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  wanted to do.

  From the word go she'd called him on his bullshit and kept up with him, unfazed by the

  charm he threw at her by the truckload. She made it so much worse when she forced her lips

  into a pout, poking out a soft and succulent bottom lip. “Oh, poor handsome devil. Women

  want to be with you.”

  Sebastian's gaze zeroed in on her lips. He didn't mind being called handsome as long as

  the words were formed on that mouth. Hell. She could have called him a stunted dickwad and

  he probably still wouldn't have minded, not when her lips, full and pink,

  mesmerizing...Sebastian blinked and met her gaze. It was clear what they should do next—go

  their separate ways and end this.

  She slid from the chair. “I'm going to call it a night.”

  He let out a relieved sigh and moved his hand so she could go. She chose the right

  option for them, because at this point Sebastian could not be trusted to do the same. Another

  moment with her mouth pouted and he'd cross their clear boundary—nothing would come

  out of this meeting. They both had to get up early for work. One night stands weren't their

  thing. It was crystalline clear what they both should do.

  But, he didn't want her to leave just yet. How many women brushed aside his charm and

  demanded a real interaction, no matter how meaningless and short? Not many.

  “It was nice meeting you,” he said. “Though, I don't know your name.”

  She tsked. “Good night, Sebastian,” she said but didn't move.

  She stood right there between his legs, supple and warm. It made sense to reach out,

  cup her chin with his forefinger and thumb.

  “Let me get one last good look.” He ran a finger over the jut of her delicate jawline, and

  she trembled beneath the touch.

  A no-brainer really to slide his hand to the nape of her neck and lean down. She let out a

  soft sigh when his lips touched hers. Her fingers curled around his shirt collar, but she didn't

  push him back. Sebastian deepened the kiss, delving his tongue into her mouth to taste her

  and the treble of her moan.

  It was a light and searching kiss, testing the passion between them. A first and last kiss

  rolled into one, except she brushed her tongue against his. A spark of need set fire to any

  lasting hold on common sense, or what he should do once the kiss ended. She moaned again,

  but sank her teeth into his bottom lip. The clear solution muddied in his mind. His cock

  hardened, leaving no question what it wanted to do.

  Her grip loosened from around the collar of his shirt. Good. She'd finally push him

  away. Fuck, he hoped she'd do the right thing because the wrong one was just too damn

  appealing. Her hands strayed down his chest, to his buckle, farther down until her fingers

  rested against his cock.

  Fuck. Yes.

  She let out a soft sigh and let her fingers glide down the length of him. “I think you

  should know...my name is Nicole.”

  He fought the need to press closer to her hand. Damn hard, as her fingers continued

  their up and down stroke. “I want you to know...I don't normally do this.”

  She shook her head and chuckled. “Your lines need work.”

  He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I want you in my bed.” It was the truth

  and there was nothing charming about the need stretching his cock. A need for her. A

  stranger.

  Nicole shivered. “Lucky for you, that's where I want to be.”

  Chapter Three

  Deciding to rent a room had made complete sense moments after Sebastian's mouth

  had stopped all rational thought. He wouldn't know her hotel room number and Nicole

  wouldn't know his. She wouldn't know his last name and vice versa.

  Celebrities had descended on all the high class hotels, so there wasn't a facial twitch

  when Sebastian paid with his credit card under a false name. He had the looks to pass for an

  actor or male model. With her cheeks still flushed, Nicole had the look of a woman he'd

  planned to take to bed. Rational thought flooded back in when the elevator doors dinged on

  the floor of their hotel room.

  Respectively, so unlike the way he’d pressed her between his legs and tried to kiss her

  face off, he settled his hand on her back and led her down the hall to their room. He stopped

  at the door and turned, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

  “You know, I always had this fantasy.”

  Oh, God. What had she gotten herself into? She knew it. Knew it. This was why you

  didn't pick up strange, handsome men in the bar. They turned out to be perverts, and not in a

  good way.

  Sebastian laughed. “Now tell me what you think I'm about to say, because I have to

  know with that expression you're wearing.”

  She bit the inside of her lip. “You want me to wear a diaper and a baby bonnet.”

  “Oh, I fucking love it, but no.” He chuckled and handed over the key card. “I always

  wanted to kiss someone and fall through the door in a tangle of limbs.” He motioned for her

  to come closer. “Give me your best shot.”

  “You're kidding,” Nicole said but laughed at the boyish grin.

  “It was either make you laugh or throw you over my shoulder to get you through the

  door.”

  He'd read her. That was a rare experience for. At work, her position forced her to keep

  up the appearance of being a hard ass, a shark. Sebastian didn't know her, but he could see

  straight through the facade. So, of course, he could see the nerves. They didn't go away, but it

  felt ok to show them. And to play. She hadn't played in months, years. Wagging a finger, she

  said, “I'm not going to let you off that easy.”

  “Dirty talk, so soon?”

