Page 19 of Accidental Theirs
I’m frustrated, almost angry, and God, has it really been that long since I had sex?
A few hours before Dominic dropped the bomb, we’d been making love and laughing and everything was perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
It puts a sour taste in my mouth, thinking about the breakup, so I try to push it out of my mind.
A nice, hot bath is what I need.
I head to the bathroom, undressing as I go.
Marie nor Roland will mind if they catch me unclothed.
I’ve always been pretty confident with my body, anyway, and comfortable in states of undress. I played soccer in high school, and it was common to have to undress and shower with my teammates.
I run the water as hot as I can stand it, and I hiss when I slide down into the heat.
My skin goes a little red immediately, and I’ve probably gotten it too hot, but I can’t bring myself to care enough to change it.
I move aside the bubbles, looking down at my body.
So long since I’ve been touched.
I close my eyes.
I haven’t even had an orgasm on my own since Dominic. I’ve been so focused on work, trying to throw myself into it so I wouldn’t deal with my broken heart.
Tonight, though, I’ve got all the time in the world.
My hands slide down between my breasts before I pinch one of my nipples between my fingers, letting out a quiet sigh.
It feels good, sending a zing of pleasure through my body. Nothing like it felt with Dominic, though.
What’s the harm in fantasizing about him?
I think about his kiss, the way his lips had pressed so hard against mine I could almost feel his teeth.
He always wanted me so badly, always took me quick and rough and dirty.
I loved it.
I lick my lips, moving my hand lower and slipping my thumb across my clit as I try to remember the last time I’d made love to Dominic.
As I’m fantasizing, though, I realize that the man I’m picturing pumping in and out of me is bigger, broader, taller than Dominic.
I try and picture his face, but instead of Dominic’s brown eyes, it’s a sharp blue that looks at me.
“What’s the matter, little girl?” Fantasy Sebastian says with a smirk, and my eyes pop open.
I bite my lip.
I can’t be thinking about Sebastian in that way. He’s my father’s best friend, for God’s sake, and everything I should be avoiding.
I’m a commitment type of girl, and he’s a playboy. He’s nearly sixteen years older than me. There are so many reasons I shouldn’t, but...
The way he’d cupped my chin in his hand, forced me to look at him.
“Be careful, little girl. I bite.”
