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Gage walked out behind her, carrying a tray of food and drinks, and Seb glared at him.

“Enjoy guys. Nash and I will be down in the basement if you need us,” he chuckled as he turned around and went back in the house.

“They should be here, too.”

“No, they shouldn’t,” Seb grumbled, adjusting himself under the water.

“Oh!” Emma exclaimed as she stuck her foot in, testing the temperature. “It’s warmer than I thought it would be.” She slid her body into the hot tub, the shirt soaking straight through. Sebastian couldn’t help himself as his eyes roamed across the fabric clinging to her body.

“Sebastian…” her voice was husky, her eyes hooded as she called to him. That was all he needed. He pushed off from the spot where he was sitting and floated towards her.

“God, Emma. I think I’ve had a dream that started out just like this.” His fingers grazed the top of her thighs as he played with the hem of the shirt she was wearing.

“T-the guys should have stayed up here. W-we can’t. We shouldn’t.”

“You can’t deny this attraction any more than I can.” He nipped at her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck, directly above her pulse point. He laughed as he watched her heartbeat flutter just below the surface of her porcelain skin.

“There’s a camera right there, Seb.” He followed her line of sight.

“Yes, Sprinkles. There are cameras all over this place. The house is very secure.” His fingers made their way under the fabric covering her and tickled across the skin of her belly. He felt her quiver beneath his touch.

“A-are they watching? Nash and Gage?”

“If they know what’s good for them, then no. They will give us privacy.”

“I’m not weak, Sebastian.”

His eyes grew wide as her hands landed on his shoulders. She pressed her body into his lap and smiled.

“I know you’re not.”

“I’m sick of feeling like I have no power.”

“You have all the power right now, Sprinkles. Every single drop of it is all yours.” Her hand ran over his chest, swirling over each defined muscle on his torso. As she touched the outside of his hips, Sebastian raised his hand to cup her breast.

“No.” The breathy command had him halting his movements. “You said it. I have the power. I’m the only one who gets to touch right now, Sebastian. I have the power.”

Fuck.

* * *

She didn’t wait for him to argue, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of his swim trucks, gripping his firm length in her hand.

The sharp inhale of his breath had her body on fire. She leaned in and kissed him as she stroked him slowly, from base to tip. The way his whole body shook beneath her touch made her feel incredible. So much of her life was out of control, but this? This she could control. There was no worry that he’d feel her scar, because she’d demanded he not touch her. There was just an insatiable fire in his eyes that she was determined to turn into an inferno.

“I want to touch you, Em. Your perfect breasts, teasing me through that wet t-shirt. I want to suck on them until you are screaming out my name. I want to touch between your legs and see how wet you are for me.”

“Fuck, Seb. Your dirty talk is amazing.” Emma clenched her legs together, so unbelievably turned on by the filthy things he was saying. Her hand continued to stroke his length, her mouth watering at how hard he’d become under her touch. She watched the way his face relaxed and his breath hitched at the way she touched him. And when it seemed like he was just about to reach his release, her hand slid off.

“What…”

“I’m going to let you finish that tonight by yourself,” she laughed as he groaned. “But first, I’m going to give you something to think about while you do.”

Emma moved to the opposite side of the hot tub and slid her hand down her body. Spreading her legs apart, her hand easily found the throbbing spot between her legs.

“Fuck, Em. You are going to make me explode just from watching you do that.” His hand slid over his erection and she shook her head.

“No, Sebastian. No touching, remember the rules?”

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