Page 65 of The Arrangement

"You're different from what I expected, too." His voice was rough, not unlike when we were filming, but this time, it sounded more like him, not like Wolfe. I felt body heat regardless, and I had to push back the continuing realization that the mask wasn't the only thing I liked about this man, and that it had nothing to do with his pornographic endeavors.

It took me a moment to realize I was holding my breath as my lungs began to burn, but nothing else seemed to matter when I was looking at him. Golden eyes danced to my lips, then back up to meet my gaze.

Asking.

Begging.

"Quinn…" I whispered, my voice trailing off as I felt his hands grip my waist to pull me infinitesimally closer to him.

He shook his head slightly, his gaze still roaming my face as if he was committing it to memory. "That's not my name, Georgia."

Breath now caught in my throat, and I knew full well that if I crossed this line I could never go back. So I swallowed, feeling the racing of his pounding heart against my chest, and breathed, "Sebastian?—"

The words barely left my mouth when his lips came crashing intomine without a single hesitation. Sebastian's lips were soft and eager against my own, and I felt lightheaded with my head cradled in his hands as he kissed me.

It was everything and nothing like I expected; I expected him to kiss the way he fucked, brutal and efficient. But he was gentle, bordering on worship as he nipped my lower lip, tongue immediately soothing the spot. His hand released itself from my hair to cradle my jaw as his tongue stroked mine, and he swallowed my gasp as he hitched my leg over his hip.

Sebastian was hard against me, and I writhed against the pressure; the feeling of his lips, his hands, and his body was overwhelming.

"Please," I whispered as he began kissing down my neck, nipping at my pulse point before flattening his tongue against the spot.

"Please, what, Georgia?" Sebastian murmured in my ear, his voice sounding rough and deep, and I knew he was just as far gone as I was.

"I need you."

He pulled away to look at me in earnest, his brows pinched as he looked unsure for a moment. "I don't have the cameras?—"

It took me a moment to realize he thought that I meant I wanted to film it, to use it. It was my turn to press his hair back and press a gentle kiss on his swollen lips before replying, "Not for the cameras, you idiot."

Realization dawned on him, and he swallowed hard before saying softly, "If we do this, it could ruin everything."

I licked my lips and breathed him in; bergamot and mint, the smell of toothpaste and hotel shampoo.

"I think I've been ruined for a while now, Sebastian."

Before I knew it he was moving, Sebastian on top of me, his weight a familiar comfort as he hovered over me, and my legs widened to accommodate his size.

Watching me with wide eyes, as if I was going to disappear as soon as he looked away, Sebastian traced his fingers down the front of my shirt until he reached the hem. It was like it was the first time he was touching me; my skin was alight as his fingertips traced up towards my breast, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Fuck," I heard him whisper as I arched into his touch, his nose bumping into mine as he kissed me again, slowly, but building into a passionate fervor as he pressed his lower half into mine.

“Greedy,” I murmured, a smile touching my lips as our bodies aligned.

Sebastian huffed softly, his teeth nipping at the edge of my jawline. “I’m always greedy when it comes to you.”

God, I was on fire, and I needed him close to me immediately; I gathered the hem of his shirt in my hand in silent request, thankfully pulling it over his head while still propping himself up above me. He was perfect, the tan skin pulled over taunt muscles while dark tattoos flowed over his shoulder, creating a symphony of allure. Suddenly, a look of fear came over his features, making me pause. "What? What's wrong?"

Sebastian looked like he didn't want to speak, running a hand over his face in frustration. "I didn't bring any fucking condoms, Georgia."

Chewing on my bottom lip, I considered and then shrugged, "I haven't been with anyone since we've been…working together." There was a beat, his chest heaving. “And I have an IUD.”

"I haven't either."

Wrapping my hand around the base of his neck, I pulled him down towards me. "Then, can you please continue whatever you were doing?"

I didn't have to ask twice as he moaned above me, pressing me into the hotel mattress as he kissed me. Our hands scrambled to remove any barriers we had, shirts thrown and underwear shimmied out of.

I was barely able to hold in a moan as he settled again on top of me, and feeling the heat of him without a condom or clothing separating us was the closest I had ever felt to religion.

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