Mr Garcia (Mr Series)
Mr Garcia: Chapter 14

He kisses me deeper this time, and I melt into him as his tongue dances seductively against mine. We lose control, and he slams me up against the wall. My hands go to his hair while his hands go to my behind, and he grinds me onto his hard, waiting cock.

This is bad.

Real bad.

I’m here with another man.

I step back and pull out of his grip. “Stop it,” I pant.

“You want me.”

“N-not like this,” I stammer.

He grabs me again and kisses me hard. My sex clenches in appreciation. Fuck, I love his dominance. Nobody takes control of my body like Sebastian Garcia.

I had forgotten what he was like.

“Sebastian,” I whimper into his mouth as an ache of submission begins to throb between my legs.

“My place,” he pants, and I know he’s losing it, too. He slams me harder against the wall, lifting my leg around his hip. “I fucking need you.” His lips go to my neck, and he bites me hard. “You’re all I can think about.”

My head tips back as goosebumps scatter up my spine.

I’m making out with someone in the bathroom while on a date with someone else. I am a dirty whore.

But worse than that, I’m being a dirty whore with a bastard.

“Stop it,” I whisper angrily.

I turn to open the door in a rush.

He grabs my arm and pulls me back toward him. “I need to see you. Tonight.” He kisses me again. “Don’t leave me in this state.”

“Sebastian.” I pull out of his grip once more. “Get it through your head…I’m not going there with you again.”

God… I want to.

In one quick movement, he reaches down and puts his hand up my dress and through the side of my panties. He slides his fingertips through my sex.

He smiles darkly when he replaces the evidence he was searching for. “Dripping wet, babygirl.”

He rubs his thumb back and forth over my clitoris, and I shudder.

He grabs my face and puts his mouth to my ear. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me.” He slides three thick fingers deep into my sex, and I whimper, the grip on my face near painful. “We will fuck again, April.” He licks up the side of my face. “Mark my words.” His fingers pump me hard. “You’re going to be naked, wet, and full of my fucking come.”

He bites my bottom lip and then pushes off me. He opens the door and leaves in a rush.

I fall back against the wall and look up at the ceiling.

Hell.

My heart is racing, I’m gasping for air.

And, oh boy, I need to be fucked.

I close my eyes, feeling my pulse throughout my entire body. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I wash my hands and try to pull myself together.

Now I have to go back out there to Duke.

I’m such an asshole.

I rush back to the table and sit down. “I don’t feel so well.”

Duke’s face falls. “You okay?”

“Not really.” I just need this night over with. “I’m so sorry. Do you mind if we just go home? I feel like I may throw up,” I lie.

“Sure thing,” Duke says. “Come on, you’ll be okay.” He puts his arm around me and leads me up the hall toward the exit. We walk back out into the restaurant and through to the cashier.

While Duke pays the bill, I glance over to see Sebastian’s furious eyes holding mine.

Fuck.

I’m still thumping with arousal. Everything inside me is screaming for his body. Duke turns to me. “You ready?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” I give him a sad smile.

I’m sorry for everything.

Get me the fuck out of here.

Sebastian

April and her date walk out of the corridor and to the front desk.

Is he paying the bill? Surely not.

I glance over to their table to see their cocktails are still full, waiting for their return. I watch on as he takes out his wallet and pays the cashier.

She’s leaving… with him.

I clench my jaw as I feel my temper rise.

“Do you go to the gym?” my date asks.

But I’m too focused on April, whose eyes rise to meet mine before she quickly pulls them away.

She is going home with him, so he can put out the fire that I started.

No.

No fucking way!

I inhale deeply to try and control myself. I can feel my pulse racing as adrenaline surges through me.

Stop her.

I clench my hands into fists on my legs. I get a vision of April and me in the bathroom. Not eight minutes ago… and now she’s leaving with him.

“Sebastian?” Marina prompts me.

My eyes flick to her. “I’m sorry,” I frown. Fuck. “My apologies. I… I didn’t hear you.”

