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I need him.
This.
He spreads my legs, and his fingertips slowly trail up my inner thigh. Our eyes are locked, and the air between us is electric. He dusts the back of his fingers over the lips of my sex, and a trace of a smile crosses his face. “Just as I suspected, thirty, seven point two,” he whispers.
I giggle, best thermometer ever.
Unable to control it, my legs spread wider, and I put my top leg over his body to completely open myself up to him.
In.
I want you in.
His fingers start to circle my lips, and I hold my breath.
Deeper and deeper.
Oh…
He slowly slides a thick finger in, and we both inhale sharply as his lips take mine.
He adds another finger, and my eyes flutter closed. He takes both fingers out and explores again. He circles them over my back entrance, and I hold my breath again. “Why don’t we have sex here?” he asks. His voice is soft and husky. Aroused.
“That’s not my thing. We will never have sex there.”
“Have you done it before?”
I give a subtle shake of my head. “No.”
His eyes blaze with desire and I can almost hear his psyche screaming with excitement. “Why not?”
“It’s too much.”
“Too much what?” He whispers as he bends and bites my nipple through my shirt. He slides his thumb deep into my sex, his fingers still exploring that forbidden zone.
The double pleasure sensation makes my mouth fall open as we stare at each other.
“I’m saving that for my forever man.”
He smiles as he kisses me, his pinkie inching in a little. The feeling of his thumb pumping deep inside of me and his pinkie finger hovering there does things to me, and I moan with a shudder.
The need for a deeper connection steals my breath.
Fuck, yes.
He bites my bottom lip. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this. I can feel the need in your body.” His tongue delves deep into my mouth as he kisses my passionately, and I can’t deny it. When he touches me there, it feels too good. Who am I kidding? Every touch from Sebastian Garcia is out of this world.
He rolls over me and spreads my legs, just as the doorbell rings out from downstairs. He frowns, and keeps kissing me, but it rings again. His phone begins to buzz on the side table.
“Fuck off!” he snaps, annoyed at the interruption.
The doorbell rings once more, and another text comes in.
“Check who it is?” I whisper.
He sits up and reads his phone. It’s a message from Bart.
I’m at your front door.
He rolls his eyes and sits up. “Bart’s here.”
“Oh god.” My body is screaming out for more. “It’s okay, you go.”
He exhales heavily and stands. He leans down, and with his hands on the mattress above my head, he kisses me. “Don’t move a muscle.”
“You think I’m just going to lie here with my legs spread, waiting for your return?”
“You’d better.” He stands and rearranges his dick in his track pants. He pulls an oversized sweater on and checks himself in the mirror. “Don’t want to be scaring Bart with my hungry dick,” he mutters.
I lie still, all hot and flustered. “I’m pretty sure Bart’s seen hungry dicks before.”
“True.”
Ahh, so he knows Bart is gay. Another piece of the puzzle I didn’t know. I wonder if he knows about Jeremy.
He disappears downstairs, and I lie in bed. I hear him open the door, followed by Bart’s distinctive voice.
I sit up so I can listen. Their voices are muffled. I quickly get dressed and head to the door and out into the hallway.
“Well, what was she doing here?” I hear Bart ask.
“Looking for something,” Sebastian replies.
“Like what? Where was she?”
“My office. I’ll show you the drawer she was in.” I hear them walk down the hallway and into Sebastian’s office.
I wonder how long Bart has been dealing with Helena’s bullshit. He’s been with Sebastian for a while, but I don’t think she’s done anything like this for years. Although I could be wrong. I slink down to sit on the top step as I wait for them to finish.
What was that bitch doing here?
I get a memory of her hiding something behind her back. Damn it, why didn’t I grab it from her? What was it?
Their voices become loud again as they walk toward the front door.
“You tell me now,” Bart says. “If there are any skeletons you are hiding, anything that you could think of that she could dig up, I need to know.”
“No. Nothing new,” Sebastian replies.
“It’s okay if there is, but I need to know now so that I can act before the story hits.”
Shit.
I can’t sit here and pretend like there’s not something he should know. It’s only a matter of time before Helena works out who I am. Bart is my boss. He deserves the truth.
