Page 66 of The Arrangement

"Please tell me you're sure," he whispered, hot and heavy above me, his muscles trembling as he held himself back. His fingers dug themselves into my hips as our sexes touched. "Because I won't want to let you go after this, Georgia."

I couldn't find the words to reply to his plea; the earnest and longing way he spoke to me caused something in me to shift and break,and I couldn't focus on that now. All I could think about was Sebastian and how his weight felt over me. And how badly I wanted him inside of me, for real.No cameras, no acting. Just us.

So I placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me. All I could think of was how those puppy dog eyes would be the death of me and how I would happily walk into the arms of the reaper itself if it meant I got to keep him. How all of the emotions I had been feeling about him burst through me like a flood gate after holding them back for so long. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time.

"Sebastian, please," I murmured, pulling him down to slot his lips with my own, feeling the rumbling growl of an answer in his throat as he kissed me.

Without any words, he hitched my leg over his hip, opening me completely to him. His cock nudged my wet entrance, teasing me as he rubbed against my opening.

We had never fucked like this before; sure, we’d been face to face the first time, but our faces were hidden; a lace mask had obscured my vision, and the heavy weight of Wolfe had settled over him then.

Sebastian pushed in slowly, the size of him stretching me and crossing the line between pain and pleasure. He was slow, his eyes watching my face as he sunk inch by delicious inch. I was dripping for him, my whole body trembling as Sebastian sunk the hilt and stayed tortuously still, allowing me to adjust.

Before I knew it, he was brushing my hair out of my eyes that I must have shut in ecstasy, his fingers on my chin, forcing me to look at him.

As Sebastian pulled out, he covered my mouth with his before thrusting in again, swallowing my moan of pleasure as I felt the drag of him against my inner walls.

So this was sex; this is what my life had been missing with Derek. Dylan. Whatever his name was. It was this spark, this irresistible urge to touch and be touched by someone.

Dropping his head to my nape, Sebastian began kissing my neck as he drove into me, his hand on my waist urging me to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so good for me," he whispered, licking the shell of my ear as I moaned. "Taking me so well." I don't know what it was about those words or the octave of his voice, but all of a sudden, I was fucking Wolfe, not Sebastian.

Taking his face in my hand, I forced him to stop and look at me, his face confused and worried as he stilled completely.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned, eyes mapping my features.

I shook my head quickly. "No, it's just…" I licked my lips for a moment, then I rolled my hips, delighted to see how his eyelids fluttered with the movement. "I want to sleep with Sebastian Quinn. Not Wolfe. No cameras. Just us."

A flurry of emotions flitted across Sebastian's face as my words took root and he swallowed hard, nodding as he placed a soft kiss on my lips. With a thought, I pushed him lightly and said, "I want on top."

Without another word, he flipped us, keeping himself seated deeply inside of me as I came to rest on top of him. And God, what a glorious sight that was.

I felt his dick jump inside of me as I allowed myself to roam his body with my fingertips. All of the things I had been wanting to do these past two months and holding back in the name of being "professional." Every scar, even the birthmark on his rib cage, was caressed by my touch as he stared up in rapturous wonder.

"You can touch me too, you know," I whispered as I rolled my hips, causing his breath to catch and his hands to come up to my hips. "I'm not going to disappear."

Gently grinding on top of him, I took his large hands in mine, placing one on my breast and the other on the globe of my ass. Sebastian's thumb stroked my skin, tweaking my nipple and causing me to gasp. Suddenly, he propped himself up, pulling my legs around him and seating himself so deep inside of me I wasn't sure where I ended and he began.

"Fuck, Georgia," he moaned roughly, exhaling my name like a prayer. He ran his hand through my hair, using it only to propel my mouth into his as he thrust up into me. We met each other in unison;the only sounds in the room were the gasping and moaning of our joining.

I could feel the pulsing heat stirring in my abdomen as he angled to the spot that made me see stars. As I clenched around him, Sebastian's loose hand in my hair tightened as he whimpered. Fucking whimpered.

"I'm going to come," I groaned, my hips losing their rhythm and my body desperate for release as I ground down on him. Needing him, needing more. Needing everything.

"Not until I say you do," he growled; not like Wolfe, this was all Sebastian. Primal and wanting. Before I could blink, my back was on the bed, and he was thrusting into me earnestly, one arm propping himself up, still tangled in my hair as his grip exposed my neck to him. He kept hold of my hair while his other hand dove between us and found my clit; I cried out with no shame as he circled me while continuing to pound into me like he owned me.

And fuck did I love it.

"You going to come for me, Georgia?" he rasped, his voice deep and abrasive. The moan that escaped my lips was an accident, a product of the need that pulsed through me at the sound of my name spilling from his lips.

"Yes," I gasped, whimpering as he kissed me like a man obsessed. I was on the precipice, the blood thrumming in my ears as I felt myself tipping over the edge.

"Yes, what?" He growled the last word, hissed it out like he could barely control himself, and if his erratic thrusts meant anything, he was just as close as I was. "Who are you going to come for?"

"For you, Sebastian."

And that was it. Spots danced in front of my eyes as Sebastian pressed down on my clit while his hand fisting my hair tightened just right as he spilled into me. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and I clung to him, even as he drove into me twice and rode through his orgasm. I swore I would remember the halting breaths and moans that escaped his lips and into the curve of my neck for the rest of my life.

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