“I asked if you went to the gym.”

“Yes.” I sip my drink as my eyes rise to April again. She’s waiting for him to pay the bill. He’s talking and being friendly to the cashier. “Do you go to the gym?” I ask Marina, focusing back on her.

Who am I kidding? I’m being anything but polite here. This poor woman is the very last thing on my mind.

Why the hell did I agree to this date?

“Yes, I’m a real fitness fanatic,” she smiles. “I like to run in marathons, too.”

My gaze rises to April across the restaurant yet again. Her date puts his arm around her and kisses her temple before they walk out of the restaurant together, arm in arm. My stomach twists as I fight every urge I have to run after her.

Fuck.

I imagine the two of them having sex, and my head feels like it’s about to explode.

Go out there and drag her out of his car. Do it now! What the fuck are you waiting for? Don’t let her leave with him.

Stop, stop, stop!

Five minutes of insanity tonight will be tomorrow’s headlines.

Deputy prime minister goes batshit crazy and drags his female lawyer from a car.

I drain my glass, and then I drag my hand down my face. I’m hot and clammy and on the fucking edge of control.

“Are you okay?” Marina asks.

My eyes come back to her. Shit.

I force a smile. “I’m sorry. I just got some news about work, and I’m terribly distracted. Please forgive me.”

“Is everything all right?”

I nod, barely able to push the words past my lips. “Just…” I pause as I try to think of a suitable lie. “I have an urgent meeting that has just been scheduled for tomorrow, and I have to prepare. Just running through it in my mind.”

“Oh.” Her face falls. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” I smile. “I may have to retire early tonight after we have dinner. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Okay.”

That’s not a complete lie. I do have something urgent on my agenda for tomorrow.

I need to get April fucking Bennet off my mind.

This has to stop… now.

2:00 a.m.

My finger hovers over April’s name in my phone.

I’m naked, in bed, with my legs spread.

Alone in the darkness.

I go to dial her number, but then I remind myself that she’s with him.

I throw my phone onto the floor in disgust.

My hand glides through the oil over the end of my hard cock. I’ve jerked off numerous times tonight, and none of them have tamed the tiger. Nothing on Earth could.

I need her.

I need one thing and one thing only.

April fucking Bennet.

I grip myself with force and begin to stroke hard. My legs part farther. The sound of the slick oil around my fingers echoes throughout the room, and I tip my head back to the ceiling.

I’m wet with perspiration. My grip is painful.

If I make it hurt, it will take the need away.

It has to. I can’t go on like this.

I turn the incline up on the treadmill and run faster. I’ve trained hard this morning.

Adrenaline has stolen my sleep, and I’m in a world of regret.

I should have stopped her. I should have dragged her out of his fucking car.

I should have brought her back here and given her what was hers to have.

But I didn’t, and it’s done now.

And I’m moving the fuck on.

Screw her and her tempting little ass.

I hear my front door open, and moments later, Spencer comes into view. He has two cups of coffee in his hands as well as two papers rolled up under his arm.

“Hey.” He looks me up and down as I run. “It’s Sunday morning. What the fuck are you doing?”

“Training,” I pant.

He screws up his face in disgust and walks back into the kitchen.

I hit pause and walk through the cool down until I eventually walk out to replace him sitting at the table, engrossed in his newspaper.

This Sunday morning coffee thing we have is a ritual. Charlotte, his wife, goes to church with her father, and Spencer visits with me.

I peel my wet T-shirt off over my head, and I put it in the laundry.

“How was your date?” Spencer asks without looking up.

“Fucked up.” I walk to the refrigerator and pour myself a glass of water. “The whole thing is one massive fuck up.”

He chuckles as he turns the page. “That good, hey?”

I pick up my phone off the counter and check it. No missed calls. “Un-fucking-believable,” I mutter under my breath.

“What is?” Spencer asks, his eyes not leaving his paper.

“I thought she would at least have the audacity to call me.” I sip my water. “I mean, she did leave with someone else.”