  Nicole wasn't ready yet for the big time, so she placed a hand on his chest and closed the

  space between them. A frisson sizzled in the air. Hard muscle warmed her palm. This was

  hers; he was hers for the night. To do with him all the things she wanted to do. The thought

  put a crack in her controlled facade.

  She ignored the jump in her stomach and tilted her chin to meet his gaze. “No, I was

  talking about your fantasy. Was it another line?”

  “Not anymore.” His arms slid around her waist, and he tucked her closer. “Are you going

  to seduce me?”

  Nicole had plenty fantasies of her own, but his intrigued her. “Is that your fantasy, too?”

  Her breasts felt heavy and full against his chest.

  “Well... now it is.” He didn't chuckle or smile as he spoke. “Show me how you'd seduce a

  handsome devil.”

  The need to show him just that washed over her. And maybe it was because, finally, she

  could let go. Nicole lifted on the tips of her toes and captured his bottom lip between her

  teeth, she lightly grazed the flesh. The way Sebastian groaned let her know it wasn't too soon

  to introduce biting. She kissed away any possible sting and did it again when he tried to

  change the tone of the kiss with his tongue.

  Again and again, she kissed him like this and he let her. The control he handed over

  should have turned her off. All day, at work, she made decisions for people. How to look,

  where to stand, what words to say and the tone they should speak in. The reward was more

  publicity and a stellar reputation.

  Control over everything was necessary or she'd lose hold o
f her reputation. Having

  Sebastian pressed against the door, making him groan—a sound filled with need—was pure

  pleasure. There was no outcome other than pleasure, but they couldn't stand in the hallway

  all night.

  She pulled back and inserted the key card into the door. He lifted her when the door

  beeped and cracked opened. “You should hold on.”

  “What?”

  He grinned, scuttled back and tumbled to the floor with her on top of him. His breath

  whooshed out and he coughed for a few seconds. “Good God, that hurt.”

  A laugh sprang out of her, because it was the most ridiculous thing to have witnessed.

  “Gravity's a bitch.”

  His blue eyes gleamed with mischief. “Yeah, but I have you on top of me. So it's not

  completely a lost cause.”

  He brought his mouth up to hers. No. It wasn't a lost cause and she could only smile.

  The exchange between them wasn't what she imagined. This wasn't simply sex or something

  light and fun, but slow. She was getting too comfortable with him. She'd learned the hard way

  not to romanticize a man. Her heart broken in the process the last time she had and Nicole

  hadn't made the same mistake since. They needed to get down to business, instead of

  laughing and joking with each other.

  “Unzip my dress.” Nicole leaned closer to him so he could reach around her.

  Sebastian kissed her again. He used everything in his arsenal and made her forget about

  comfort, so that all she could think was heat. How it pooled in her stomach and at her core.

  She was damn near soaking wet from a kiss.

  Finally, he unzipped her dress, trailing his fingers down her spine. Nicole was supposed

  to seduce him but his touch coaxed her into submission. He lifted the hem of the dress and

  pulled it up to her waist. Without a command, she rose to straddle him. There. Right there,

  hard and snug against her apex, is what she wanted. It's what he wanted too, so why in the

  hell was Sebastian taking his time? She tugged the hem of the dress from his grasp and

  dragged it over her head.

  “You seem impatient,” he said.

  “You're too patient.”

  He shook his head, gripping her waist and lifting just the slightest against her core. “I'm

  letting the lady go first.”

  “We're taking turns?” Her skin heated from the sudden flush.

  His tongue skated across her bottom lip. “No pressure. I'm easily impressed.”

  “Easily impressed sounds like I can do well enough and skate by. And that you won't.

  This is a competition, too?” Her heart beat thumped in her ears.

  “Oh, you have a competitive streak?” His voice deepened, sounding completely aroused.

  “This should be interesting. The moment I said competitive you looked more turned on than

  when I touched you.”

  He probably wasn’t exaggerating. In her line of business you had to be the best of the

  best. Knowing she could win, even a contest without a prize—it revved her engine to say the

  least. But that would mean taking things slow again. She bit her lip and weighed her options.

  Losing wouldn't be losing. She'd get what she wanted—him for the night. Nicole winced. It

  would still be losing.

  He had the nerve to laugh at her pained expression. It rolled out of him, slick and

  charming. The kind of a laugh a man shared with his lover. To pay him back for it, and

  because the intimacy hardened her nipples, Nicole ground against him, her panties

  obstructing all the pleasure that could be derived from the action. The sensation sparked a

  delicious need anyway, so she did it again. Maybe if they hadn't started kissing down in the

  bar or in the hallway, she would have been able to hold out and give him a run for his money.

  But she was too tense and tight and wet to wait any longer.

  “Let's get more comfortable,” she murmured, voice husky with desire. She stood,

  undressing as she headed to the bed.

