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Authors: Melissa Blue

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Appearances were everything in the PR
business and she appeared to be unfettered by a shitty childhood.
He narrowed his gaze to see any cracks beneath the veneer and found
none. “How many years of therapy?”


Five,” she answered
honestly, and then laughed.

He couldn't laugh with her. Sebastian wanted
to, but now he was developing a crush on a woman he would never see
again. A woman whom he should have had hemmed up against the
headboard, making her come and moan and forget her own name.

But here he sat, asking her to stay a little
longer with him, eating and joking with her about their past. This
was some ass backward way to conduct a one night stand. Every
moment he wasn't buried balls deep inside her, she'd become a real
woman and not some fantasy of an attractive woman. The real her
would overshadow and become more appealing than any imagined
details he could fill in. They had to get down to business, and
quickly.

She plucked another strawberry from the fruit
basket. “Have you spent time in a therapist chair being analyzed
for what's human about you?”


No, but I probably needed
to a time or two.” Especially when his college girlfriend took his
heart and shish kebabbed it. He wasn't going to reveal that to her,
not while she still looked soft and flushed.

For the millionth time, her gaze strayed to
her phone. She tapped the screen and frowned. It was a little past
one in the morning and she was expecting a phone call or a text. If
they hadn't been busy having sex, he would bet she'd have checked
her phone then too. Sebastian had a feeling he was getting a
glimpse of the woman no one else got to see. He didn't want the
privilege. Definitely didn't want the way that made him feel about
her either.

He stuffed a hand in the pocket of the
terry-clothe robe. Not only could one get room service in the
middle of the night, one could discreetly order other necessities
like condoms in an upscale hotel.


Are you full and satisfied
now?”


Impatient for your turn?”
she said.


You bet I am.”

She tsked and fought a smile. “You had me
fooled down in the bar.”

Confused, he frowned. “How?”


I thought you were full of
charm and humor. You're a pervert.”

He snorted and stood from the dining room
table. “I haven't done anything yet.”


No, but I can tell from
your little display earlier.” Her hand fluttered toward the bed.
“I'm scared.”


You should be.”

She pointed at him. “See. Dirty promises and
a pervert.”

He chuckled and put out his hand. “Come on,
let me give you something to tremble in fear about.”


What is it you want?” She
took his hand, rose and stepped in his path.

To keep her here with him all night. Touching
her, tasting her and talking to her, but he'd settle for the first
two and let the rest go.


I want to feel just how
soft you really are. Everywhere.” He peeled back her robe, teasing
his fingers with her silken skin, and let the clothe fall to the
floor. Each step he took, she took another back. She was too far
away from him. He wanted them skin to skin, mouth to mouth. He
needed to be inside her again already.


Unfortunately for you, that
means during my turn I'll be taking my time,” he said.


Well it's only fair that
you get your own pleasure. Plus, you came after only a few real
strokes. I'm sort of disappointed.”


You're going to pay for
that.”

Her eyes lighted with the threat, the
challenge. “Bring it.”

His cock hardened. He was just as turned on
as she when it came to competition. “Get on the bed and assume the
position.”

She crawled to the middle of the bed,
stopped, arched her ass up and glanced over her shoulder. “This
one?”

Sebastian had other things in mind to do to
her, but now she had to pay for teasing him. “Yeah,” he said
softly. “Stay just like that, but spread your legs a little
wider.”

She blinked, surprised at the request, but he
could see the moment her imagination took flight. Her teeth sank in
her bottom lip and her ass rose up. She ached for him, and
Sebastian could say the same. Disrobing, he tossed the terry-clothe
robe on the foot of the bed. A condom wasn't needed for what he
planned to do to her.

Settling on his haunches behind her, he
leaned down and placed a kiss in the center of her back. Nicole
didn't taste sweet like strawberries. She tasted like sex. Smelled
like it, too. Their own unique mating scent. His cock lengthened,
seeking the one thing that would ease its ache. Soon. He had things
to make up for from the first time around.

The sable strands of her hair, damp and
slightly curled from sweat, tickled his fingers as he brushed it
aside. He hadn't gotten his fill of her skin before, but now he
explored her lush curves. She wasn't trembling, yet, beneath his
fingertips but that was fine. He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder
blade and caressed the sides of her breasts.

She sighed. The heat of her core pressed was
tightly against his cock. He ground against her, a tentative grind.
The sigh deepened into a moan. He kissed her earlobe, and like a
whisper in the dark, let his fingertips rove over her nipples. Her
arms shook, but she lifted her ass higher, quietly begging for him
to thrust into her.


Not yet,” he murmured in
her ear. “We have to make up for lost time. Sit up.”

He straightened so she could and Nicole
obeyed. She rest her back on his chest, not allowing any room
between his cock and her core. Sebastian closed his eyes, wishing
he could see her from the front. Her nipples would be dark pink,
pebbled into tight buds. Her clit would be swollen and hard,
probably peaking out between the folds of her pussy. One hard
stroke and she could make him come from the image alone. But she
had denied herself this and he would give it to Nicole as her lover
for the night.


Since I want to get this
right...show me how you like your nipples to be
touched.”

Her moan was barely audible. He nipped at her
ear lobe as she entwined her fingers with his. He closed his eyes
again when she guided his hands to cover her entire breasts. The
more he massaged Nicole under her tutelage, the heavier her
breathing grew. Her grasp fell away and he tugged lightly at the
hardened tips.


Like that?”


Yes, Sebastian.”

She said his name, leaving no room to doubt
Nicole knew who the night would be spent with, who it was giving
her pleasure. A simple thing, one he didn't ask for, but it aroused
him.