He finally looks up. “Who did? Your date?”

“No, not her. April.”

He frowns. “Who?”

“Do you fucking listen to me at all?”

He frowns. “I’m lost.”

“The fucking girl. The lawyer from my office. April Bennet.”

His eyes widen. “Oh, the Escape Girl.”

I sip my coffee and shake my head.

Spencer puts his hands on his temples. “Hang on, so you went on a date with one woman, but instead you saw April?”

“Yes, and I followed her to the bathroom, and we made out. She was all fucking wet and hot for me, and then she kicked me out and went home with her date.”

His eyes hold mine. “You made out in a bathroom with your employee who was there with another man, all while you were with another woman?”

“Yes! Do you not see my fucking problem?”

“Oh, I see it, you fucking idiot,” he tuts. “Are you stupid?”

I take a seat beside him. “And I’m obsessed with this woman. I need to cut this shit out because I have no fucking skin left on my dick. It isn’t possible to pull it any more than I already have.”

He chuckles and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Christ almighty.”

I put my head into my hands in dismay.

“Who is she?”

I look up at him. “You met her already.”

“When?”

“At the Charity auction, remember? She told you and Masters off.”

Spencer’s eyes widen. “The insanely hot blonde one.”

“That’s her, and the worst part about it is that I feel like I already know her.”

“What do you mean?”

I shrug. “I can’t explain it. There’s this familiarity between us. It’s so weird because I’ve never had it with anyone else before. I mean, it’s like I know her, but I know I don’t.” I throw my hands up. “I can’t explain it.”

“Wait,” he frowns. “So, did she sleep with Brandon back then?”

“Maybe… no,” I shrug. “I’m ninety percent sure she didn’t.”

“But he liked her?”

“Thought he was in love with her, actually.”

Spencer winces. “This shit is too fucking messy, even for me.”

I push my fingers into my eyes. “I want this woman, but I can’t have her. There’s no way I could ever officially ask her out on a date or anything.”

“Why not?”

“Come on,” I roll my eyes. “Can you imagine the fucking scandal if it were ever found out by the press? She works for me, and she’s got a famous boyfriend.”

“Jesus,” Spencer sighs.

I sip my coffee.

“So, she was a call girl?” he asks.

“She said I was her first and only client.”

“You don’t believe her?”

“I have no idea what to believe anymore.”

His eyes hold mine. “You really liked her?”

I shrug.

“Well, I’d be replaceing out what happened with Brandon if I were you,” Spence says. “If only for interest’s sake.”

I exhale heavily. “That changes nothing, though. I’m putting her out of my head once and for all. Nothing good can come of this.”

Spence sips his coffee and goes back to his paper. “What are you going to do about your dick?”

“Cut the fucker off.”

“Good, do it today.” He casually turns the page of his newspaper.

The phone rings, and I wait for Brandon to pick up. Spencer was right. I need to know what went on back then, if only for interest’s sake.

“Hey, Dad,” he answers eagerly.

“Hello, son.” My heart melts at the sound of his voice. I love this kid.

Not such a kid anymore. An adult now. “How are things?”

“Good. Busy. Emma isn’t sleeping.”

I chuckle. “The joys of a newborn baby.”

“God, it’s hard.”

“How’s Mila?” I ask.

“Tired, teary.”

I frown, that doesn’t sound good. “Is she alright?”

He exhales. “A new baby is just exhausting.”

“Yeah, keep an eye on her, though. You’re helping out, right?”

“As much as I can with work.”

“Do you need me to come over?”

“Dad,” he sighs. “You can’t. You’re busy enough with your own shit.”

“You’re more important. Say the word, and I’ll be there.”

“Thanks.” I can tell he’s smiling. “How’s Bentley?”

I smile at the mention of my beloved dog. “Old and grumpy.”

He laughs. “Like you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I smile. “Hey, guess who I bumped into?”

“Who?”

I wince as I prepare myself to say it. “Remember April Bennet?”

