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I laugh and press my cheek into his hand. “What about my new suite that will be finished in a week?”
“If you want your own space, the suite is all yours. But if we sleep there or in here, I want you beside me every night, Lily St. Clair.”
I rise to the tips of my toes to kiss him softly. “If you insist, Sebastian DeLuca.” I lean back slightly to meet his gaze. “And by the way… I love you too.”
He tugs me in close, kissing the top of my head, before pulling back after a moment and fixing me with a pointed look. “But just so you know… All this making love we’ve been doing? I’m going to also need to fuck you hard every once in a while. Because you drive me crazy.”
I grin. “Oh I’ve been hoping you’d say that. Because you owe me. You promised me dirty sex, and with other people, too. And so far, all I’ve had is one lousy threesome with a rockstar.”
He laughs and pulls me back in to kiss me hard. “I think Declan would be horrified to hear himself described as lousy.” He smacks me on the arse before squeezing it gently. “But I can definitely organise an orgy. Whatever you want, name it, and it’s yours.”
I cock my head to the side and study him for a moment, before smiling. “You’re the one calling the shots, DeLuca. Surprise me.”
“As you wish.”
And although we’re both exhausted after this emotional day, we use the last of our energy to make love before we both fall asleep, satisfied and wrapped up in each other’s arms.
44
SIR
LILY
I runmy hands down my sides as I take in my reflection in the mirror, smiling as I watch Sebastian tie the strings of my black lace mask behind my head. It completes my outfit, which is a blood red corset and a leather skirt so short it may as well be non-existent. Annika and Imogen took me shopping yesterday, and I’d allowed them to convince me to expand my selection of sexy outfits further.
It’s been a month since we’ve been back in Brisbane, and tonight is the first club night since the one I snuck into. This time, though, I’ll be attending as an invited guest.
I’ve recently commenced a three month intensive dance course, and it has felt so good to finally have something to fill my days. But it’s also meant that I’ve been too exhausted to explore my interests further. We’ve played with others a few times since we decided to start down the whole relationship path. But for the most part, I’ve been content just to have him put my body through it’s paces each night when we collapse into bed together. So tonight is my first chance to exploreproperly, and anticipation buzzes through me, mixed with a healthy dose of anxiety.
Sebastian finishes securing the mask into place, then presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“You look absolutely sinful, Lily,” he murmurs, trailing kisses along my skin as he moves his lips up towards my ear.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, sir,” I reply, turning to face him so I can slide my hands up his chest before clasping them behind his neck.
It had taken all my self control not to climb him like a tree when he’d walked in moments ago wearing a black suit and dress shirt with the top button undone. It’s all very sexy, business-chic, and apparently does all sorts of things to my libido.
“I swear to god, hearing you call me that makes me want to do all sorts of wicked things to you,” he groans, before kissing me hungrily.
“Keep that up, and we won’t make it downstairs,” I say breathlessly when we come up for air.
“Oh, we’ll make it.” He slides a hand up beneath my skirt, swiping his finger through my already soaked pussy. “But I want to be responsible for the first of your multiple, screaming orgasms tonight.”
He pushes his finger inside me, and I grip his biceps to keep myself upright as a moan rips from my lips. He claims my mouth again as he fucks me with his fingers and applies pressure to my clit with his thumb.
Perhaps it’s the anticipation of what the night has in store, or just that my body is so attuned to his touch, but I’m coming within a minute, my cries muffled by his hungry lips on mine.
“Fucking perfection,” he murmurs, pulling back to watch me pant as I try to catch my breath.
“You are way too good at that.”
He chuckles, smoothing my poor excuse for a skirt down my hips. “Come on, Angel. Let’s go play.”
Across the room, Daniel is pretending not to watch as Sebastian buries his face between Kresta’s thighs while she writhes on the bed on the stage. But I don’t miss the way his jaw clenches, or how his hand tightens around his beer bottle when her eyes lock on his. He’s been back a few times since my last trip to Sydney, but he’s kept his distance from the striking blonde. I know there are feelings that he’s denying. It’s just a matter of time before he finally caves and goes after what he wants.
I look away from my best friend, not wanting to focus on him tonight when I want to let loose.
“Hey, you,” Annika purrs, coming to stand beside me.
