Page 69 of The Bitter Rival

“Oh, Bas. Please. Harder. I need it harder.”

I’m quickly flipped onto my stomach, my thighs spread wide as he lifts my hips and starts to pound into me. His muscular right hand snakes around me, teasing my swollen nub as he bucks wildly, the sound of his balls slapping my skin making me quiver.

“You’re mine. You’re mine,” he grunts over me as he pounds relentlessly into me. “Say it,” he growls.

“Yes. Yours. Only yours.”

“Fuck, GG.”

The sound of his pleasure has mine crashing down around me. I let out a loud scream into the pillow as he lets out a guttural moan and holds himself deep. I can feel my body shuddering around him, so incredibly intense. Turning my head toward the window, I watch as he carefully lowers himself onto me.

“My new favorite thing,” he hums into my hair.

“Hmmm?” I still can’t form words.

“Sliding my dick into my girl first thing in the morning.”

“You’re so romantic, Dr. Lee.”

“Aren’t I, though?” I feel a playful thwack against my ass. “Now, catch your breath. Because I intend to have another round in the shower before I eat you for breakfast.”

Looking at my watch, I grimace. “I can’t believe it’s already nine.”

“Where does the time go?” Sebastian asks, looking like the cat that ate the canary. He’s sitting on a barstool, sipping his overpriced coffee.

“Well, I’m glad you had a good morning, sir.” I walk over to where he’s leaning on the newly christened countertop and kiss his cheek before heading for the door.

“I like the outfit.” He laughs.

I’m wearing one of his T-shirts over my black hot pants from last night, tied in a knot at my hip so I don’t trip over the damn thing. “Are you sure Charlie doesn’t mind giving me a lift home? I can always call an Uber,” I tease, knowing full well he’d never let me ride with anyone but Charlie, dressed like this.

“Shut up. Now when can I see you?”

“What?”

“Can you come back over tonight?”

“Bas, I haven’t seen Austin in two nights.”

“Well, can I come over to your place then?”

Is he for real? “Really?”

“Sure. What’s for dinner?”

“Ha, you’re in luck. Leftovers.”

“I eat leftovers. What’re we having?”

Shaking my head, I reply, “Luigi’s. Hope you like baked spaghetti with extra cheese. We ordered too much celebrating the other night and have a ton left.”

“Celebrating what?” He looks at me, appearing concerned.

“I passed my finals. And I’m going to be working at St. Luke’s full time.”

Sebastian jumps up from his stool, scooping me into his manly arms, making me giggle. “Baby, that’s fantastic. Congratulations.” He stops, looking serious. “Shit. Was that what you were trying to tell me the other day?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, not wanting to go back there.

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