He falls silent.

I close my eyes.

Fuck.

“She’s a lawyer now. She’s actually working with one of my lawyers,” I say.

“Is she… married?”

“Not sure.” I bite my lip. Brandon and I have never discussed April since the day he brought her to my house. He was so angry with me for months afterwards. She was the last thing I wanted to bring up in conversation once things returned to normal.

The way I handled that entire situation is one of my biggest regrets.

“Have you spoken to April since then?” I ask.

“Not once.”

“I thought…”

He exhales heavily. “It was one-sided, Dad. I see that now. At the time, I didn’t.”

I close my eyes as relief fills me. “So, you two never…?”

“No. The first time we kissed was at your front door.”

I stay silent, unsure what to say next.

“Say hello to her for me,” he says.

“I will.” I try to change the subject. “Hey, try and talk your mother into coming over, will you?”

“Yes,” he laughs. “How long has she got to use her plane ticket?”

“Well, I bought it for her when she got back from when Emma was born. It’s valid for twelve months, I think, so another nine months or so.”

“Okay, I’ll work on her.”

I hear the baby crying in the background. “Emma’s lungs are working then?”

“Ha, yes. I’d better go. Thanks for calling. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” I hang up and pour myself a glass of wine.

I sit at the kitchen counter as my mind wanders.

She was telling the truth.

Hmm…interesting.

April

I sit in the back of the black Audi with Jeremy. The windows are tinted, as is the case with all the government cars. A security guard is driving.

This is a whole new world to me.

It’s Monday morning, and a cavalcade of cars are parked. We are all waiting for Sebastian Garcia to join us. He’s mid press conference now, and once finished, his entourage is heading to Wales.

There are nine cars in total, including his advisors, his crisis management team—Bart, Jeremy and his security. This afternoon, he’s opening a hospital, has to speak at a luncheon and visit a school. Tomorrow, he’s going to an opening ceremony at a university, and then he has a string of other engagements over the next few days.

It’s been a long weekend after seeing him on Saturday night. He hasn’t contacted me since.

Not that I wanted him to, of course. But I do wonder if he ended up sleeping with his date, and that’s why he didn’t call.

I spoke to Eliza for an hour last night on the phone, and she thinks that I don’t have closure between the two of us and that this is the problem, and perhaps she’s right. I do seem to have a lot of unsaid words I want to say to him.

Maybe I should just blurt them all out and get it over with.

Bart is in the car in front of ours, so it’s just Jeremy and I for the three-hour long drive. I’m looking forward to getting to know him a little better. He’s very guarded with Bart around, but perhaps he’s just being professional.

There’s a flurry of people on the front steps, and I know Sebastian is close. People seem to run when he’s around. His personality dominates those of his co-workers.

It will be very interesting to see him when the Prime Minister returns. At the moment, he seems to be running everything around here.

Sebastian walks out into my view. He’s wearing a perfectly fitted charcoal suit with a white shirt and navy tie. His black hair has a little wave to it, and his dark olive skin sets off the whole alluring look.

There’s no denying it, Sebastian Garcia is a gorgeous looking man.

Of Spanish descent, if I remember correctly.

I twist my fingers in my lap as I watch him talk to the woman at his side as they walk down the steps. They’re deep in conversation, and he doesn’t look up.

The woman is Kellan Chesterfield, his closest advisor. She’s well respected and intelligent. She has a master’s degree in economics and politics.

She’s beautiful with her dark hair and big pouty lips. Add to that, a figure to die for, and I’m not jealous of her at all.

“He isn’t into her,” Jeremy says casually.

I frown as I turn to look at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“Just in case you wanted to know,” Jeremy shrugs.

“Why would I want to know that?” Fuck….am I that obvious?

Jeremy sips his takeaway coffee as we watch Sebastian and Kellan getting into the same car.

She gets to drive with him.

“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” Jeremy asks.

“What’s obvious?”

“I’m just saying that when you’re in the room, Sebastian Garcia sees no one else.”

