Page 11 of His Secret Addiction

“No, I want you to touch me,” I hurry to say, cutting him off, and I only realize my mistake once the words are out. “I mean…”

Before I can try and cook up a lie, I am plucked off the bed, and he settles me on his lap. Sebastian wraps his massive arms around me before pulling me in close, and I gasp at the feel of his erection pressed against my center.

“Do you want to know why I did not even consider accepting a contracted relationship?” he says hoarsely, his mouth so close to mine, his breath intimately caressing my skin. God, this is not a good start to something that is meant to be fake. My feelings are already too real, and his erection…that’s real too. “The second I saw your photo, I haven’t been able to think about any other girl but you.”

“Sebastian…”

“You can say no, kitten,” he offers, sliding his hands under my sweater, moving them up and down my waist, sending a storm of heat licking up my skin. “I will not be upset if you decide you want nothing to do with me.” A whimper slips out when his hand drops to my hips and he rocks forward, rolling his erection over my sex. I gasp at the delicious friction of his hardness brushing my sensitive core. I wonder how it would feel without the clothes between us. “Of course, the choice is all yours.”

Choice…What choice?

I never stood a chance from the second he walked into the hotel, and he has to know it. My brain is slowly losing its grip on reality, and I feel like I will die if he takes his hands off me.

“Do we really need to do all this for a fake relationship?” I ask weakly, contradicting my own words by rocking my hips forward and pressing my sex over his hardness, surprised by my own wantonness. I curl my fingers into his shirt and tug hard, trying and failing to rein in my need for this man.

He’s not mine, though. Not really.

What Sebastian wants to start is fake at best, but my heart and body don’t seem to have gotten the memo.

“Let me kiss you, kitten,” he says thickly and my eyes drop to that sexy mouth. I wet my lips as longing swells my heart. “Let’s work on that chemistry. We’ll be doing a lot of touching in public, shouldn’t we at least test the water to make sure we are compatible? It will be easier if your body is familiar with my touch and mine, with yours.”

God.

“Sebastian…”

His hands slide up my backside, and he slowly grinds me on his lap, lifting his hips slightly, and I whimper at the heat that builds in my core. The sensitive spot between my legs throbs, and I feel myself grow lightheaded from everything this man is doing to me. “I want to kiss you, properly this time,” he says huskily, leaning in so his lips are a few inches from mine. So close, I can feel his warm breath brush my lips, and whatever shred of control I was grasping onto slips through my fingers as need swims through my system. “Let me, kitten.”

How can I say no to the man when he says things like that? Words meant to send my pulse drumming and my body heating up with the need for his touch, craving I have never felt for any other man! I shouldn’t let this man touch me like this. It’s not going to end well for me, and yet, I find myself humping his erection and nodding frantically at his words.

“Okay.”

Sebastian takes that as a green light as he presses his mouth to mine, softly at first, nudging me to open up for him. I clench his shirt in my fist, a little nervous and insecure from my inexperience, but he is patient. His lips brush over mine slowly, giving me time to relax, and it’s not until the need in me is bursting and I’ve opened for him that the kiss takes a sudden turn.

The first graze of tongue is hot, and it causes my sex to grow wet with arousal. I moan at the sensation, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he deepens the kiss, twisting his mouth hungrily over mine and stroking my tongue in the most erotic of moves.

It’s meant to be a test, right?

We’re not supposed to be kissing like this, and yet, I am possessed by the need to get all of this man. I return the kiss with as much fervor as he gives it. I don’t care that it’s a little sloppy and awkward on my part.

I want all of him!

This man that I have loved from a distance. I am delirious for him and everything he can offer. I moan into the kiss, rocking my hips forward and working my aching sex over his erection. Sebastian growls into the kiss, his hands digging into my ass as he motions me forward, encouraging my movements over his lap.

I gasp against his lips when I feel his hands grip my waist before rising higher. I don’t have any clothing under my sweater other than my bra, and his calloused fingers on my bare skin send goosebumps all over me. “W-what are you doing?” I whisper shakily when I feel him tug at the clasp of my bra, freeing my aching breasts from their tight confines. Iam panting as he slips his massive hands under my loosened bra and squeezes my tits, making me cry out at the sensation. “Sebastian…”

“Your tits feel so good in my hands, kitten,” he rasps thickly, his erection growing impossibly thicker under me. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I whimper.

“I can do more than touch you.” He leans in and brushes his mouth over my jaw and down to my neck, and I find myself tilting my head back for him. “I can make you feel more, kitten.”

“How?”

He doesn’t respond but instead grabs the hem of my sweater and tugs it up and over my head. With those beautiful dark eyes locked on mine, he drags the straps of my bra off my shoulders, leaving my top half naked.

Perhaps I would feel embarrassed straddling Sebastian, so vulnerable and exposed, if my body wasn’t trembling with need for the man.

Christ, this is Sebastian Foster.

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