man I’ve ever met. Because whatever this thing is between us, it has an expiration date. And I can already feel myself falling for him. And I hate it.

Before I have a chance to think about it, Sebastian has swept everything off his desk, letting it clatter nosily to the floor.

“Get your ass over here,” he growls and I grin. “Hands flat on the desk.”

I shiver as I lean across his desk, my ass pushed out, and when I look up, I see our hazy images reflected in the darkened window before me. Sebastian towers over me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“We aren’t done talking about this,” he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. “I want to know every dirty little fantasy in that head of yours. I want to know what you think about when you touch yourself. I want to know what makes you come. I want to know it all.”

A shiver runs down my spine as his words sink in. The heat of his hand on my hip burns my skin and I want more. I want everything.

“I want to sleep with a woman,” I whisper without thinking.

I hold my breath as Sebastian falls silent.

“God, I’d love to watch you with a woman,” he says finally and I sag into the desk with relief. “I’d love to watch a woman lick your beautiful cunt until you come apart.” His voice is rough and passionate and I am so wet, so turned on. By this conversation, by Sebastian, by everything he’s promising me. I squirm, trying to squeeze my legs together, all the while keeping my eyes locked on our reflection in the window. I see Sebastian reaching for me at the same time I feel his hands grasping my hips, hoisting me up. When he nudges my feet apart with his knee, I comply. I can feel the air on my wet panties.

He leans forward, pushing me against the unforgiving surface of his desk. “I thought I told you not to wear panties when you’re with me,” he whispers dangerously as his fingers trail over the damp satin at my sex. “I’m going to spank you until your ass is on fire and then I’m going to take you, hard. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask.”

With one movement, he yanks down my panties and begins kneading my ass in his powerful hands and it’s like every inch of skin runs straight to my pussy, making me hot and slick, and I grip the edge of the desk, steadying myself for what’s to come. A log bursts, making me start.

Sebastian’s palm comes down with a deafening crack and I gasp at the sharp sting, my body jerking in response.

He massages my tingling flesh before delivering an equally forceful smack to my other cheek. “Does this turn you on?” His voice is low and dangerous and I nod hastily, feeling my soaking pussy clench down, desperate to be filled. Desperate for Sebastian.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek tenderly. His touch is so gentle, so affectionate that I have to squeeze my eyes closed. It’s not the sting of his palm that I’m afraid of but watching it happen. When his hand comes down on my other cheek, I jump in surprise as a warm tingle spreads across my skin.

He spanks and massages me, the juxtaposition of soft and hard setting my body on fire. My skin burns. Hot to the touch. I’m pushing back into him, panting, his erection pushing against my thigh, an insistent reminder of what’s to come.

Sebastian slides his hand between my legs, pulling them farther apart before he sinks two fingers into me without warning and I bite down on my lip, almost drawing blood, to stop the moan from escaping my lips. I am so wet, so hot for him.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life.

Sebastian breathes in sharply. “You liked that, didn’t you? God, I can feel just how much you liked that.”

“Yes,” I moan as my inhibitions fall away, leaving nothing but desperate need.

“Do you want more?”

“Please,” I beg, as he pumps his fingers in and out of me and I clamp down, trying to hold him inside me.

He teases my clit, his feather light touch doing nothing to ease my need. I want him to fuck me now, but even if I beg, he’ll make me wait until I don’t think I can wait another minute. Didn’t I tell him I wanted to give up control?

Suddenly, he withdraws and his hand comes down hard against my ass, making my whole body quiver. If anything, the pain only heightens my need. Every time he spanks me, I gasp, biting my lip to keep from screaming out.

His hand slips between my thighs, and when he flicks my clit, I moan loudly. I don’t know if it’s in pain or pleasure or where the line between those two exists, but right now I don’t care.

Then he’s grabbing my hips roughly, flipping me around to face him. His eyes burn into me as he drops to his knees.

“Look at me,” he commands as he lifts one of my legs, resting it on his shoulder, opening me completely for him. “You’ve been such a good girl, I think you deserve a reward.”

I grab the edge of the desk as he nestles between my legs, his breath tantalizingly warm as he nibbles his way along my inner thighs, nipping and licking, teasing relentlessly, and I gasp when he finally touches my slick opening, licking up and down my folds, his tongue hungry, his eyes still burning into me. I’m on fire, my nerves raw and exposed. He fucks me with his mouth as my hips move to meet him.

Finally, when I think I can’t take it any more, he sucks my clit into his mouth and I scream out, throwing my head back with the intense pleasure of it all. I’m so close, my pussy spasming, aching to be filled, and I barely register his fingers digging sharply into my hips, locking me in place so I can’t escape. It’s so intense it’s almost painful, almost too much to bear and my mind goes blank. There’s only the feeling of his tongue, only Sebastian as I cling to the desk and suddenly I’m coming, my voice a strangled scream as wave after wave of pleasure threaten to bring me to my knees.

When my eyes finally flutter open, Sebastian is still kneeling between my trembling legs, his lips turned up in a smug grin. He kisses the inside of my knee before gently releasing my foot to the ground, keeping one large hand on my hip, steadying me. He’s so beautiful, so perfect, the contrast between my naked skin and his fully clothed body making my muscles tighten.