“What?”

The car pulls out into the line of black government vehicles. “Oh, come on, April. You must see it.”

“See what?” I act innocent because I want Jeremy to elaborate so that I can feed my sick addiction to this man.

“Garcia is into you.”

“Why would you say that?”

“The way he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me?” I feel excitement stirring deep in the pit of my stomach.

Stop it.

“Like you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. “I don’t think so.”

“I know so.” Jeremy puts his head back against the headrest and looks out of the window.

I twist my fingers on my lap as I carefully plan my next question. Jeremy is the one person who knows a lot about Sebastian.

“I think he has a girlfriend, anyway.”

“Nope,” he smirks. “Been single for years. Had a wife once, though. Total bitch.”

Don’t I know that.

“Really?” I act surprised.

“Yeah, and she wants him back.”

“Who told you that?”

“It’s no secret.”

I frown as I try to think on my feet. “I thought I read somewhere that she’d had an affair, though?”

“I think he was away all the time, working. No idea what happened really.” He shrugs. “She’d have to be a fucking idiot to cheat on him. He’s totally gorgeous.”

I smile, knowing my suspicions were right. Jeremy is gay. “He is,” I agree. “Not my type, though.”

“Oh, please,” he huffs. “Garcia is everybody’s type. I bet he’d be all dominant in bed, too.”

You have no idea.

“Maybe one day you’ll replace out,” I tease.

He chuckles. “I wish.” His head goes back to the headrest again. “But I’m taken.”

“By Bart?”

“You’re not the only one who notices things around here.” I smile.

His eyes hold mine.

“Relax,” I sigh as I put my head back onto the headrest. “I need a fucking ally around here. Your secrets are safe with me. I’ve got enough of my own shit going on to worry about you and Bart.”

He smiles, as if relieved.

I sigh. “What happens on these trips away, anyway? Tell me everything.”

It’s 6:00 p.m., and I’m exhausted.

How in the hell is Sebastian doing this? He has constantly been switched on, and when I say on, I mean in the spotlight, being interviewed since 8:00 a.m. He did the press conference this morning, then we drove the three hours down to Wales. He opened the hospital, spoke at a luncheon, did another press conference, and then he visited a school.

He hasn’t looked at me once.

Not once.

And I know because I’ve been watching him all day.

I also know how this is going to go. I’m going to be pining over him now, being all pathetic and remembering how his body felt inside mine. I’m actually glad he’s not looking at me; I really am.

But seriously… not even a glance? I mean, fuck me.

Did I completely imagine Saturday night?

We’ve just arrived at our hotel now. Taylah, Sebastian’s PA, is handing out the keys. She came early and organized a group check-in for everyone.

The foyer is grand and large. It’s like an old castle that has been done up into a swanky hotel. The bar is off to the left of the foyer and has a large open fire and warm furnishings with a deep red carpet. It’s beautiful, like something in a magazine.

One by one, everyone gets their keys and heads into the bar. I get to Taylah, and she digs through her bundle of keys and reads from her folder.

“Hello, April.” She hands me my key. “Level six, room 212. Your luggage will be taken straight up by concierge.”

“Thanks.” I take it from her.

“Dinner is down here in the restaurant, pretty much straight away. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay, great.”

I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up. I’m tired as hell. I’m going to sneak up to my room and have a quick shower and a cup of tea first.

Hell, room service sounds good, actually. This political shit is tiring.

I take the lift up to level six and walk down the large corridor. Exotic, antique art hangs on the walls, and I smile to myself.

“Wow,” I whisper.

I open the door to replace an oversized, four-poster bed made from dark wood sitting in the middle of the room. “Beautiful.” I walk in, put my handbag down, and I look around.

There’s a huge bathroom made from cream marble. I pull the drapes back and stare out at the street below. There are little lanterns lighting up the street, and it feels like this is from a fairy tale book or something.

“Wow. I love this place.”

I flick the kettle on and strip off to take a hot shower. I will go back downstairs in a bit, if only to eat.

