“It’s time to wake up.”
She groans. “Why? It’s Saturday.”
I chuckle. “Sebastian?—”
She lifts her head and glances into the living room. She looks back at me with a pout, her bangs falling over her pale green eyes, her lip poked out.
I can’t stop looking at her mouth, can’t help thinking she’s naked under the comforter, that I could reach down and cup her breasts, thumb across her nipples.
She yawns widely and puts her head on my chest.
“He’s asleep. Go back to sleep. Sleep time now.”
I smile and rub her back, trying to shift again to avoid herfinding out about the embarrassingly hard erection that my slacks aren’t hiding.
She wiggles, and her hand slides across my lower stomach as she puts her arm around me.
I draw in a sharp breath.
“Damien.”
“Olivia?”
“You’re hard.”
I want to crawl under the bed and die.
I sigh. “Yeah, and?”
She lifts her head, her eyes sparkling. “I could help with that.”
Her voice is low and raspy with sleep, and it sends a jolt through me.
“You said last night was a one-time thing. You said?—”
“I know what I said.” She slips her hand below the waistband of my slacks and underwear, palming my erection.
I gasp, all the oxygen seeming to be sucked out of the room suddenly.
“Olivia,” I warn, but I’m already thrusting into her hand.
She smiles wickedly, pumping me with one hand. “You’re so big.”
My skin feels hot all over. “Fuck.”
She drags her thumb across the head of my cock.
I’m going to explode in an embarrassingly short period of time.
She hums, pumping me harder, and I’m gasping out her name and spilling all over her hand and my stomach in moments.
“There,” she says proudly, getting up and heading to the bathroom to get a cloth, coming back to clean me up as I flush and look away.
“Tease. Next time I’m going to have full control.”
She frowns. “There won’t be a next time.”
My heart drops, but I don’t protest.