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“Just leave me to sleep,” I whine.
“I’ve got you a caramel latte and some eggs and bacon on cooking. Come, eat and then you can shower.”
Urgh, I hate that he’s being so nice.
Why is he being so nice?
My brow tugs into a frown, trying to remember when I told him what my go to coffee order was. I’m certain I haven’t.
Last night, after he all but dictated that I was going to go to Lake Geneva with him, I called my friend Winnie. We were roommates in college and became fast friends when we ended up having most of our classes together. She also just so happens to be my contact at the firm Sebastian’s using in Chicago.
I thought we would have plenty of time to catch up while I was in town, but that obviously isn’t going to happen now. I’ll admit, I felt a little guilty agreeing to go along with his lie if he paid off my student debt. It’s a lot of money. But then he was an ass, and it made it a little easier.
Despite not drinking much, I had the best time and spent most of the night trying to convince Winnie that she needed to come and visit me in New York, or you know, move to New York.
The smell of bacon wafts in—thanks to Sebastian leaving my door open. I think I’ll sleep in the car—I’m so tired. As I push the covers off, goosebumps prickle my skin, the cold air outside of the comforter drifting over my skin. Not too different from a zombie, I trail my way down the hallway, salivating at the smell of the perfect breakfast food.
My eyes go wide as I come to an abrupt stop in the opening to the kitchen.
Have I woken up in an alternative universe?
I rub my eyes in an effort to clear the mirage standing in front of me.
Sebastian stands in front of the stove with his back to me. This would be a completely normal thing to walk in on if it wasn't for the fact he has no shirt on.
Who cooks food half naked? And bacon, no less!
He’s just standing there looking all tempting, with a pair of gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his bare chest on display. The muscles in his back ripple as he moves what I assume, based on the lack of sizzling, are eggs around the frying pan.
Jesus.
I rub my thighs together to ease the ache that’s building between them.Get your shit together, Alex.A whimper slips through my lips and Sebastian turns, his gaze finding mine before it drops down my body. It’s then I realize I’m still dressed in my oversized t-shirt and nothing else. Not even underwear.
My gaze drops to his chest and over the ridges of his abs. His waist is tapered and I realize that this is only the second time I’ve ever seen him without a shirt on. My greedy eyes drink him in like I’m dying of thirst and he’s a cool glass of water. His muscles ripple as he turns to face me. I knew he had them. It’s obvious even with a shirt on, but they are magnificent.
Would it be weird if I licked his six pack?
He’s fucking perfect.
Of course he is.
“Alex,” he growls.
My head snaps up to focus on him before dropping down his body again. There’s a sternness in his tone, but not like I’m in trouble; it’s just how he speaks. It adds to his sex appeal and right now, I’m finding everything about him so hard to resist.
For a split second, I lift my focus back to his face. I’ve never had an impulse so strong, and before either of us know it, we’re moving toward each other. Our lips crash together, his tongue invading my mouth. As my arms wrap around his neck, he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his hips.
My back slams into the wall of the kitchen as his hands roam under my shirt. Finding nothing underneath, with a growl I feel vibrating in his chest, he breaks the kiss and asks, “You’re naked underneath this?”
I can only nod, as my own hands skate over the muscles in his shoulders and down his back as I take him in greedily. Every time we’ve been together, it’s been rushed and I don’t think this time will be any different.
He brings me back to the moment as his mouth finds my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin at the base, working his way up with nips and licks. Instinctively, I tip my head back to give him more access. I need more.
As his lips coast over the shell of my ear, he murmurs, “I’m going to fuck you so hard that even when I’m no longer inside you, you’re still going to feel me there.” He dips his fingers into my already drenched pussy. “I’m going to fill up your perfect little cunt until it’s stretched around my cock and you’re begging me to stop because you can’t take anymore.”
The heat of his body pressed against mine through the t-shirt I’m wearing and the dirty words he’s just spoken are like a match to a flame, igniting a fire inside of me.
“Bastian,” I moan.
