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I wash my face and brush my teeth. By the time I finish, he’s climbed into bed and turned out the lights. I slip under the covers and nuzzle into him. Again, he neither pushes me away nor reciprocates. I swear, he might as well be a life-size Ken doll lying next to me.
Fine, let’s see him ignore this. I slowly caress his lower abdomen. My fingers play with the patch of hair trailing down from his belly button. I slip my hand lower into the waistband of his boxer briefs. By the time my hand reaches his dick, it’s already semi-hard. I begin kissing his shoulder and chest, slowly making my way down his abdomen, all the while fondling his manhood.
He’s fully hard in my hand, and I’ve grown wet with anticipation. But first I plan to give him a rare treat. I part my mouth and lean in.
“Not tonight,” he says tersely, shifting away. “I’m tired.”
I can’t believe he’s playing this hard to get. Based on the abundant evidence, he’s totallyupfor it. I persist. “I think he’d beg to differ,” I say, and reach over to stroke his cock.
He grips my wrist firmly and thrusts my hand away. “I said not tonight, Madison. Just go to sleep.” With that he rolls over, turning his back to me.
I sit there stunned, not to mention, extremely frustrated. It’s either going to be a cold shower or my vibrators getting a good workout. Shit, I didn’t bring it. I never thought I’d need it being with someone as insatiable as Sebastian Petrosky.
At least now I know, piss him off, and you get the cold cock treatment.
The next morning, I awaken to find Sebastian’s side of the bed empty. I check the time, it’s only 6 a.m. Has he gone to work already without saying a word to me? This is getting ridiculous.
I throw off the comforter and pad across the hardwood floors to the bathroom. I step inside the large glass enclosure and turn on the rain shower head. I stand under it for several minutes trying to figure out what exactly is going on. Sebastian’s reaction seems way over the top. Or am I under-reacting?
How would I feel if I gave Sebastian a high-end performance car and then I found out he was late coming home because he was out driving around a female colleague who had the major hots for him? Just the thought of it suddenly makes my blood boil. I would be furious.
And then if I called him on it and he responded in a callous, flippant manner, how willing would I be to give him some good loving that night?
Oh, jeez. What have I done?
I finish showering and wrap a towel around me. I’ve got to call Sebastian and apologize, really apologize this time.
I pick up my cell phone and ring him. He usually picks it up before the second ring, we’re on the 5th,and no answer. It goes to voicemail.
I try again. “Come on, Sebastian, pick up!” No luck, I get voicemail again. “Damn.”
Should I go see him at his office? Or would that only make things worse? Besides, he’s on the opposite side of town, there’s no way I could make it there and make it to work on time. I’ll just have to keep trying him throughout the day.
As I quickly dress, I silently curse Andrew for inadvertently causing this mess. Or maybe I should blame the rain. Better yet, my bad judgment.
I pull on my shoes and grab my bag. I fly down the stairs determined to make it to the office in time to compose a sufficiently apologetic text to Sebastian. I’m in such a hurry that I almost don’t notice him sitting in his office at his PC. I slide to a stop on the polished cement floors.
“Sebastian,” I say full of relief and joy at seeing him. He hadn’t left without a word.
I drop my bag and rush into the room as he eyes me dubiously.
“Sebastian, I am so sorry. It was so stupid and thoughtless of me to give Andrew a ride. Nothing like that will ever happen again, I promise. I’d have been just as angry if you’d done the same. I wasn’t thinking, but now I get it and I’m really, really sorry.”
He remains seated, his expression is inscrutable as he stares at me. I stand there patiently awaiting his verdict, hoping like hell this worked.
He finally holds out his hand to me.
I’m forgiven! I reach out to take it.
“No,” he snaps, retracting his hand. “I want the keys to the Porsche, if you have so little respect for my gift, you can go back to riding public transportation.”
My mouth drops open in shock.
His face springs into a broad smile. “I’m kidding. Apology accepted.”
“Arrgh, you!” I growl playfully as I lunge at him.
He’s laughing as he grabs me and pulls me into his lap. My emotions are all jumbled as I’m thrilled to be back in Sebastian’s arms but annoyed at the whole sorry scenario. Time is precious for us, and we just blew a whole evening on this nonsense.
