Page 26 of Sebastian

The kiss is electrifying, and I feel a surge of heat course through my body. It feels like time slows down, and the only thing that exists in the world is the two of us, here on the icein my estate in the middle of the bustling city. Her lips are soft and supple. When she moans into my mouth, it makes my dick diamond hard.

Her arm slides away, pushing me back to break the kiss as she gasps for air. I’m dizzy with desire, trying to continue when she smiles against my lips.

“Sebastian. I’m getting soaked,” she murmurs as I remain inches from her lips, ready to attack them again.

“Hell yeah. Let’s go upstairs.”

I slowly grind my erection into her, and even though her eyes widen slightly, she shakes her head.Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hand swipe across the ice before wiping the freezing water across my cheek.

“Oh. My bad.”

At least she knows I want her. I give her a sheepish grin, steal another kiss, and slowly climb off her. As I help her to her feet, she shivers. The entire back of her clothes are soaking wet from the melting ice.

“I didn’t bring any other clothes.”

She gives me a troubled look. It’s not that I won’t lend her some of mine. I would, and she’d look hot in them. But I have a much better idea in mind.

“I got ya covered.”

I intertwine our fingers and push off my skate, giving away my proficiency while leading us to the rink’s edge.

“Hey, you can skate!” she accuses, surprised, as I step onto the concrete, ignoring my wet clothes to help her transition onto solid ground. She inches over to the bench, the wetness making her obviously cold and uncomfortable.

“You never asked. You just assumed.”

I drop down next to her, stripping off my skates as fast as I can with new thoughts of getting her out of her wet clothes andone step closer to moaning underneath me. Once mine are off, I slide off the seat to squat and help her remove her skate.

She murmurs a quiet “thank you” while clutching the sides of her coat to shield her from the cold breeze. After removing her skates, I rise from my crouched position to watch her put her boots on.

“Are you ready to get warmed up?” I eagerly rub my hands together, wondering if she’ll balk at the idea I have in mind or if she’s game—only one way to tell.

“Definitely ready.”

Her teeth chatter with a slight tremor from the cold. I extend my hand when she stands and lead her toward the bubbling hot tub that I had Jiles warm up for us. The thought of her slipping into the hot water, naked, makes my erection harder in my wet pants.

“This should do the trick.”

Steam rises in the chilly air, inviting us in. When I look at her, skepticism is all over her face.

“You can’t be serious.”

Her teeth are chattering slightly, and her discomfort is evident. I release her hand and reach down to test the water. It’s hot, perfect, and ready.

“I thought you meant to go inside or maybe take me home to change.”

Neither of those is happening. At least not now that the vision of taking her in the hot tub floods my brain. All logical thoughts have been replaced by lust.

“Of course, I’m serious,” I insist, trying to ease her hesitation. “It’s a toasty 104 degrees. You’ll warm up quickly, and if not, I’ll keep you warm.”

My eyes smolder with desire as I start to strip down to my underwear, stifling a shiver myself to convince her to join me. I take the stairs into the hot, swirling water before leaning backon a jet, hitting the knots in my back. My arms splay over to the rocky edge, trying to sell it to her.She hesitates momentarily, her gaze locked on mine, her eyes full of uncertainty.

“Screw it.”

She quickly sheds her wet clothes to display her toned and fit body. Holy shit, my dick, which shrunk a bit with the cold air, returns to the same diamond hardness as the ice rink before it started to melt. It gets even harder, which I didn’t think was possible, while I stare at the definition of her thigh muscles and tight stomach.

She darts into the warm water, her shivers slowly subsiding, and a small sigh passes her lips. The steam rises around her as she relaxes, leaning her head against the pillow on her side of the tub and closing her eyes.

“Admit that I’m right.” I playfully poke her in the leg with my foot.

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