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couldn't. Not while his cock did most of the talking.

  The words he spoke graveled out of his throat, husky but clear. This was a competition

  any damn way. She would come first, hard, and all over his dick. His words were dirty and

  smug and exactly what she wanted to hear.

  He'd known what to do, and she hadn't shared any of her fantasies with him. It was

  completely against her personality to lose control, and she tried to hold out on the orgasm

  building where their bodies were intertwined. Really, she did try hard, but he was so damn

  hard inside her and so slick from her arousal, that she couldn't stop the quickening of her sex.

  “Yes,” he said. “I think you're ready now.”

  Nicole had no idea what he meant, but she didn't doubt that he knew. Sebastian gripped

  her hips, held her still and slid his ass off the edge of the bed. Her feet grazed the floor and

  her toes curled in the plush carpet. He grunted, deeper inside her now.

  He tested the position by raising her off his lap and surging upward. She fisted her

  hands in the soft strands of his midnight black hair at the nape of his neck, because she

  finally knew what he planned to do. The bulk to his frame wasn't for show. With his back still

  supported by the bed, he used the position as leverage to lift his hips and pound into her. And

  because he still had a grip on Nicole, she still had to take it. All of him. Harder and slicker. In

  and out.

  She tightened around him, her skin flushing with heat and nipples taut, wanting

  attention. Her moans grew shallow and she stiffened as his cock continued to coax the climax

  wresting through her. The orgasm stole her breath. His shaft hardened, gliding deeper into

  her as she did come on his cock. Sebastian's groan sounded pained as he came. He thrust

  faster, and then a slow grind before he stopped. His breath heaved out, but he wrapped his

  arms around her waist and slid the rest of the way to the floor.

  Nicole waited until her heart slowed before seeking out the crook of his neck. She

  nipped at the sweat-slicked skin and he trembled.

  “I lasted longer than one stroke,” she said.

  “You did.”

  “You're legs are going to hurt like a son of a bitch tomorrow.”

  “That's tomorrow's worry. First we eat, and then I get my turn.”

  She shifted to stare at him. “Excuse me?”

  He rested his head on the bed and grinned at her. “Oh, sweetheart, that wasn't the main

  entree. That was just the appetizer.”

  Nicole had wondered before what the hell she'd gotten herself into. No, she'd no idea,

  but she damn sure wanted to know.

  Chapter Four

  Sebastian hadn't expected to come the first time out, but her skin had flushed and her

  nipples had puckered right there in his goddamn face, and then she'd tightened around

  him...He fucking loved it.

  What made it so much better is that she’d surprised him, and not much did these days.

  He had his ambition. It sure as shit wasn't a soft and warm woman in his bed, but he knew, if

  need be, he could find one. But then she'd bit his shoulder as the promised payback, a little

  breathless and so very flushed. Nicole had surprised him and he liked it.

  He hadn't wanted her to leave the hotel room. It bugged Sebastian now, but he didn't

  regret the request for more time. They'd moved to the kitchen and since then she had tried to

  fit the entire food platter on the small plate. She'd already tucked away the steak and potatoes

  and was working her way through the fruit.

  He cut into his rare steak and considered her. “I can order another steak if you want.”

  “No, I'm good.” She swirled the strawberry in the chocolate sauce and devoured it in one

  bite.

  He wanted to believe their situation gave her the comfort to eat like this in front of him.

  To relax and to let loose with exactly what she thought. She didn't mind him seeing the real

  Nicole. The likely truth had everything to do with it being in the middle of the night and him

  being a stranger she had no intention of seeing again.

  He pushed that worrying belief aside. “Watching you, I know you're not from L.A.”

  “Why?”

  “You actually eat.”

  “Haven't all day. Didn't realize how hungry I was until there was gravy and potatoes for

  me to dive face first into.” She closed the top of the robe, covering the beautiful curve

  between her breasts he'd let his gaze feasts on while they ate. She crossed one arm over her

  stomach and sat back from the table. “That was delicious. Thank you. You're being so

  gentlemanly.”

  He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Take heart, I won't be in a little bit.”

  “You keep making these dirty promises. I'm starting to think you're all talk.”

  He chewed another piece of steak before he answered, “A hazard in my line of work.”

  “But we aren't talking about our jobs, remember? So tell me about your childhood,

  because, of course, that's not a landmine.”

  He considered the boundaries from earlier and shrugged again. “Two parent home.

  Loving and quite boring when you hear some of the stories from actors and writers. I think

  my parents wonder why the hell I am the way I am. I'm not settled down nor do I have plans

  to be.” An old memory dredged up and turned the food in his mouth to dust. He put down his

  fork. “I've always been able to talk my way into and out of trouble.”

  “That, I can see.” She let out a breath. “Me? I came from a single parent home. My

  father raised me. My mother up and left one day. Turns out, after she left, my mother started

  a family with someone else.” She stuffed another strawberry in her mouth. “I should be bitter

  over that, but why should I give a crap about a woman who didn't care enough to send a

  postcard on my birthday, at least? Of course, my father felt guilty for this and spoiled me

  rotten. It's a miracle I'm not some Prima Donna bitch.”

  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

  frown
ed. 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.”
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br />   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,