Page 120 of Flipping the Script

I fixed him with a look. “And why should I do that?”

He stood, another of those too-hot smirks tilting the side of his mouth. “Because I said so.”

Way faster than I expected him to move, he gripped my shoulder and yanked hard, his other hand closing over my waist and forcing me to not only stumble but twist to the side.

The move destabilized me, and he used it to swing me around and shove me toward the couch.

I fell on it in a messy heap with Sebastian on top of me, his arm around me in a sort of bear hug as he pinned me to the cushions.

His body was hard and hot against mine, his grip tight and his dick pressed against my ass. But instead of feeling panicked or pissed that he’d gotten the upper hand and had me at a disadvantage, all I felt was desire.

With surprising strength, Bas manhandled me into place so I was kneeling on the couch, my forearms on the back and my legs spread wide.

“Ready?” he asked, his lips close to my ear and his body against mine.

Goosebumps pebbled on my skin as liquid fire sped through my veins.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder.

My heart did a weird, skittering beat at the seemingly unconscious move.

“Do you have supplies?” he asked.

“Yeah. In my wallet.”

He dropped another kiss on my shoulder and climbed off me. “Don’t move.” He punctuated his command with a hard slap to my ass.

The sting of pain made me jump, but the heat that spread out from the impact made me moan.

“Looks like I’m not the only pain slut,” he said with a chuckle. “Stay just like that for me.” He delivered another spank, this one harder but a bit off to the side of the first one so he didn’t get me in the same place.

I stayed where I was, staring at the back of the couch as his footsteps moved toward the door, then came back before I had a chance to think too hard about what we were doing.

“Do you want to get them?” He pressed my wallet against the side of my arm.

I shook my head. “Go for it.”

A moment later my wallet hit the floor with a loudslap.

“God, you look good like this.” A warm hand ran down my back, right over my spine. “Hottest ass I’ve ever had.”

Another weird flutter went through me. He’d said that before, but was it true?

And why did I care? This was just sex.

The sound of crinkling plastic dragged me out of my spiral before it could start. I breathed out, forcing myself to relax.

He traced his slippery finger over my hole.

“So fucking hot,” he rasped, pressing it inside me.

“Ungh,” I moaned, pushing back against him.

“There you go,” he said in a soothing tone, running his free hand over my back. “Relax and let me in. Good. You’re doing good.”

He pumped his finger inside me, his pace maddeningly slow.

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