He took his time and waited for the sign to
do more for her. Her breasts were full and the tips tight, but he
waited until she rocked her hips forward, seeking to sate a thirst.
He reached down to the hair covering her mons and spread her open
for his exploration. He toyed with the swollen nub until her
arousal soaked his middle finger.


You're still not ready.”
She whimpered and he bit back the smile. “Don't move. I want you
open for me, just like this. Can you do that for me,
Nicole?”


Yes,” she said, but it
sounded like pleading, begging for something to ease the ache
between her legs.

He moved, away from the heat and slickness of
her pussy and laid on his back. Lids low, she glanced back at him,
her breath caught on a curse. He scooted forward, putting his face
right where he'd finish his payback. She tried to rise up, away
from his mouth, but he gripped her thighs.


This is what I want,” he
said.

She moaned as his breath feathered along her
core. To settle the argument, he licked from around her entrance to
the edge of her hooded clit. She trembled above him and moaned
deeply.


It's your turn and this is
supposed to be for you,” she said. “You know I'm not going to tell
you to stop.”

He chuckled and then flicked his tongue over
the swollen hood. She bit back the moan this time and fisted her
hands in his hair. He deepened the intimate kiss and effectively
silenced any more half-hearted protests. He supped on the taste of
her femininity and it filled him more than the meal. Her bouquet
was intoxicating. And fuck, his cock throbbed wanting a taste of
her again. He held her prisoner to his desire, his mouth, and
tongue and made her come. He continued to lick her even while she
bucked and rocked against his mouth. This was what he wanted all
along: Nicole undone. Oblivious to anything but her own
pleasure.

It was selfish to want her like this. And,
quite frankly, he didn't give a shit as her hold on his hair
loosened and she shuddered above him.


Oh, you win.” She let out a
shaky laugh. “You sadistic son of a bitch.”

He let her move and she flopped on the bed
beside him, a tangle of limbs and soft moans. He rolled and
captured her beneath him. “It's unfortunate for you that now you're
ready.”


You're insatiable.” She
sighed and it sounded happy. Relaxed. “Get the condoms the waiter
gave you.”

He laughed out of shock. “I didn't think you
saw the exchange.”

The light in her eyes darkened. “This isn't
the real me. I'm not like this. If I could feel my legs I'd get up
to check my phone.” She let out a chuckle that sounded bitter. “By
day I'm a shark.”

Sebastian had picked up on that much and was
curious, but he was going to leave it alone. Bad enough he had a
crush, he didn't want to be some mooning, simpering idiot over her,
too. “Even with your shark-like personality, you lost.”

She shook her head. “I'm
sick. Like really, really sick because now I'm turned on. I
have
to prove you
wrong.”

He lowered his voice, pressed his cock
against her soaking wet entrance. “Bring it.”

Chapter Five

 

Friday night, or early Saturday morning, had
been perfection for Nicole. If you planned to have a one night
stand that's what it should be. Great sex, beginning to end. Yeah,
there was some emotional sharing that shouldn't have happened, but
it paled in comparison to coming her brains out. Maybe not paled,
but they were mere oversights in the scheme of things.

Saturday night, or early Sunday morning, was
the mistake. A big one. One that shouldn't have happened. A
clerical error when you got to the heart of it. The hotel staff had
booked the room for the weekend instead of the night. They knew
Sebastian's real identity, thanks to his platinum credit card, and
assumed the room would be needed the entire time he'd be in
town.

Oh, she
would
blame them for running into
Sebastian at the elevator bank at the end of a very long day. They
should have had quick and efficient elevators. If they hadn't stood
there for three painfully, silent minutes, by the fourth, neither
one of them would have broke. They would have been able to pretend
to be strangers. Not people who couldn't keep their hands to
themselves.

The hotel was to blame for the one moment of
weakness that had escalated to more. She was on the eighth floor
and he was on the tenth. Their room sat on the sixth. If it hadn't,
the mistake would have ended there. Neither Sebastian or Nicole
would have been remiss in their unspoken agreement of one night and
one night only of pleasure. Except the hotel made it too easy to go
back up to the room and repeat the previous night, with the same
specular results.

The bastards.

And now here she sat, hiding in the bar on a
Sunday afternoon, because who came to the bar on a Sunday? Hunger
clawed at her stomach viciously, but the restaurant wasn't safe to
enter. She might see him and her sex would swell at the sight of
him. There was no denying that greedy little mouth, not when it
came to Sebastian.

The need and want to be with him...was a
mistake. Their conversation over late night meals, the laughter,
the teasing and competitive foreplay—a mistake. One she could get
past as soon as nine p.m. came around and she stepped into a cab,
heading for San Francisco, her home. A little past noon and all she
had to do was sit there with her carry-on bag until the cab came to
pick her up.

Sebastian wasn't a lush so he wouldn't think
to come to the bar. He loved to eat and the likely place to find
him, if he didn't have an earlier flight, was the restaurant.
Nicole would be safe and then she could let this weekend go.

A waiter passed by her table in the dark
corner. Nicole needed to relax, something she had managed to do
with Sebastian. She lifted her hand to call the waiter back and
order herself a drink to calm the nerves making her fingers
tremble. She glared at her hand. Maybe not nerves. Something more
akin to withdrawal symptoms, like DTs. Dick tremens in her sad, sad
case.


Have we met before?” A
familiar deep and rich timbre asked behind her.

Crap on a
cracker
.

Nicole didn't turn around, but glanced over
her shoulder. Sebastian had on his con man smile as he stood ten
feet away. He dragged a carry-on bag behind him. Not for the first
time, she wondered about his profession. She'd long since tossed
out actor or model.

Sebastian didn't ring any bells for a
publicist, but in her line of work, it was less about them and more
about the client. A potential client found out about her due to
word of mouth, not because you could look her up in a phone book or
online. Even with social media being the new thing, you still knew
a publicist by their client list.

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