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He leads me into the living room. I glance at the couch, it’s comfy, and it could do in a pinch. Suddenly, Foreigner’s Waiting for A Girl Like You spills from the sound system filling the place with an otherworldly feel. Sebastian gently pulls me into his arms and slips them around my back. He smells incredible and I just want to breathe him in, devour him whole. I slide my hands up his muscular arms thinking about the sleeve of tattoos adorning his right arm. I want to see it, I want to see all of that toned naked flesh…my hands drift across his broad shoulders and clasp around the back of his neck.
Our bodies move in time, swaying easily to the rhythm of the sensual music. Sebastian steps closer to me, closing the breath of space between us. Our bodies are flush against one another, our breathing grows heavier. I lay my head against his chest, he rests his cheek against the top of my head.
Our bodies move in unison to the music, and his leg eases forward, parting my thighs slightly. We hold each other so close, that our heartbeats feel like one. He shifts himself so our groins align as we move against each other. The gyration is subtle, but enough to feel Sebastian’s growing erection. My panties grow moist in response. This is such sweet torture. How long is he going to make us wait?
Our bodies mesh and we move as one. His heart thumps like a bass drum against my cheek. He’s aching for it, every inch of him declares it. Yet he remains fully in control, moving us slowly, his thigh between mine, our hips nearly emulating the sex act.
His hands slide down my back, to my waist, and he pulls me closer. He isrock-hard. It can’t be much longer now. I fear I’m so wet I’ll leave a mark on the fabric of my dress. His hands slip down further, cupping my ass.
A groan rumbles through him as he squeezes my butt. That does it. His mouth finds mine and there is nothing subtle or gentle about his kiss. It’s all passion and burning desire unleashed. His tongue slides in deep as he pulls me closer still, slowly rubbing me up and down the length of his hard cock.
I moan as the tension grows and we’re full-on dirty dancing, pelvises grinding as a tantalizing appetizer to the main course.
The buzzing sound cuts through the air followed by an annoying electric guitar riff ringtone.
“Fuck!” Sebastian growls as he starts to pull away from me.
I grip him. “Can’t it wait?” I pant, refusing to surrender him to the caller.
“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” he says as he hurries toward the kitchen for his phone. “Hold tight, I’ll just be a minute.”
You have got to be fucking kidding me! I’m seriously about to lose it when he goes into his home office and shuts the door behind him.
I’m so angry I could leave, but damn it I want him more than I ever have. And I refuse to leave without being properly fucked, gosh darn it!
I hear Sebastian yelling, and barking orders but it’s all in Russian so I haven’t a clue what he’s saying. Whatever it is, it doesn’t bode well for getting laid tonight. Crap on a cracker!
I begin pacing the floor, not sure what to do with myself. At this rate, a cold shower seems in order. I stare holes through the door Sebastian has disappeared behind. But the door remains shut as his tirade continues.
I go over to my purse and retrieve my phone to check messages. I’m shocked to see a text from Lisa Meadows, a fellow medical student. She’s begging me to switch shifts with her tomorrow. She wants me to take her noon shift in exchange for my 6 am so she can get off in time for some event she needs to attend.
Yes! I think and suddenly I’m glad Sebastian was called away otherwise I’d never have seen Lisa’s message until it was too late.
I quickly text back that yes, I’ll switch shifts with her. I wait a few seconds before I see the three dots indicating that she’s replying.
--Thanks, I owe you!!— she says.
--No worries (smiley face) — I reply.
Delighted, I walk over to the sofa and flop down on it. I check the time. It’s only 8:45 p.m. The night is still young and needn’t be ruined over one phone call. Besides, it sounds like the discussion is finally winding down. Sebastian should be out any second.
But now a second conversation starts up. It’s less heated but there’s a distinct sense of urgency in the tone. That urgency had better be about getting his hot ass back out here.
Oh, God, listen to me. I’ve got to seriously get my hormones under control.
I lay back on the cushions, the exhaustion from back-to-back shifts is finally hitting me. It would serve Sebastian right if I fell asleep on him. And now Fleetwood Mac wafts through the air, the ethereal voice of Stevie Nicks sings Sara.
I freaking love this song! “Places, undoing the laces,” I’m singing along to it when I finally hear the door open. I keep my eyes shut and sing softly along with Stevie.
Sebastian moves before me on the couch, probably looking down at me, but I keep singing as if oblivious.
“That’s when I met my match…”
I startle at the feel of his warm hands on my thighs, my eyes fly open to find him on his knees between my legs. I stare at him. Stevie Nicks is now singing Dreams.
“No apology?” I say testily, only halfway meaning it. “You just going to go right in there, huh?”
His hands freeze in place, but a wolfish grin spreads his lips. “You’d prefer I waste more time talking? Or that I put my tongue to better use?”
