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He frowns. “We don’t have to do this, Tay—”
“No! I want to. I want you, Seb.”
I sit up and kiss him, willing my hands to stop shaking as I undo his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. My mouth waters as my eyes rake over his inked chest. Despite seeing him shirtless more than once, every time I do, he takes my breath away. My fingers go to his jeans, and I pop the button, sliding my hand inside.
“Mmm, no underwear,” I whisper as my hand wraps around his hard erection. I pump his length, circling my thumb around the head of his cock, spreading the precum that’s already leaking.
“Jesus, Taylor,” he hisses. “I need to be inside you.”
He takes a small step back, my hand falling away. I watch with wide eyes as he kicks off his jeans and rolls the condom down his length.
“Come here,” he says softly, his hand reaching for mine. I let him guide me around the other side of the desk to his chair and climb on his lap as he sits down. His hands go to my waist and he squeezes gently as he lifts me up, and I sink down onto his length. I let out a long, breathy moan as he fills me, and I lower my head to kiss him.
“God, I can feel you so deep like this,” I mutter against his mouth. He bites gently on my bottom lip, and I open up to him, my tongue colliding with his. He moans into my mouth as I roll my hips, and his fingers grip my waist tighter. My fingers dig into his shoulder as I ride him, and I drop my head back and close my eyes as pleasure races through me.
“Does this feel as good for you as it does for me?” I ask, his hips thrusting up beneath me.
“Fuck! Yes. You feel incredible, Taylor.” His hands go from my waist to my chest, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples. “I’m not going to last, Tay. You feel too good. Tell me you’re close.”
“I am,” I assure him.
One of his hands snakes between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. I drop my head into the crook of his neck as he massages the tiny bundle of nerves, pushing me headlong into an earth-shattering orgasm. My release must trigger his own, and he lets out a moan, his arms slipping around my waist as he holds me against him as we both come down from our orgasms. We’re both breathing hard, and a fine layer of sweat covers our bodies. My head is nestled in his neck, and his arms hold me pressed against him long after our breathing has evened out. When I finally lift my head, his eyes search mine.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
I nod. “Stay at my place tonight?”
He lowers his head and kisses me, which I take as a yes. I’m definitely in way over my head, and I’m beginning to feel things for him I promised I wouldn’t. I assured him I was happy having a friends-with-benefits relationship, that it was just sex. I was kidding myself. I wanted more from the start, and now there are feelings involved, I know I should walk away before my heart gets broken when he inevitably walks away, but I can’t. I know I should, but I can’t.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Seb
“Merry Christmas, Taylor,” I whisper against her hair as she stirs in my arms. She was asleep when I came up last night, and I didn’t want to wake her. She’d left the door on the latch, and I let myself in, climbing into her bed and pulling her into my arms. I fell asleep with her nestled against me. I’ve never just slept when I’ve stayed over; there’s always been sex. That’s what our relationship is, after all. Sex. I can’t help but wonder if it’s becoming more than that, even though that scares the hell out of me.
“Merry Christmas,” she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep. She sits up suddenly, leaning on my bare chest. “You didn’t wake me last night. Unless I was more drunk than I thought.”
I chuckle. “No. I didn’t wake you.”
She frowns. “Why not?”
“I figured you might need your sleep after your workout in my office.” I wink at her and her cheeks flush pink.
She smacks my chest and pouts. “I would have been good for round two,” she says, pressing her lips to my chest.
I flip her onto her back and bring my body over hers. “Is that right?” I whisper, dropping my lips to her neck. She tilts her head to give me better access, and I gently bite her skin before soothing it with my tongue. My lips find hers, and just as things get heated, my phone rings from the pocket of my jeans that I tossed on the floor when I undressed last night.
“Urgh. If that’s Paisley…”
Taylor giggles. “She really has got a sixth sense if it is.”
I reluctantly untangle myself from around her and reach for my jeans. My phone’s still ringing, and I frown when Nash’s name flashes up on the display. It’s early for him to be calling. I hope everything’s okay.
“Hey, Nash,” I say, pressing the phone to my ear.
“Are you home? I’ve been buzzing your apartment but you’re not answering.”
“Umm…” I look at Taylor and cover the phone with my hand. “It’s Nash,” I whisper. “He’s at my place.”