Once out of the shower, I wrap myself up in the hotel’s white robe, and I make myself a cup of tea. Three nights spent in this place is going to be a dream. I turn the television on and flick through the channels when I hear a knock coming from somewhere.

I walk over and put my ear to the back of the door.

I hear a knock again, but it’s not coming from here. It must be someone knocking on someone else’s door down the corridor.

Hmm, I walk back and sit down only to hear the knock again.

Wait, it’s coming from the connecting door in my room that I didn’t notice before.

I walk over to it, and there’s a knock again.

“Hello?” I call through it.

“Hello.” I hear a deep voice. “Open the door.”

Huh?

I turn the lock and open the door to see Sebastian standing there.

I frown. “What are you doing?”

“Knocking on your door. What does it look like? Yes, I know,” he mutters dryly as he walks past me and into my room. “Connecting rooms. What a coincidence.”

He’s wearing a black dinner suit, ready for his night out. He’s freshly showered, God, he smells good.

My eyes widen. “You organized connecting rooms?” I whisper, looking around.

“You don’t have to whisper; nobody can hear us. We’re the only ones from our party on this floor.”

“Oh my God, Sebastian.”

“How else am I going to get to talk to you?”

I stare at him, lost for words. “Are you for real?” I whisper again.

“Stop whispering.”

I put my hands over my face. “This looks so bad.”

“Nobody fucking cares.” He sits on my bed. “Sit down.” He gestures to my chair.

“What?”

“Sit down. I have to go out, and I want to talk to you for five minutes before I go.”

“Sebastian.”

“Sit the fuck down and listen to me, April. I’m not leaving until you do.”

I glare at him as I drop into the seat.

He sits on the edge of my bed, leans over, and he drops his elbows to his knees. “I want to talk to you about the night you came to my house with Brandon.”

I clench my jaw as anger fills me. Just the mentioning of that night drives me mad.

His big brown eyes hold mine, and he exhales. “You have to understand that a parent needs to put their child before themselves. Brandon…” He pauses, and his gaze drops to the carpet. “He’d been talking about this girl he was in love with for weeks. When he turned up, and I saw that it was you…” His eyes rise to meet mine, and he swallows. “It threw me, April. I was so angry at you for betraying him… with me. I lashed out.”

I open my mouth to say something, but he holds his hand up to stop me. “Let me finish, please.”

I stay silent.

“I said horrible things to make you leave. My only intent at the time was to protect him from you. I knew I couldn’t deal with you and him, or the possibility that the two of you had been together.”

My heart constricts.

“I should never have told him where we met—’

“We didn’t meet there,” I interrupt.

He rolls his lips. “I wanted him to immediately stop wanting you.” His eyes hold mine. “And somewhere in my deranged mind, I knew that if I told him we had slept together, it would kill two birds with the one stone. It would make you leave. It would make you not…” His voice trails off.

“Not what?”

He drops his head as if ashamed. “It would end what you had with him.”

What?

He raises his chin. “I apologize for that night. I didn’t mean to uncover your secrets in the most hurtful way. It was selfish.”

I stay silent, unsure of what to say.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you sleeping with him,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine.

“I didn’t.”

“I know that now but back then…”He runs his hand through his hair. “There would be only one thing worse than not having you myself, and that would be watching you with my son.”

We stare at each other as a river of regret runs between us.

I drag my eyes away. This is too intense.

“Who is his mother?” I ask.

“My sister.”

I frown in confusion.

“Brandon is my nephew. His father left when he was eighteen months old, and I stepped in. He had attachment issues, and I…” He frowns, as if pained. “He’s so soft-hearted, I couldn’t bear that you hurt him. I thought that you were his first love, and that you were fucking me behind his back.”

“So, you broke my heart… to save his,” I whisper.

“I did my job.” His face falls. “I protected my child,” he whispers. “And your heart wasn’t the only one I broke that day.”

He stands and walks to the door.

