Page 20 of His Secret Addiction

“Always,” I whisper, turning my head to brush my lips over hers before hugging her tightly in my arms. For the first time since everything happened, I find myself grateful for the scandal that forced me back to Valor Springs. Back to the arms of a girl I had no idea was waiting for me.

She belongs to me now.

Chapter Eight

Liz

“Do you really have to leave?”

Sebastian turns around as he buttons his shirt, and my breath is stolen at just how perfect the man looks. And when he tosses me that sexy smirk of his that used to annoy me when I was younger, I find myself falling deeper in love with him.

A part of me isn’t entirely convinced that this isn’t a fever dream. The past three days spent with Sebastian as his girlfriend have been the best days of my life. I am not entirely sure we’re even playing pretend anymore. Every time he has introduced me as his girlfriend and the love of his life, I fell for the lie a little more.

It can’t be a lie.

The kisses feel way too real for it to be anything but the truth. The way he holds me even when we are alone makes me believe that the man has fallen as deeply in love with me as I have with him.

“I’m sorry, kitten. The label wants to talk in person. I will only be gone for a few days, and you can stop skipping classes in the meantime.”

“H-how did you know about that?”

He raises a single brow as he walks to me, settling down beside me on his bed. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out you’ve been skipping your online classes?”

“Maybe.” To be fair, we haven’t done much talking. The time we’ve been alone has been spent mostly making love. It’s not just the classes that I have been skipping, but I’ve been getting to work late too. Although I don’t want to admit it to myself, I am afraid that this is the only chance I will ever get to be with Sebastian. I want hoard every moment with him before I have to share him with the rest of the world.

I want to touch him. Kiss him. Talk to him. I want to know his most intimate secrets and share mine too.

I would have loved to spend a little more time with him, but last night he got a call from his manager to head back to the city. Although I haven’t let it show, a part of me is terrified that I will not get to see him again once he leaves. The last time he left Valor Springs, he spent an entire decade away. Even though we were not together and the man was oblivious to my feelings, I still missed him. Every time I walked to my bedroom window to see his empty one, sadness would strike my heart.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I snap to the present when his hand closes over mine. I try to convince myself that there is no use worrying about our future when he promises to come back to me. I have waited for years to be with him. I can wait a few days.

I flash him a smile, shaking my head as I move closer to him. “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

My eyes drop to the shirt that is halfway undone, revealing the tattoos on his chest, and I am reminded of how I spent lastnight running my tongue over them. Kissing and licking every inch of his body. I finger the buttons of his shirt before slipping my hand through the gap and tracing a finger over the beautiful ink on his firm muscles. “I remember the first tattoo you got.”

I see it in his eyes. The urge to call me out for changing the subject, but he decides to let it go. “How do you which one was my first?”

“Because I heard your mom yelled at you for it. She was so loud, I couldn’t help but hear.” I chuckle at the memory. “I thought it was funny that you chose to get a skull tattoo of all things, and then show it to your Catholic mother.”

“She almost sent me packing.”

“Yeah, but then she came around,” I say, tracing my finger around his nipple. He hisses when I graze it as I circle the tattoo on his pec. “This was the second one you got.” I slide my hand down his firm chest to his side where a snake tattoo disappears around his back. “This was next.”

“You have a perfect memory, don’t you,” he chokes out, and I notice the bulge in his pants grow with every caress.

I slide my hand along the ink pattern that stops at his V-line, fingering the spot and watching with satisfaction as his eyes fire up with lust. “This one is my favorite,” I whisper, my eyes on the straining fly of his pants.

“Is it now?” I break into a fit of giggles when he wraps his arm around my waist and rolls me to my back on the bed. His bed. The same bed I spent years watching him sit on as he played his guitar, and now, I’m on it with him. With the man I have loved for as long as I can remember. “You are a damn tease, you know that, right?”

I bite my lip and blink innocently at him. “I was only showing you my favorite tattoo.”

“We both know that’s not true.” He slides his hand under my dress and grabs the waistband of my panties before yanking them down. “Look, what you’ve done now. Waking a beast when I barely have time to spare.”

“We can stop if you want,” I offer, pushing up my hips against his. Sebastian tears the panties off me completely before nudging my hips open with his knee to expose my sex further. I let him, parting my thighs for him, my sex pulsing needily for his cock. In the last couple of days we’ve been together, I have begun to fear that I may be a sex addict. I want him inside of me, always!

I feel like I will die without his hands on my body, and a part of me is terrified of how I will cope in the few days he’s away. Addict or not, it’s clear to me that only he can bring out this feeling in me.

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