He comes slowly to his feet, like a dangerous animal stalking its prey, his movements carefully calculated, and when he kisses me, I can taste my arousal on his lips and my knees buckle and Sebastian’s arm darts around my waist, catching me before I fall.

He rakes a hand through his tousled hair, his eyes drinking me in.

“Undress me,” he says huskily, leaning back on his heels and it’s like his words free me from the spell I’m under. I claw at his soft cashmere sweater, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. My fingers tremble as I struggle to unbutton his shirt.

I throw his shirt aside and move onto his pants, pulling out his belt and unleashing his straining erection. Even his cock is beautiful. I lick my lips. I want to take him into my mouth, drop to my knees and taste him as he tasted me, but I’m trapped, pinned between his body and the desk with nowhere to go.

There’s no preamble, no more foreplay. He lifts me easily with his strong arms and I wrap my legs around him before he sinks into me, moaning with pleasure.

“Your pussy is so tight after you come.”

“Oh fuck,” I moan, digging my fingers into his powerful chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart beneath my skin. He cups my ass, spreading me, lifting me off him before slamming me down on his cock. I scream out as he takes me. Fully. Wholly. Completely. Pounding into me with a raw ferocity that I struggle to meet.

He presses a finger to my mouth, coaxing me to part my lips for him and I do, sucking him into my mouth, making him groan.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Get it nice and wet.”

I stare into his lust hooded eyes as I suck him deeper into my mouth, imagining his cock between my lips.

“That’s it, baby.”

Hungry lips replace his finger as I struggle to devour him, every inch of him, every part of him he’s willing to give me. When he presses his finger against my puckered ass, I tense. Didn’t he say he wanted every part of me? Even this? With his cock buried deep inside me, there’s nowhere for me to go. No escape. And nowhere I’d rather be.

His lips curl into a wicked smile. “Relax,” he whispers, “you’re going to love it.”

He presses into me, his finger inescapable and taunting and I tighten my legs around him, moving my hips as I try to meet his every thrust. I feel the flutter across my skin, that first tremor of climax, and it’s then, just as I’m on the verge of losing control that he sinks his finger into me, the feeling so foreign, so forbidden. I scream out, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I struggle to accept every new sensation.

Sebastian pounds into me, hard and fast, as I cling to him, and then, shuddering my name, he fills me with his hot release.

I bury my face in his neck, panting. I can feel his rapid heartbeat against mine and then his arms tighten around me and he’s carrying me into the living room, carefully easing my trembling body onto the sofa. I don’t want to let go but he gently pries my fingers from his neck, his fingers tracing over my skin, lightly brushing the red indentations on my hips left by his possessive fingers.

My body feels drugged, my mind clouded and confused, but I hear him softly whisper “mine” before he wraps a blanket around my shoulders and leaves the room.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The smell of steak sizzling on the stovetop pulls me from my dreamless sleep. I wake, ravenous and disoriented. Music fills the loft, something quiet and jazzy. I yawn and pull the blanket tighter around my shoulders as I pad towards the kitchen where Sebastian is humming along to the music. He’s showered and changed and he looks relaxed and contented as he moves around the kitchen, preparing dinner.

Until this moment, I don’t think I ever realized how sexy it is to watch a man cook.

I slide into a seat, wincing slightly. My ass is sore from earlier, a physical reminder of what now feels like a dream.

When I look up, Sebastian’s eyes are narrowed on my face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I nod sleepily. “Maybe a little.”

He wipes his hands on his thighs and turns his full attention to me. “Let me see.”

I purse my lips but walk over, letting him peel back the blanket that’s all that’s covering me. When he sucks in his breath, I arch around, dying to see what has stolen his breath away, and I feel the blood drain from my face. My normally pale skin is dappled in red, the unmistakable outline of fingers visible on my skin.

All I can think is, it’s so wrong. So deliciously wrong.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” he repeats, frowning.

“Yeah, wow.” I kiss his chest then step back. “Now, what are you feeding me? I’m famished.”

Sebastian has dimmed the lights and there are candles flickering on the table, casting a warm, romantic light across our meal.

“I thought you never used the table,” I say, taking a seat. Sebastian shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed.

“I thought it might be a nice change of pace,” he admits, sliding a plate in front of me with a perfectly cooked filet mignon, grill lines and all.

“This smells amazing.”

He uncorks a bottle of wine, filling my glass before taking a seat. Candlelight flickers across his chiseled jaw.

The wine is rich and heavy, warming my body as it glides down my throat. “This is really good.”

He nods, taking a sip. “I thought you’d enjoy it. It’s a Priorat.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Really?” He looks at me in surprise and I just shrug my shoulders.

“I’m not exactly a fancy wine drinker.”

“It’s one of the premiere wine regions in Spain. Sort of like the Catalan Rioja. They’ve been producing wine since the 12
th
century, but after a blight in the 19
th
century, they didn’t get the vineyards back up and running until fairly recently,” he explains. “I bought it with you in mind, though to be honest, I thought I’d be drinking it alone. Fantasizing about you. This is much better.”