Page 163 of Sebastian's Baby

“One more, apparently.” She rolls her eyes at me.

I grin at her and say, “Well, I don’t agree. So there you go. Besides, how are you going to get my million dollars if we don’t have sex?”

“I’ll outsource the task overseas, then take a huge cut of the profits. All the jobs are going offshore these days.” Lita shrugs.

“I don’t even know what to say to that.” I laugh because I wasn’t expecting that response at all. “I will clarify that it requires your mouth to be on my cock in order for me to pay up, though.”

Lita swallows heavily, and her lips part slightly while her breathing rate increases before she says, “Well, the aforementioned cock will remain unsucked by me, and your million dollars will be safe for the foreseeable future,” she tells me.

“Really, princess?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, standing firm despite her obvious arousal.

“I see. Well, I seem to have completely forgotten the layout of this apartment. Would you mind showing me where my room is?”

Lita rolls her eyes again, picks up her empty bowl and glass, and takes them to the kitchen before saying, “Follow me, landlord.”

I follow her toward the bedroom that I know very well is in this direction and enjoy the view of her ass as I do.

“I’m not sure that having me stare at your ass is having the effect you want on my desire to sleep with you. I don’t think you’re committed to your ground rule at all,” I tease her.

She shakes her head and holds the door to my bedroom open for me to walk through. I wheel my suitcase into the walk-in closet and then smile at her as I walk back out. The furniture for this room was delivered last week, but the bed has been made, and I doubt the delivery guys did that.

“Did you make the bed for us, princess?”

“Yes, I made the bed foryou.” She emphasizes the last word heavily.

I’m actually touched that she did this for me, and I smile at her. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

I’m in a bedroom with Lolita Ciccone. She’s standing there, looking gorgeous as hell, and I fucking want her so badly that it hurts.

“You know, a new mattress really needs breaking in, and I could use some help with that.” I walk over to her, slide my arms around her waist, and pull her against me. “I missed you, princess. Posso baciarti?”

Lita shakes her head. “You’re terrible, Sebastian Fox.”

It’s not a no, which is promising, and I can see how turned on she is. I fucking love that I can have this effect on her.

“That doesn’t answer my question, though. Posso baciarti?”

“I’ve already told you that sex is off the table,” Lita groans.

“I’m not asking for sex, princess; I just want to kiss you. Posso baciarti?”

“Sì,” Lita laughs as she gives in.

I lower my head and kiss her lips softly, intending to work up to a more passionate kiss. So I’m taken by surprise when Lita puts her hand behind my head and pulls my lips harder against hers before parting her lips to allow my access to her mouth. Our tongues intertwine, and I revel in the feeling of having her in my arms again.

When our kiss ends, I keep my arms around her waist and ask her, “Do you remember when we used to spend hours in bed together, princess? Don’t you miss that?”

Lita sighs at my question and doesn’t say anything. Her expression closes over, and she looks away from me with a strange look on her face.

I frown at her. “What’s put that look on your face, princess?”

She turns back to look at me, but I can’t tell anything from her expression. Her arousal has certainly disappeared.

“I was just wondering how many hours you’ve spent in bed with other women since we were in a bed together.” Lita shrugs.

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