“B-Brandon never loved me,” I stammer. “His heart wasn’t broken.”

He turns back to me. “I wasn’t talking about Brandon.” He turns and walks through the connecting door.

It closes with a sharp click.

I drop to sit on the bed, shocked to my core. What does that mean?

Fuck.

Bang sounds the door as it closes.

Sebastian is back. I scramble to pick up my phone to see the time.

1:00 a.m.

My mind is a clusterfuck of confusion. I’ve been overanalyzing everything all night.

The way Sebastian spoke earlier sounded like he had feelings for me back then, too.

Maybe I misunderstood.

Maybe he meant to say that Brandon was all that mattered to him.

I guess it doesn’t matter now, anyway, but the admission that he had done the wrong thing means a lot to me.

I hear the water turn on next door, and I know he’s taking a shower.

Is he going to knock on the door for me?

I lie in the darkness, on high alert, and I wait.

The thing about thinking that you know what’s going to happen is that you don’t.

Sebastian didn’t knock on my door last night.

He hasn’t looked my way once today, either.

In between all his engagements, he’s been deep in discussion with Kellan all day through, and I hate to admit it, but it bothers me.

It shouldn’t, but it does.

We have had another full day, and now we are back at the hotel. We’ve had dinner, and we are now in the bar having a few drinks. Sebastian is sitting with three men and Kellan, while I am at the bar with Jeremy.

It’s like Sebastian doesn’t know me when we are in public, but then I guess, he doesn’t really. So, he’s not acting, he’s really just telling the truth.

This is all just one big, convoluted mess, and I need to go to bed before I drink too much.

“I’m going to head up to my room,” I tell Jeremy.

“Okay,” he smiles.

“See you tomorrow.”

I walk out of the bar before looking across the room. I don’t want him to know I’m leaving. Not that he would notice, anyway.

I take the elevator. I’m having a hot shower, and I’m going straight to sleep.

I’m exhausted.

I wake with a start. The room is semi-dark, but something feels off.

I try to focus my eyes, but I know that Sebastian is in here.

I can feel him… and then I see him.

He’s sitting in the corner chair in the dark. He’s holding a glass full of an amber fluid, still wearing his navy suit.

“Sebastian,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

Silence.

“Sebastian?” I prompt.

“Breathing you in,” his deep voice purrs.

He lifts his glass to his lips and takes a long, slow sip as he watches me.

My heart races in my chest. He’s so intense. So serious.

So fucking hot.

“There’s nothing more intoxicating than the scent of the woman you want,” he whispers darkly.

His tongue darts out and swipes over his bottom lip as his eyes hold mine.

Warning bells go off around me. I know this is all wrong, but hell…

“You want me?” I ask.

“More than anything,” he murmurs.

Our eyes are locked and damn it, why does he have to be such a head fuck?

Why can’t he be just a man who I could sleep with without complications?

Why does everything about him scare the hell out of me?

I already know the answer.

I’m too invested.

He puts his drink on the table and walks to me as I lie in bed.

What is he doing?

My breath is shaky when I inhale. Fuck.

He sits at my feet and peels the blankets back. His eyes darken when he sees my white cotton nightdress. He slides his hand up my leg, and it comes around to rest at the back of my knee.

He spreads my legs as they bend.

We stare at each other, and I know that I should tell him to stop and go back to his room, but I just can’t.

He drops his head and kisses my inner thigh. His dark eyes watch me, as if waiting for approval.

Maybe if I don’t watch, I can pretend that I don’t know what a mistake this is.

His tongue trails over my skin, up toward my sex.

Fuck.

My breath quivers.

He pulls my panties to the side, and with his dark eyes on mine, his thick, strong tongue swipes through my sex.

Oh God. My back arches from the bed.

He licks me again. “You have two seconds to tell me to stop, Bennet,” he murmurs against my sex before he openly kisses me there with purpose.

My back arches off the bed, and I push my hands into his hair, grabbing a handful between my fingers. “Make me come.”