Page 12 of His Secret Addiction

The man I would watch for hours from my bedroom window, mesmerized by him. And now, he is touching me. His guitar-calloused thumbs pinching my aching nipples between his fingers and causing my tummy to fill up with heat.

“You are so fucking beautiful, kitten,” he says, his eyes dropping to my pebbled nipples. My lips part on a whimper when he starts kneading my tits in his palms. “I have met all kinds of girls in this industry, but none of them hold a candle to you. You are who I want.”

Fake.

This is fake, I need to remind myself of that.

I am the man’s fake girlfriend, and I should not take his words to heart. I fight to grasp onto my sanity, but then he dips his head and runs his wet tongue over my left nipple before closing his mouth over the swollen bud and sucking it gently. I cry out, my back arching as pleasure shoots to my sex, causing it to flood my panties, no doubt staining my jeans.

“Sebastian, what are you doing to me?” I sob, riding my sex over his stiff manhood. His hot mouth shifts to my other nipple, driving me to the brink of madness with the heat he builds in me.

“Fuck, baby, we need to stop,” he rasps, leaning up to slam his mouth on mine, and my head is light with desire for more. I see nothing but him. He’s taken over all my thoughts and senses.

Stop?

It’s a little too late for that, isn’t it?

I kiss him back with so much pent-up need before breaking our connection to run my tongue over his neck, my fingers seeking to pop open the buttons of his shirt when he grabs my hands. “Fuck, baby, if you touch me, there’s little that will stop me from fucking you here and now.”

“No, don’t stop.”

I am too far gone to care, but his hands stay firmly on mine when I try to reach for his shirt once more. My body is burning with desire. He did this to me! Surely, he’s not thinking of stopping now, right?

I am aching. Every last bit of me aches for this man and his touch. He has no right to deny me when he was the one who started this fire in the first place.

“I think we’ve tested our chemistry enough for today.”

His words are like a bucket of cold water from the chill they leave in my system. I quickly withdraw my hands from him, mortified that I allowed myself to forget that this isn’t real. The touch may be, but the emotions behind it are not.

Sebastian Foster doesn’t actually want me. He never has.

He came back here to Valor Springs and to me because he needed a fake girlfriend for the publicity. Hell, he was honest with me from the start, but I let my feelings for him surface.

Stupid.

“Sorry,” I whisper, scrambling for my sweater and bra, suddenly mortified that I let him strip me. And the fact that I was on his lap, shamelessly humping his erection… Kill. Me. Now!

“Lizzy…”

I awkwardly crawl from his lap and completely off the bed, shrugging on my sweater without bothering with the bra. “I need to get back down to the desk. Abby needs me.”

“Hey, let’s talk,” Sebastian calls out, reaching forward to grab my wrist, but I evade his touch. “Lizzy, I didn’t mean for things to go that far. I’m sorry.”

Sorry that he doesn’t want me? That he will never want me for anything more than a fake girlfriend? “Don’t worry, I am not backing out from our deal.”

Sebastian calls out again, but I am already at the door. I don’t wait around to hear what he has to say as I slip out of the room and shut it behind me, cutting off his voice. I sprint down the hallway and don’t breathe until I am in the elevator.

This is all my fault. For a moment, I let myself be seduced by his words and touch. I let myself fall under his spell.

I have met all kinds of girls in this industry, but none of them hold a candle to you. You are who I want.

I hug my arms and fall back against the cool wall as the memory of his words swirls around my thoughts. Maybe he wasn’t lying about wanting me, not physically at least. It’s not his fault that he doesn’t want me in all the ways I want him.

He probably never will.

Chapter Five

Sebastian

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