Page 58 of One Taste
Ignoring his hotness, anger wins… for now. “Being in here with only you while you talk about my pussy could very well ruin me, Sebastian. We are at work. If someone were to overhear you, it could ruin my career.”
Despite being an egotistical asshole, Sebastian is smart—smart enough to know the world we’re in and just how badly being with him again could affect me. But him being smart enough to act like an adult about it is another story.
“No one is here,” he whispers as he leans into me, getting closer to my ear. “It’s seven o’clock. I sent Marla home. Everyone else left two hours ago. George and his crew are heading out now.”
Stepping back, I shake my head, holding my ground. “I don’t care if people are still here, Sebastian. Nothing is going to happen between us.”
There’s no way I’m throwing caution to the wind here. I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am and I’m not letting the promise of a big dick and a good time ruin it all. No matter how much I want it.
It’s as if he’s hearing me but turning what I say into an invitation in his brain. He takes a step forward, erasing the space I placed between us on purpose, and grasps the files I’ve been using as a shield, placing them on the table behind us.
His eyes drop to my chest, and he stares at my pebbled nipples outlined in my blouse. It doesn’t matter how much I stand my ground or how hard I fight to keep things professional… my body is a fucking traitor.
“It’s going to happen, princess.” His voice is rough and needy.
The way his words evoke something inside me annoys the crap out of me. I don’t want to be turned on. But the only thing I can think about is the way he works my body. I hate that I know how well he uses his nine-inch cock.
“From what I see standing in front of me, it’s going to happen any moment. Give in, Devin. You know you want to.”
Fuck, do I want to... more than anything. The planner in me is screamingwalk away.Why am I even entertaining this?Why? Because no matter how hard I try, Sebastian is right. I want him. I want him like my next breath, but I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am, I remind myself, trying to appeal to my sensible side. I’ve spent too much time away from my family and too much time fighting sexism to lose it all for a few minutes’ ride on a nice cock.
“Sebastian—”
The moment his name leaves my mouth, his lips crash into mine. He pulls my body against his and I melt into his touch. Words to refute his advances are swallowed by his kiss. His tongue invades and conquers my mouth as if it’s an ancient warrior discovering new land. He owns me with a simple kiss.
My subconscious screams to regain control of the situation, but it’s too late. The fuse has been lit for days and Sebastian holds the match to ignite the best kind of flames. My pussy is in control now, yielding to Sebastian’s will. He pulls back, and when our eyes meet, it’s an explosion of fireworks between us. His pupils dilate, making the blue of his eyes more profound and inviting. His chest rises and falls in a rapid succession similar to mine, and I feel as if we’re in sync. The movement makes his pristine white dress shirt mold to his chest, outlining all the perfect muscles underneath.
My thighs clench.
Sebastian’s eyes close as he lets out a wild groan that has my panties flooding. “I can smell you, princess,” he murmurs. “I can practically taste you on my tongue.”
His eyes are on fire when he opens them and looks down at me as if he wants to devour me whole. “Bend over the table, Devin. Right. Fucking. Now. I can’t wait any longer.”
My knees go weak with his rough command, and I stare up at him, unable to move. Grabbing my shoulders, he spins me around and pushes me a step closer to the table. He rucks up my skirt, and goose bumps flutter across my skin. I feel his eyes traveling up my legs to my now exposed ass, and my stomach drops in anticipation.
“Fuck,” he growls, running a finger under the strap of my garter. “You weren’t wearing these the last time. Are you trying to tease me, princess?”
The Devin I am with Sebastian wakes up and takes control with her words and demands. “Can you please shut up and ease the ache in my pussy, Sebastian?”
He smacks my ass with force, and the sound echoes off the windows in the room. “You like to give orders but don’t like to follow them, princess. Bend over the table.”
My body listens to his commands as if I’m a puppet and he’s my master. It comes naturally.
“Good girl,” he murmurs rubbing a hand over my ass.
I turn my head to look back over my shoulder. Sebastian moves behind me, but I can’t see what he’s doing. Fingers dig under my garters, and then my panties are dragged down my legs.
His hands trace down the outside of my thighs before I feel his tongue. I moan without thought or consideration for where we are.
“You’re still as delicious as I remember,” he says, pulling back for a moment. “No wonder one taste wasn’t enough.”
My pussy squeezes around his tongue as he slips back between my folds and moans again. He flicks my clit faster, and within a few moments, I come on his tongue with a screech.
“Oh God, Brooks” I moan. The name I called him all night at the hotel slips out and Sebastian growls into my core, prolonging the tremors of my orgasm.
“Your cunt is the best I’ve ever tasted,” he says. I’m too spent to turn and look at him, but I hear him licking the cum off his lips as if it’s dessert. He’s making a show of it on purpose. “It’s a rare delicacy. I crave it at night while I stroke my cock thinking of you. Do you think about my cock at night, princess? Do you think about the next level I took you to in that hotel room?”
“Just like I told you that night,” I say between breaths as I try to recover from the spectacular orgasm I just had, “either shut up and fuck me, or I’ll go find someone who will.”
