Page 52 of Play Me

Chapter Sixteen

SEBASTIAN

I’m kissing her. I’m finally fucking kissing her. And I don’t think I can ever stop.

Her mouth, slightly opened in surprise from my unexpected kiss, is warm and soft against my lips. Her breath is sweet and doughy, like freshly baked bread. And that addicting scent of orange blossoms from her hair is awash over my face, and I’m trying to devour her, with kiss after kiss after kiss, my hands cradling the sides of her face.

I don’t know what I expected when I took those steps across the classroom to her. Just that, it was time.

And now, her cheeks, so supple in my hands, and her hands gripping the sides of my head and tangled in my hair, I wonder how I’ve managed to restrain myself for so long. How we both have. I can taste her desire, she’s been wanting this just as much as I have.

“Sebastian,” she moans, as we pull apart for breath.

We stare at each other, panting. And then reach for each other again. As if pushed together by unseen hands that have long planned our fate and are frustrated by our folly in insisting on staying apart.

This time it’s her lips that press, urgent, against mine, pushing them open, her tongue pushing deep into my mouth. A soft moan vibrates from the back of her throat when I slide my hands to run down her back and grip the fleshy cheeks of her ass, pulling her against me. Her body moves against me just as I’ve imagined it all these weeks, fitting in along the angles and curves of my own body.

She was made for me.

“Oh, god, Cadence,” it’s my time to moan. And she sighs in response.

And then suddenly the kiss is over.

She stiffens for a split second and pulls away from me, covering her lipstick-stained mouth in horror.

“Oh my god, no no no no no.” She stares at me, with a look of regret in her eyes.

“Well, um, that’s not quite the response I was hoping for.” I say, blinking, still trying to figure out what’s happening.

“We can’t do this.” She’s still shaking her head. I’m almost afraid it’ll shake her brain loose.

“Yes, we can. In fact, we just did.” I remind her.

“No, I can’t do this.”

“Um, then who was I just kissing?”

“Sebastian!”

“Cadence, I’m serious. This dance we’re doing, has got to stop. I’m going to put a stop to it.”

“What?” She screeches, and I can’t tell if it’s out of fear or pent-up frustration.

I walk over to her and pull the envelope out of my pocket.

“This is for you.”

“What is it?”

“Well, read it.”

“It’s...it’s a $50k check.”

“Well, it’s a receipt. Yup.”

“For $50,000.”

“Yes.”