Page 15 of Sebastian's Baby

“Good. But it’s also a good thing I’m not going to say no.”

My cock jerks at her words, and I’m incredibly grateful that sheiswilling as she kisses me again. The limo takes off, and Lita slides off my lap to sit next to me on the seat. I’m disappointed, even though I know she’ll be riding me again later.

“I did always wonder, you know…” she trails off, biting her lip as she looks at me.

“What did you wonder?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

“How the fuck you manage to convince so many women to sleep with you,” she tells me casually.

It’s so refreshingly honest and unexpected that I throw back my head and laugh loudly before asking, “Have you figured it out, then?”

“I’ll let you know tomorrow morning, I guess.”

I look at her, cheeks flushed, her breathing shallow, and looking like she’s more than ready to be fucked into oblivion. I can’t quite believe my luck at how this night has turned out.

I lean down and gently kiss her neck, then trail soft kisses up to her ear, delighting in her soft gasp when I whisper to her, “I promise you won’t regret it.”

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LEVEL 1.6 – Sexual Healing

The limousine pulls upat my apartment building, and I take Lita’s hand in mine after I tip the limo driver and send him back to Club Delirium for the guys. I’m stroking the skin of her hand again as we walk up to the entrance of the building.

One of the doormen for the building says, “Good evening, Mr. Fox.”

“Evening, Jeff,” I say with a smile as we walk past him.

We walk across the lobby to the elevators to head upstairs. I rub Lita’s skin with my thumb, and it’s oddly soothing. I’m excited to get upstairs, and I don’t think I’ve been this eager to fuck a woman in a long time, if ever.

I try not to dwell on that thought as I pull my wallet out of my pocket to swipe it across the keycard reader so the elevator will take us up to my penthouse. When we reach my floor, Lita stumbles as it levels off, and I use my spare hand to steady her.

“Are you okay, princess?”

“Yeah, stupid fast elevators,” she grumbles.

I smile as I remember how off-putting it was when I first moved into this place. “It took me a while to get used to it.”

We’re standing in the entryway, and Lita is staring with wide eyes at my apartment. There’s a large sofa near my TV and entertainment system, as well as a bar, which I’ve got stocked with basically any liquor I could want to drink. The kitchen is to our left, and near that is the hallway to the rest of the apartment.

Directly opposite us, though, is my prized possession. My custom pool table, which sits in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that show my home city of Chicago, sparkling with lights against the black night sky.

Lita’s amazement reminds me that, of course, she’s a fan and one who loves playing pool at that, so I smile at her. “Want to have a look around?”

“Fuck yes!”

I can’t help but laugh at her immediate response to my question, and I can’t wait for her to see my pool table because I think she’ll get a kick out of it.

“Holy shit, the Cruise Control symbol. This is custom made.” Her mouth drops open, and I feel so proud of it as I nod my confirmation. “Slate bed?”

“Of course.”

“Makes sense—Sebastian Fox couldn’t possibly play pool on anything less than a slate bed pool table,” she smirks at me.

“I accept only the best.” I grin at her, then look her over from head to toe and say, “That’s why you’re here, princess.”

She stares up at me with wide eyes, looking slightly dazed but so turned on. I’ve played strip poker before, but I’ve never played strip pool, and I’m intrigued by the idea of it. I have visions of her on her knees in front of me after I sink a ball, and I’m about to suggest it when she speaks first.

“How about you show me your bedroom?”

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