Page 6 of Sebastian's Secret

“Not this time.” Smiling, he tapped the driver’s device and waited as the transaction processed.

“Have a good night.” The older man in the front nodded, his lips curling as he turned back to the road.

“Thanks.” Her tone was clipped as she climbed out of the car and strode around to the path. “We will.”

“Have I upset you?” Sebastian’s brow furrowed as the cab pulled away.

“No,” she lied, although she couldn’t explain why she was so offended.

She was being ridiculous. Plenty of other men had paid for taxis and dinners, so why shouldn’t Sebastian? Somehow, she’d decided she would pay, that it would impress him in some futile way, and his action had undermined her accomplishment.

“Are you sure?” His cologne wafted past her nose, the intoxicating scent of earth and cinnamon. “I don’t have to come in if you don’t want me to.”

Looking up into his eyes, tension fell from her shoulders. Sebastian was definitely different from the other guys she’d hooked up with. Usually she had trouble reminding them what consent meant, but he seemed hellbent on playing the gentleman. Rebecca was normally attracted to bad boys, but Sebastian’s approach was oddly refreshing.

“I want you to.” There was an urgency in her reply, her breath hitching as she acknowledged the subtle difference.

“Then I will.” Taking her hand, he pressed himself against her. “Now, let’s get you inside before you catch a chill.”

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Sliding her room key into the door, she mewled as Sebastian’s lips grazed her nape. Damn, his caresses were so good and he hadn’t even gotten her naked yet.

“Come in,” she whispered as the door swung open, laughing softly at her own innuendo.

Since their moment of solace on the street, she’d never been surer about any one-night stand. Rebecca craved him, yearned to have his lips between her legs, and his cock deep inside of her.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked as they tumbled, entangled together, into her suite.

“No.” Pushing the door closed with one foot, Sebastian released his hold on her as he shrugged out of his jacket and flung it onto her dining table. “Only you.”

That was the right answer.

“We’d better head straight to the bedroom then.” She signaled in its direction as he loosened his collar.

“Why?” he countered, striding toward her. “This looks like a good place.”

She peered around at the expansive lounge area, realizing he was correct. By the time she glanced back, Sebastian was on her, his eyes burning with desire as his palms pressed her against him.

“Okay,” she gasped, her murmur lost as his lips collided with hers. His kiss was punishing, taking what he wanted without apology, and stirring a visceral urge in her soul. This was what she wanted, what she needed—a gorgeous, thoughtful man who could take control.

“You’re delicious.” Sebastian’s growl resonated down the length of her body as his hand fisted in her hair. “I want you.”

“Sebastian.”

She panted his name, unsure where the considerate gent she’d met on the street had gone. Not that she was complaining—far from it—but the rapid transformation Sebastian had undergone was startling.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, dragging his fingers through her tresses and steadying her. “I promise not to be gentle.”

“Thank fuck.”

Her voice was breathy as his free hand discovered the zipper at the back of her dress. One tug was all it took for the skimpy cocktail dress to pool at her feet, leaving Rebecca in only her lacy panties.

“Bloody hell.” His voice was full of throaty admiration as he took a step back and appreciated her. “You weren’t lying about how you look.”

A rush of triumph raced through her mind at the validation. That hungry gleam in his eyes—that was what she did this for. She’d become addicted to the endorsement of strangers, her own self-esteem relying on the empowerment.

“Get on the couch.” He motioned to the nearby leather sofa. “I’m going to devour you.”

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