Wow.
Doublewow.
Triple wow with a fucking cherry on top.
I’ve had Sebastian’s big dick before, but this time I’m overpowered.
No condom.
I don’t care.
We were all tested to the hilt, and there’s no way I can get pregnant. Not after what I’ve been through.
Probably should have made that clear to Evangeline when she chose me, since these guys are potentially looking not just for love but family.
Hell, my whole bio was one big embellishment.
Scratch that.
One colossallie.
Yeah, I’m a hairstylist from Pasadena. That part’s true. But the rest? The polished version Evangeline and the guys read on paper?
Utter crap,
I’ve spent years shaping other people’s appearances and hiding behind mine.
Evangeline picked me because I seemed like someone who belonged here.
She has no idea what I’ve done to survive.
Fuck.
Can’t think about that now.
Can only think about the good thorough fucking I’m getting in the pool.
Sebastian’s movements are intense, every thrust sending ripples through the water and pulses of pure bliss shooting through me. I grip his shoulders, dig my nails into his flesh as he fills me.
Completely.
So completely.
His gaze never leaves mine as he moves. Each stroke is rough and furious, and his low grunts and my soft gasps echo around us.
“I missed this,” I gasp out, my voice breathy.
Crap. Where the hell did that come from? Who cares? I already told him I’m kind of obsessed with him.
He grunts in response, his pace quickening. The coil tightens inside me, threatening to snap any second.
“I've missed you,” he murmurs against my lips before devouring them in a kiss full of passion.
But it’s more than passion.
It’s angry passion.
He bites down on my lower lip.
