Page 58 of Sebastian

Her smile reached all the way to her eyes. “You’ve seen all of me, Seb. Show me it doesn’t change how you feel about me. That it hasn’t changed what was starting to build between us.”

He dropped his hands from her arms and pulled his shirt off in one swift move. Her laugh bounced off the gentle breeze and wrapped around his heart. When she went back to her shirt, Seb playfully batted her hands away.

“Mine,” he growled as his fingers slipped into her shirt. A breathy moan escaped from her lips as he circled her peaked nipple with his thumb. Emma’s back bowed, sending her head towards the sky as her hips pressed harder against him.

“God, Sprinkles. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His mouth moved across her collar bone, down to capture the nipple he’d been neglecting. His tongue swirled around the pale blush peak as his hand stroked down her back, across her hips and over her thigh.

“As much as I love foreplay, I really need you inside of me. Now,” she moaned. Her hips rolled her body over his cock, and he fought the urge to bury himself inside her in one swift thrust.

“I don’t have any protection, Sprinkles. But I haven’t been with anyone in two years,” he admitted breathlessly.

“That’s not what the tabloids say,” her raised eyebrow made him laugh.

“Yeah, well, they like to spin whatever story they can, and ‘playboy billionaire bachelor’ is a better sell than ‘celibate billionaire businessman that is waiting until he actually has strong feelings for a woman before he takes her to bed’. You know, it’s all optics. I just want you to know, I’m clean.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging him towards her until their lips crashed together.

“Fuck me, Suits,” she moaned, the use of his silly nickname turning him on more than he’d ever be willing to admit. “Please, I don’t want to wait anymore.” Fuck, he loved when she was bossy.

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Had she really just said that out loud. Who the hell begged for someone to fuck them? Emma had lost all sense of herself in that moment, but from the fire in Seb’s eyes, she could see he enjoyed her begging for him.

Sebastian freed himself from his pajama bottoms and Emma couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip. She’d been thinking about this moment for so long, she was salivating at the thought of everything that was about to happen.

He stroked himself as she moved her hips over top of his length, both releasing a moan as she sank down on top of him.

“Fuck, Em. You feel amazing. Better than any dream.”

“Oh God, Seb. Fuck me, please.”

He laughed, capturing her mouth as he drove his cock deep inside her. Every thrust brought the lava pooling in her belly closer to the surface. “Faster, Seb,” she moaned, arching her back as she slipped her fingers between their bodies.

“Hands in my hair, Sprinkles. Your body is mine.” He moved her hand from between them, replacing it with his own. The way he slowly circled her clit with the lightest touch while continuing to thrust into her had Emma seeing stars.

She pulled on his hair unable to control the pressure as the strongest orgasm of her life washed over her.

“Oh, fuck.” Sebastian thrust inside her one more time before his own orgasm ripped through him. She wrapped herself around him, breathing hard as new tears stung her eyes.

He kissed her shoulder before she turned to look at him.

“No tears, Em,” he swiped away the one tear that had gotten away from her. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay. For the first time in as long as I can remember, my heart feels like it’s finally beating again.”

Sebastian stood, tugging his sweatpants back into place, and Emma couldn’t help but giggle.

“See something funny, Sprinkles?” he asked as he wrapped the blanked around her body.

“Nope. Just can’t believe we did that out in the middle of your yard,” Emma groaned. “Oh God. Don’t tell me there are cameras out here!”

“Don’t worry about it,” he scooped her up and placed a kiss on her head as he walked back towards the house.

“You really have a thing for carrying me, don’t you?” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“What can I say? It feels like you were made to fit perfectly in my arms.”

Eighteen

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