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It’s hours and multiple orgasms later, when his thrusts become more demanding, his rhythm speeding up, and his breathing ragged.

“So good,” I gasp, every nerve ending sparking to life. The feeling of him filling me so completely, so powerfully, undoes me. Each sensation more incredible than the last. My clit pulses and my core clenches around him in pure ecstasy.

“Bella,” he growls out my name, a deep guttural sound, and his body goes rigid. I feel his cock pulsing inside me, causing my pussy to tighten in response, as another wave of pleasure washes over me.

He adjusts his position to lie by my side, our bodies still intertwined, and our hands find each other’s.

“Wow,” I murmur, my voice filled with a mixture of awe and satisfaction, as I turn to look into Sebastian’s eyes. “That was...just wow.”

Wowis an understatement, a mere whisper in the face of what we’ve shared. It was more than that; it was the most incredible sex of my life.

His fingers caress my cheek as he chuckles. “I’m going to visit my dad tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?”

I’m grateful for the opportunity to be a part of his world, but I already have plans.

“I’d love to, but my aunt is having a barbeque and I promised my mom I’d go. But…”

Should I break my commitment to my family to spend time with Sebastian and his father, deepening our connection even further? Or should I invite him to the barbeque, a step toward merging our lives and introducing him to my loved ones?

Reader’s Choice:

What should Bella do next?

Choose to spend time with Sebastian and his dad. Turn to this page.

Invite Sebastian to the family barbeque and introduce him to her loved ones. Turn to this page.

Chapter36

Sebastian

TEQUILA TALKS

Multicolored lights flash and twirl, painting the club with vibrant hues that blur together in a dazzling display. My head is spinning, not just from the alcohol coursing through my veins, but from the reckless abandon I’ve surrendered to tonight.

I’m drunk.Far drunker than I should be, and I can feel the room whirling around me. Each step I take is like a precarious dance with gravity, and I know that tomorrow morning’s hangover will be a brutal reminder of tonight’s recklessness. But I can’t bring myself to care.

As Jess and I twirl together on the dance floor, I suddenly stumble, my world tilting dangerously. Panic surges through me until steady hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back from the brink of falling.

I look up, blinking against the blinding lights, and my breath catches in my throat. It’s him,Sebastian, his piercing dark eyes locked onto mine.

“You’re here,” I say, my voice wavering.

“And you’re drunk,” he replies, his tone a mix of exasperation and worry.

I nod, unable to contain a tipsy giggle. “I know,” I admit, though the humor fades as I take in the furrowed lines on his forehead.

My fingers curl into the fabric of Sebastian’s shirt, and I lean in closer, my voice dripping with intoxication and boldness. “You know,” I slur, “you’re...you’re so hot.”

He raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he leans even closer, our faces just inches apart. “How much have you had to drink, Bella?” he asks, his breath warm against my skin.

I giggle, unable to give a coherent answer. Instead, I close the remaining gap between us, my lips meeting his in a kiss that’s fueled by the reckless abandon of the night.

He curses under his breath. “I’m going to drive you home now. Tell your friend you’re leaving.”

I smile, my fingers deftly unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. “Then take mehicto your place,” I say, trying to pronounce each word carefully. “I want...you.”

“Let’s go.”

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