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Until he follows me into the bathroom. It’s the first time I can hear all night because the DJ has the music so loud out there. “You didn’t have to follow me into the bathroom. I’m quite capable of going on my own, just like I have my entire life!” Except I don’t have to go; I just wanted to find a way to get him away from me. It’s irritating how well he knows me.

He shrugs, calling my bluff to lean against the wall. “So go. I don’t care.”

I roll my eyes and look in the mirror, happy to see my makeup has remained intact despite how hot it is while dancing. Over my shoulder, Sebastian is watching attentively, and now I decide it’s time to poke the bear. I take a few steps until I’m in front of Sebastian. I’m playing a dangerous game I shouldn’t be; Sebastian makes me insane.

I slip my hand into his front pocket to check and ensure the keys are still there, enjoying his eyes on me. “Thalia, what are you doing? Just go to the bathroom already.”

“I wanted to make sure you were still holding onto the keys for me. Do you mind locking the door?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrow as he tries to figure out what game I’m playing. Maybe he can explain it to me when he figures it out since I have no idea what I’m doing. “They’re my car keys. I’m not going to lose them,” he says, able to reach far enough to lock the door without moving away from me. “Do you want to know what I think?”

“No.” Yes.

He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers through me. “Not to boost my ego or anything, but I think you want me as badly as I want you. Why don’t you tell me why we really came in here? If you have to go to the bathroom, I’ll go. But to remind you, you asked me to lock us in here. What’s it going to be, little Lia?”

“I don’t know, Officer Walker. Why don’t you tell me if you have everything all figured out?”

Bash leans down and kisses me. He kisses me like a starving man, desperate for more. His lips press roughly against mine, and I loop my arms around his neck as Sebastian moves himself against me. Physical chemistry has never been a problem between us. He pulls away to kiss the sensitive spot on my neck, but it’s his words that cause me to shiver. “I wasn’t kidding about using the handcuffs on you. If we were at the apartment, I’d have no problem cuffing you to my headboard and doing every wicked thing I want to you. Should I start with my fingers, my tongue, or my cock?”

“Fuck you, Sebastian,” I mumble, twisting my fingers through his soft hair. I hate how much I enjoy that idea. I’d love to give Sebastian a taste of his own medicine to make him beg for me to let him come.

“You already have.” He dares to laugh. “I didn’t think angels were supposed to have such dirty mouths.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

And he does. Sebastian’s mouth is just as talented as his hands, and I’m putty in his arms. I moan into his mouth as his hand holds my hip tightly. I keep one hand hanging around his neck for balance as my other one starts to fumble with his belt.

Bash pulls away and looks into my eyes as I relish the sight of his swollen lips. “Are you sure?”

“I want you to fuck me so hard I see Heaven. Can you do that, or do I need to find someone else?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. I don’t want anyone else, but it kicks him into action. Sebastian answers by lifting me at my waist and setting me on the counter’s edge. He watches me intently, unbuckling his belt smoothly. My mouth waters in anticipation because we’ve been dancing around each other all night.

He reaches into his back pocket, and then his face drops. “My wallet’s in the car.”

“So?”

“I don’t have a condom.” Bash groans, his face falling in immediate disappointment.

Fuck, I’m really going to hell now. I guess that makes my new costume a fallen angel. “I have an IUD. Don’t worry about it this time, but if I get an STD from you, I’m going to kill you.”

Bash laughs, and his cheeks are tinged pink. “I’m negative for everything. We get tested with the team every few weeks. You need to be quiet, or I’ll find something to make you quiet.” Part of me is tempted to see what he means by that, except he’s kissing me again. His calloused hand slides up the inside of my thigh, and I lift my hips so he can take my underwear off. Sebastian dips a finger inside of me, and I bite his lip in response.

“You’re so fucking ready for me,” Sebastian whispers against my lips. I hate how right this feels, but I love it. I impatiently shove his pants down to free him. It appears his restraint is waning as well. My dress is quickly bunched at my waist, and he enters me slowly. Sebastian rests his head in the crook of my neck, letting out a low moan of his own as our hips join. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him into place.

“More please,” I ask breathlessly, holding onto Bash.

And he does what I ask, almost pulling out before snapping his hips forward again roughly. I’m almost certain my lip is bleeding from how tightly I’ve been biting it, but I’m determined to stay quiet to prove his ego wrong. His pace is punishing, taking what I’m offering without any hesitations. “You’re perfect.” He groans against my skin, slipping a hand between us to apply extra stimulation with his talented fingers. I might see Heaven because this feels so good I might die.

I don’t care about anything else right now.

“Bash, I—” My voice falters as I tip over the edge, digging my fingers into his skin as Sebastian shakes underneath me with his release. I don’t have words for what that was, but I feel the immediate wrongness when he peels his body from mine. His heavy breathing matches my own, and one look in the mirror tells me that my hair is an absolute disaster.

Is…is that a fucking hickey on my neck? I turn to glare at Bash, but he’s already cleaning up. I follow suit, going through the motions silently to give my brain a second to catch up. I attempt to fix my hair so it hides the evidence of what’s transpired in the Phi Delta Theta bathroom, but I don’t think there’s any hiding the freshly fucked look. “You gave me a hickey,” I state, and Sebastian smirks. He did it on purpose!

“You only said I couldn’t give you an STD.”

My jaw drops, but I have no quick comeback coming to my mind. I think he fucked me a little too well. “You suck,” I grumble, retreating to unlock the door and rejoin the party.

I set out to find Blake, who is unsurprisingly with Owen, but what’s surprising is that they are pressed together, kissing like there’s no one else in the room. I’m so going to ask her about that later.

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