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“Can’t?” He nuzzles my neck, grazing his teeth over my sensitive skin. “Or won’t?”

He bites down, and a soft moan escapes my lips. All I can focus on is the heat radiating off his body and the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat from the game clinging to his skin.

I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing as Sebastian’s lips trail along my neck. How does he do this to me? Make me forget everything else?

My voice comes out breathy, almost a whimper. “Sebastian…”

He hums against my throat. “Tell me you don’t want this, Lil. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

I open my mouth, but the words die on my lips. Because I do want this, want him, more than I should. More than I can allow myself to. My fingers curl into the fabric of his jersey, and his hand slips under the hem of my skirt, fingertips grazing the bare skin of my thigh. He gives me an all-consuming kiss, and I melt into him, my reservations crumbling under the onslaught.His tongue sweeps into my mouth, teasing, tasting, devouring. I meet him with equal desperation, my hips jerking involuntarily.

A distant part of my brain screams that this is a mistake, that I’m risking everything. But the pounding of my heart, the rush of blood in my ears, and the fire igniting in my veins drown it out.

Sebastian’s hand inches higher, hooking one of my legs around his waist. His other hand shifts into my hair to keep me still as he plunders my mouth. More, I need more. I rock against him, chasing the friction I so desperately crave.

“Is this what you want?” He shoves me harder against the wall, one thigh wedging between my legs. “My fingers inside you, my mouth on your pretty little pussy.”

I’m such an open book around him.

“Sebastian, please.” My protest is weakened by the arousal blossoming inside me. “Someone will see.”

“Shh.” He kisses my neck and teases my entrance through the thin fabric with his fingers. “No one’s around. Relax.”

I bite my lip hard to stifle my moans, but they escape anyway.

“Don’t bite that lip. Kiss me instead.” Sebastian’s mouth crashes back onto mine.

I’m losing myself in his touch, his kisses, the way his body presses against mine. His fingers push my underwear aside, grazing my slick folds. I whimper as he circles my clit, teasing, not quite giving me the pressure I need.

“Tell me what you want, princess.” He nips at my bottom lip. “I want to hear you say it.”

How can he expect me to form coherent words when he’s touching me like this?

“I want…” I press my lips together, struggling to hold it together. “I… I need…”

“This?” With a low, pleased chuckle, he slides two fingers into me, the stretch and burn fading into mindless pleasure as he sets up a relentless rhythm.

My head falls back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed. With my neck exposed, he takes the chance and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along it while he curls his fingers just right.

“Like this?” He works me higher, his thumb circling my clit as he pumps his fingers faster.

So close. I nod frantically and rock my hips, trying to take him deeper.

A voice from the crowd calls out, “Yo, where’s Bash at, man?”

“Fucking Brandon.” Sebastian’s fingers halt inside me, and I stiffen, the haze of pleasure evaporating as reality comes crashing back in.

“Sebastian, stop. Please.” I ball my fist on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He withdraws and lifts his hand, examining his slick fingers for a long moment before sucking them into his mouth.

A fresh wave of arousal crashes over me, and my insides clench around nothing.

Whatdid I do?

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He growls, claiming my lips in a bruising kiss.

I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s filthy and wrong and so incredibly hot.

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