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Eventually, he’d tell me.
Or, I’d go through with my plan to leave.
I wasn’t going to play the seduction game for more than the year ahead of us, after all.
I would encourage him—but I wouldn’t push the boundaries he had set. If he wanted things to change between us, he was going to have to make that choice.
When we got backto his house, he slipped into the kitchen while I headed upstairs. He didn’t have any chocolate left, so I wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Coffee, maybe? With a shit ton of sugar in it?
I swapped my tight dress for aCoffee & Toffeetee and a thong.
If he wanted me to strip, or to use the huge-ass vibrator he’d given me, he was going to have to ask me to.
Ororderme to.
Ohh, I liked the idea of that last one.
I was pretty sure it would take a while before he decided he was willing to come inside my room at all, though. The future I saw was full of Bash hovering in the doorway, watching me orgasm with hot eyes and a clenched jaw.
And a tent in his pants, of course.
I relaxed on my bed for a minute before slipping my hand between my thighs. My thong stayed on; I wasn’t making anything easy for him.
Or at least, I wasn’t makingeverythingeasy for him.
My breathing picked up, sounds of pleasure beginning to escape me, and Sebastian appeared in the doorway.
He was still wearing that damn suit—and his hair was still perfect.
I wanted to see him mussed.
I wanted to watch him come undone.
I grabbed my vibrator and pressed it to my clit, crying out at the sensation.
My hips arched.
My body rocked.
My chest heaved.
When I shattered, my cries flooded the room, but my eyes were locked with Bash’s.
He wanted meso much.
But it was his choice whether or not he acted on it.
And he didn’t act on it.
He did rake his hand through his hair twice, though, before he stiffly walked to his room. Unlike me, he shut the door behind him.
But I still heard him snarl as he brought himself to release, and couldn’t help the satisfied smile that slipped onto my face.
There was no hurry.
Anastasia was right; eventually, his control would break.
Two weeksof friendship went by quickly, with more clothed-orgasms, and not a peep, request, or command from Bash to take my clothes off or use the vibrator. He fed me as promised, I supplied chocolate, and we went to a nightclub so he could feed for a few minutes twice a week.
