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After a few moments, Bastian walks back into the room with a cloth in his hand. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he walks toward me. His eyes roam over my body, heated with his need for me.
He stands tall above me, and I hold my hand out for the cloth.
“Move to the edge of the couch and spread your legs,” he commands.
I consider for a fraction of a second arguing with him, but I decide against it as I maneuver myself to the edge. My knees meet, not quite ready to bare myself to him fully when he’s still dripping from me. He takes a knee in front of me, pushing my legs apart, before lifting one and placing it on his thigh.
“I think this might be my favorite thing. You look so perfect like this.”
His touch is gentle as he cleans me up. It shouldn’t be sexual, but it turns me on, seeing this larger than life man on his knees in front of me, cleaning our mixed arousal from my thighs.
When he’s done, he discards the cloth on the coffee table. He takes a seat on the couch next to me, maneuvering my legs onto his lap. Over the last six weeks, we’ve been in this exact position hundreds of times and it’s been relaxing, but right now it’s anything but. All I can think about is how this seems to have become so complicated over the last few months.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the days when I hated him, because then I wouldn’t want the things I do now. It was so much easier then. When I was certain of my feelings for him and his for me.
“I can practically hear the cogs turning. What are you thinking?” His hand smooths up and down my bare legs.
“I’m just wondering why George said he hadn’t heard from you in a while,” I lie. I have been wondering but it definitely wasn’t what I was just thinking about.
His chest jumps as he chuckles, “That’s what you’re thinking about right after I just made you orgasm twice? Damn, I need to work on my game.”
“I don’t think you need your ego inflating any bigger than it already is, so answer the question, Bastian.”
He holds his hands up, as if to ward me off. “Okay, princess. He said he hadn’t heard from me in a while because he hadn’t.”
Oh, my God, why does he have to be so difficult?
I can’t contain the eye roll that unleashes, sending my eyes to the back of my head. “But why? It’s been six weeks since we came back.”
“I think maybe I need to take your mind off of George Bennett. I can’t have him occupying my girl’s thoughts so soon after I’ve filled her pussy with my cum. It’s unconscionable.”
My girl.
For a moment, I’m distracted by the fact he’s called me his. As I feel his hand skate higher up my thigh, I slam back into the present.
“Bastian, stop avoiding the question and answer it,” I demand, my voice filled with authority.
He heaves out a heavy breath as he relaxes back into the couch. “I didn’t reach out to him after we came back because your accident put things into perspective. I don’t need that specific club, and I sure as hell don’t need to jump through hoops to please him. Does that answer the question?”
I nod my head as a million questions fight for supremacy in my mind. If he doesn’t want the club any more then why are we doing the staged wedding? He could have come clean to George even after I said we were married.
There was a hint of venom in his tone, which I know wasn’t directed at me. So, does he not like George? Is that what all of this is about?
My eyes get heavy from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. With his hand smoothing up and down my leg, I succumb to the sleep that’s dragging me under. All the questions I’m yet to have answers to, swirling around in my mind.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Sebastian
As soon as I have my revenge, I’ll talk to Alex and convince her that what we have is enough. She’ll see that how it’s been with us these last few weeks is good. In fact, it’s more than good. We have a connection. She’s been consuming my thoughts, and I’m not entirely mad about it.
My mind goes to the events of last Saturday. I wasn’t expecting her to come to Passion that night but, as with every time she comes to the club, I knew the second she walked in.
When she stepped into my office, it was like everything that was wrong, righted itself. I need her like I need air to breathe.
Fuck, I’m getting in so deep with her.
Holding her in my arms felt right, and having her in my lap, telling me she didn’t want anything between us, it fucking blew my mind. That this woman,Alex, wanted me in that way.Bare. With nothing between us. She put her trust inme.