  He’d paid a pretty penny for the suite. It looked more like a chic apartment than a hotel

  room. There wasn't a kitchenette, but a kitchen, along with a 'fridge and dining table. There

  was more, but all she could focus on was the down comforter covering the expansive bed. She

  glanced over her shoulder and his gaze watched each movement. Far from rail thin, there was

  plenty for him to watch as she climbed onto the soft mattress and knelt on the edge of the

  bed, facing him.

  Sebastian stood, never letting his gaze leave hers as he undressed with methodical

  precision. What could she say about the sight of him naked? The hard muscles sculpted him

  into something that looked hard and unyielding, so unlike his personality. From head to toe

  she couldn't question his masculinity. The weight of the proof that he was all man hung

  heavy with need. No, she couldn't wait, not even to win a competition.

  He marred her view for the time it took to root around in his wallet, find a condom and

  slide it on. “Now how do you want me, Nicole?”

  The question filled her mind with fantasies she couldn't quite confess out loud, like

  being dominated in a way that took the control from her grasp, but still fed the ache swelling

  her sex. “On the bed, on your back and assuming the position.”

  “No foreplay? That's not using me to your full advantage.”

  She pursed her lips and considered the implied promise. “It isn't?”

  “Let's remedy that.”

  Sebastian walked forward with absolute swagger and stopped mere inches from bringing

  them skin to skin. Lip to chest. He cupped her chin with his thumb and forefinger and arched

  her head up. With his other hand he took out of the pins in her hair. He sank his fingers in

  the soft tendrils and gripped them in his fist. The grasp was tight, but still felt nice and

  comfortable. Feelings she didn't desire. She wanted hot and fast. Not something she would

  look back on and sigh with regret for what would never be. She didn't want to romanticize

  him or the moment. She'd have to walk away in just a few hours and forget him. And he

  didn't help.

  Sebastian bent down and brushed his lips against hers, teasing out a moan and the

  worries floated away on the tender caress. “I want you like this. You're head back and your

  ass arched up. But first you get what you want.”

  The briefest touch, the low-spoken words puckered her nipples and she started to

  question her demand to skip foreplay. “Now I'm curious about what you have in mind?”

  He loosened the hold on her hair to run his hands down Nicole's back to her waist, and

  then swept her off the bed. Her heart shot into her throat. The move was unexpected, but she

  wrapped her legs around his waist and clasped her arms behind his head. He was taking the

  control.

  “Oh my, Sebastian. That was so manly.” Though her words were playful, her core slicked

  with arousal. She wanted to slide down lower to sink onto his cock. Or simply have the

  bulbous crown of his hardened length rub her clit.

  “Patience,” he insisted. “As I told you before, I like being used in this way. Now, what I

  think you really want is to end all this build up and come on my cock.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. This wasn't talk of an affable man, the kind who would

  grin or laugh. Not from the way his eyes had darkened and his voice grew gruff.

  “When yo
u put it that way, you're absolutely right.”

  He settled onto the edge of bed where she had knelt, her ass supported by his thighs and

  her sex finally nestled along his. “Good, because I know a way to give you exactly what you're

  asking for. All you have to do is hold on. Do you think you can do that, Nicole?”

  His gaze intensified and there was nothing light or frothy to be found there. He reached

  down between them and ran his thumb over the swollen nub, testing her arousal. She

  moaned.

  He blew out a breath. “You're wet and ready for me. Just hold on.”

  Sebastian lifted her ass and positioned his cock right at her entrance. She didn't know

  how he'd move in the position they were in, but from the way his gaze narrowed she didn't

  doubt he'd find a way. He opened his legs, loosened his hold on her waist and she dropped

  down onto his sex.

  Full of and stretched by him, Nicole tried to suck in a breath but whimpered instead.

  She glanced down at their joined sex and moaned. She was more than ready to come apart

  and he wasn't even all the way in. She tightened around him.

  He lifted her again, his breath hissing out. “I thought you had more spunk than to be

  out for the count with one stroke.”

  She couldn't laugh with him stretching her, deep, but not deep enough. “I'm going to

  bite you for that comment later.”

  He chuckled and dropped her onto his dick. Her next reply got lost on a moan. Not

  giving her time to recover, he worked her up and down his sex. From the way he had her

  between his legs, she had to take it, no matter how deep or shallow the strokes. Her skin

  slicked with sweat and Nicole was the one the being worked. His lids grew heavier, but there

  was no hesitation in his movements to glide her up and down his shaft. The tenor of her

  moans changed, faster and higher, and he kept right on making her take it, stealing her

  control over her own body and thoughts.

  If thought could have been a possibility, it would have only told him to not stop. Deeper.

  Faster. Harder. Yes, goddamn it. Work? The only thing that had to keep working was his cock,

  sliding in and out.

  This was their first time and what she should have done, she hadn't. Now it was too late.

  He was going to win, no question. The things he murmured barely penetrated or simply