Page 40 of Worth the Heat
Please don’t be boring in bed, Sebastian.
What the hell am I thinking? I may never find out.
“How about we discuss this after dinner,amor? You can think of more questions in the meantime.” His tone is low, seductive, and a shiver dances down my spine.
“I think I need that answer right now,” I say timidly. I won’t be able to focus until I know. I watch porn. I know what’s out there, but I’m so scared to speak up that I never tell my partner what I’d like to try. But I’m not like that with Sebastian. In my soul, I know he won’t think less of me when I ask him questions.
As a family walks past us, joyfully commenting on how cute the town is, Sebastian grabs my hand and pulls me off to the side. He crowds me against a brick wall on the side of the bakery, his thumb finding my lower lip again.
“Are you worried about how things might … go in the bedroom, Isabella?” he asks softly, and I nod. His lips twitch as he smiles. “Are there things you may want to … try in the bedroom, and you’re worried I’ll think less of you?”
I nod again. I should be worried about how well he sees through me. Yet somehow, all I feel is relief thatfinally, someone is thinking about me and my feelings.
“My sweet girl,” Sebastian murmurs, dragging his thumb along my lip before he dips it inside, pulling my jaw open. Hooded eyes watch as my tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb, and the answering growl is all I need to hear before I’m circling his thumb. “I will never demean or condemn you for asking questions of a sexual nature. You can always trust me. In regards to whether or not you’d always be underneath me, that’s entirely up to you, and what you’re comfortable with. We don’t need a bed to be intimate. Hell, this is intimate as fuck right now, because all I’m thinking about is you dropping to your knees and taking me as deep into your throat as possible.”
Good God, I’d totally do that if I didn’t know I’d be arrested.
Sebastian chuckles, his gaze telling me he knows exactly where my mind went. “Love that you’re into that, Isabella. Sex isn’t a one-way street. We both have input, and we both have tobe comfortable. If there are things you want to try, tell me. I’ll make it happen.”
“Really?” I whisper.
“Really. And there is no rush. I’m playing the long-game,mi Reina. I want you, but only when you’re ready.”
Mind whirling, I head back into the bakery. I’m almost done with my large Friday morning standing order. I usually don’t take orders this big, but I couldn’t turn this profit away. I bring in extra help on Thursdays so I can prep as much as possible. Every day I drop off baked goods for Everlasting, and on rare occasions, I’ll bake a cake for someone in my family, but other than that, I don’t take special orders. I simply don’t have the time. And as much as I love this bakery, I already spend too much time here.
“What the hell, Isabella? Where have you been?” Trace shouts. “Sebastian is gonna kill — oh. Hey Prez.”
“Yeah, we’re gonna have words later,” Sebastian drawls, folding his arms across his chest as he leans against the door frame. The lighting makes him look borderline evil, dressed almost entirely in black, as rays of light cast an eerie glow around him. His eyes catch mine as I walk behind the counter. “You good, sweetheart?”
“I — I’m good,” I stammer, clearing my throat. It’s not like I can tell him what I’m really thinking. Hey, Sebastian, can you lock us in the bathroom and do all the wicked things that I apparently need more than life itself? That wouldn’t be embarrassing to say in front of Trace at all. I’d never be able to show my face in the Clubhouse again.
I watch Sebastian glower at Trace before stepping backward, closing the door as he goes. I sigh as I blatantly check him out as he walks away. The man has an amazing ass.
“Wow. Subtle,” Ava, my employee says, a glint in her eye. Ava is nineteen, and working a couple of odd jobs this summer while home from college. When she leaves in a few weeks, I’ll need tohire someone who only wants a few hours a week, which is difficult. I can only pay minimum wage, and certain times of the year mean we’re busier than normal. Ava has been a godsend this summer.
“What?” I attempt to reply innocently, but my voice betrays me. It’s all high pitched and borderline squealing.
Ava snorts. “Do you remember the list you gave me this morning of things I could do around here if there was a lull in customers?”
“Yes?”
“One of them was cleaning the interior side of the windows.”
“Did you finish? Oh shit. You saw.” I cover my face with my hands. “God, I’m so mortified.”
“You shouldn’t be. It was hot. I’m low-key jealous. Sebastian Garcia is one fine looking man,” Ava says, appreciation written all over her face.
I gape at her. “You’re nineteen!”
She shrugs. “And?”
“He’s thirty-six!”
“It’s still legal. Besides, he gives strong Daddy vibes.”
“Ew. Gross. Just … no.” I screw up my face in distaste. But there’s an element of anger simmering beneath the surface. How dare this twit waltz in here and make these comments about Sebastian. He’s mine!
Wait.
