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Sleepy me a few days before my period is a horny bitch.

I don’t give up my task to put a little distance between the man behind me and myself but when I finally create thesmallest of gaps, he’s quick to scoot back all the way against me with a sleepy rumble of protest.

Great, so much for not waking him. Although I’m not sure whether he’s really conscious or if the reaction was mostly instinctual; the urge to stay in a comfortable position in his sleep.

When I move again, he really does wake up and speaks in that deep, husky voice of his. “What are you doing?” he grumbles into my hair, tightening his hold on me some more. I nearly make a sound of appreciation when his arm brushes against my stiffening nipples.

“Nothing, I’m just warm,” I lie, resorting to just clenching my thighs to get at least a little relief. My neglected clit is pulsing weakly as she recognizes the feel of an excited man at my back. Unbelievable.

Sebastian hums and, moves a little in preparation to go back to sleep. What he doesn’t realize is that I’m a burning, needy mess by now and that his move basically pushed his dick right between my butt cheeks. It makes me want to wish it was somewhere else.

I cross my legs but the move isn’t as subtle as I hoped. I feel Sebastian stiffen behind me as he notices what has me shifting around so restlessly.

For a second, he doesn’t act at all. Then, he clears his throat and loosens his hold on me. Finally, he whispers a curse. “Shit, I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He tries to let go of me and maybe turn away, but I hold his hand in place before my mind can settle on a game plan, keeping him from getting away.

“Aliena?” he asks softly after a few beats of silence, still seeming hesitant to get closer. “I’ll just take a quick cold shower and I’ll be back. It’s no big deal,” he tries to reason.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” I argue, my voice breathy and low. It feels forbidden to say. Absolutely reckless. Sebastian doesn’t speak but I can feel some of the tension bleeding out of his body.

“No?” he finally asks. I shake my head and ever so slightly move back against him, not so accidentally rubbing my ass against his erection this time. The man behind me releases a low, anguished sound and his arm flexes around me.

“What are you doing, little troublemaker?” he asks into my ear. I shudder but don’t reply. Memories are rushing back to me now, reminding of all the times the tension built between us only for him to shut me down. Then more recent images resurface of how Sebastian took care of me since we made peace. In all sorts of ways. I suddenly get the urge to return the favor.

I rub myself against him again, more conscious of the movement now, and more heat goes straight to my clit at the sound Sebastian makes. Yeah, I missed this.

He doesn’t try to restrict my movements, similar to when we danced. Instead, he lets me work both of us up as his hand cups one of my breasts. That’s what finally draws a soft moan from me and Sebastian curses, giving my nipple a soft pinch.

“Shit, I’ve been dreaming about that sound,” he confesses breathily. The validation is all I need to finally untangle my body from his and push him onto his back. He blinks up at me as I kneel at his side, still looking slightly sleepy and hot as hell.

I move to kneel between his thighs and he finally asks, “What are you doing?”

I grin. “I can think of a better way to take care of this than a cold shower,” I tell him. He closes his eyes briefly.

“You don’t have to do that,” he assures me even though his want is clear. It still turns me on that he tries to assure me there is no pressure.

“I know,” I confirm, placing my hands on his knees at my side and moving them up to fiddle with the end of his boxers. “I just really wantto.”

Chapter 23

Sebastian

I’m almost sure that I shouldn’t let this go on. I’m not sure why but there is that small, cautious voice in the back of my head that is telling me to keep a clear head. That is enough to soothe my conscience and make me refrain from protesting. At least I know I’m not doing the right thing, right?

Besides, Aliena seems sure enough for both of us. With the way she is looking at me, her loose shirt rumpled while her face is beautifully flushed, I don’t stand a chance to resist this. Not when she’s finally touching me like I dreamed about for longer than I care to admit. Certainly not when her hand cups my stiff dick through my boxers, giving it a tentative squeeze.

Why did I ever think I could resist her?My good intentions seem incredibly frail in the face of her insistence.

“How many times did you come in this bed?” she asks me, smiling coyly as she strokes me.

“Too many since I met you,” I confess. She’s clearly satisfied with my answer. She likes knowing that I haven’t been with anyone because she’s been messing with my head.

“How many times did someone else make you come in this room?” she goes on, despite knowing the answer.

“Not once,” I confirm, secretly grateful for that decision when it visibly pleases her.

She smiles more and gives the waistband of my boxers a tug. I lift my hips wordlessly, letting her bare me completely. It’s weird how after all the innocently intimate moments we shared, this is what makes me shy.

I’m used to being the one leading. Now, here is Aliena, kneeling between my thighs and shamelessly drinking in the sight of me in the broad daylight.

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