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“You drive me insane,” I drawled, nudging her cheek with my nose as I found the right speed, the right depth, and the right amount ofaggressionin my thrusts that had her writhing beneath me. “Do you know that? Do you know how many times I touched myself to the thought of doing this to you?”

She squeezed again, her chest rising to meet mine, and gave her just a little more pressure on her clit. “Fuck, Sebastian,” she moaned, and her brows knitted, her mouth opening and closing with little gasps.

God.The way she said my name, bitter and pleasure-drunk, was like the prettiest song I’d ever heard. “I dreamed of the way you’d feel when you came around my cock,” I said, dropping my forehead to hers as I thrust harder, faster, feeling every bit of tension and heat and wetness as it closed down around me like a vice. “I don’t think it’ll even come close to the real thing. Show me, baby.”

Her nails dug into the back of my hand, punishing and bruising and so goddamn sweet, and as my own release coiled and tensed in my gut, she took that final gasp of air that sent her over the edge.

It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

I kissed her as she broke, absorbing every sound she made. Every ripple of muscle in her pussy tightened and spasmed, milking me, bringing me to new heights that left me groaning and gasping against her lips, a desperate attempt to keep the noise down, and failing spectacularly. I tumbled over after her, breaking as she started to come down, and it was as ifweeksof pent-up frustration, and stress, and desperation poured out of my body and settled between us.

I released her hands and slipped my fingers out from between us, sucking them clean one by one, savoring the taste I knew I needed to try for myself at some point. But I just wanted to kiss her in the haze of pleasure, just wanted to savor the last few seconds before I needed to withdraw from her.

Fuck what Morris had said to her. But if showing her what sex could be was my ticket to getting to be inside of her, I’d gladly be her teacher.

I just didn’t know what the hell that would mean moving forward.

Chapter 17

Nelly

Icould still feel the pleasant ache between my legs as I sat in the living room, staring at the television while a trashy reality show about people being obsessed with fish played. Matty breathed softly on the couch beside mine, a blanket wrapped tight around him while he took his early afternoon nap, and I had nothing to do while Seb worked out upstairs but watch people squeal in excitement as they sank below the surface in an aquarium tank or just… think.

And it was so, so easy to think, and so, so easy to fall back into what happened last night.

Every bit of it, from the way he’d moved the moment I stepped through the door crying like a fucking mess, to the way he’d spoken with me on a human level about what I’d gone through and what had happened between him and Matty’s mom, felt like a hazy dream that I never wanted to end. I wanted to live in it, get lost in it, stay in it for as long as I physically could.

And the way he’d touched me…

Nothing had ever felt like that before. Of all of thetimes I’d had sex in my life, no one and nothing had ever come close. No one had touched me like that, no one had cared that much about how I felt, no one had put themselves through pain to better my experience. No one hadspokento me like that.

I dreamed of the way you’d feel when you came around my cock.Even remembering it sent a shiver up my spine.

It was dangerous when he’d told me to kiss him. I could have left, could have walked out the door and told him it was out of the question because he was my employer and we had to consider the munchkin sleeping soundly not ten feet from me, but I didn’t. And I’d make that choice again.

What did that mean for me? What did that mean for Sebastian?

Matty was worming his way into my heart, and I didn’t want to consider the possibility of it meaning I couldn’t do my job anymore — not that I thought Sebastian would think so, but if it was called into question, I didn’t know what I’d do. I didn’t want another gig.

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans, over and over, and I slipped it out.

What… the fuck?

I scrambled off the couch as quickly and quietly as I could, slipped through to the kitchen, and answered just before it went to voicemail.

I lifted the phone to my ear and didn’t say a word. I had no idea if this was a butt dial or purposeful, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by answering and shouting from the depths of her pocket. But her voice filtered through after a couple of seconds of silence, and panic forced the bile to rise in my throat.

“Hello? Nelly?” Ruby said.

“Uh, hi,” I answered hesitantly. “I’m, um, at work, so if this isn’t important?—”

“I can make it quick!” she chirped, that same bubbly voice that I hadn’t heard in over a year feeling like a knife to the chest. “I just wanted to reach out and let you know that Morris and I are getting married, and we’re doing a final headcount for the wedding. It’s next month, on the thirtieth. Did you want to come?”

Next month. What… what?

“Hello? Earth to Nelly,” she giggled.

“Sorry, uh, where is the venue?”

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