Page 75 of The Arrangement

That was it. No wisecracks, no stupid jokes. Honestly, this was worse than not talking to him at all.

I didn’t knowwhy I’d spent extra time doing my hair and makeup this time. I never did before. But before, I didn’t have dark smudges underneath my eyes or the beginning of a stress breakout on my forehead just out of reach of the covering flow of my bangs.

Attempting to hype myself up, I put on some music from my favorite popstar but what started as girl power pop-rock turned into sentimental breakup songs that had me sniffing back tears as I curled my hair. This was stupid; it was one night. One night that we’d slept together without it being for his internet fan base, and I had been reduced to this. This was exactly why I didn’t do relationships, because this was always the outcome. The small voice in the back of my head reminded me that it had, in fact, been I who had freaked out after our little tryst in the hotel, not him.

It didn’t matter; I walked over to his unit clad in my oversized sweater and sweatpants, shivering against the autumnal chill that gripped the barely insulated breezeway.

Shaking my head as if it would magically change my melancholy, I stood straighter and knocked on the door. And knocked again.

Usually, it would swing open to reveal a partly prepared Sebastian who smelled like his bergamot body wash, with his stupid crooked smile and the stupid dimple it created. But this time, when the doorfinally opened Sebastian, stood in his hoodie with the dark shadow of facial hair and a dull look in his eye.

“Hey, I’m nearly ready, give me just a second.” Sebastian left the door open and I followed inside, the icy reception causing more of a chill than the cold of the November night. He had positioned the camera equipment in the kitchen this time, though all of his personal effects and appliances had been put away, giving it a model house vibe instead of the cozy kitchen I had cut his birthday cake in.

“We moving it to the kitchen?” I called, hearing the rushing water from his bathroom.

“Yeah,” he called back, brushing his teeth from the sound of it. “Thought we could switch it up, you know. Eating out kind of deal.”

I let myself smile a bit, “Clever.” He didn’t respond and I shucked my clothes into a pile near the door, unpinning my brown hair from the claw clip and letting it fall to my shoulder blades. An outfit I had ordered over a week ago had finally come in; an outfit I had once been excited to show off now made me feel self-conscious. It was a black top that was so short it showed just the right amount of swell from the bottom of my breasts without revealing my nipples unless I raised my arms, and the bottoms looked like something out of the 80s with the band hugging high on my hips.

I decided not to wait for Sebastian and fastened the lace mask over my eyes, clipping it in place with two pins.I saw two two manila envelopes on his usually ridiculously tidy living room, stuffed with what looked like financial reports, but any curiosity I had toward them vanished when I heard a soft,

“Wow.”

I looked up quickly to see Sebastian standing in the hallway shirtless and in plain black briefs that hugged every part of him, his mask wadded up in his hand as he stared at me.

“Oh, thanks. It just came in,” I forced out, my mouth dry as his honey-colored eyes lazily looked me over in undeniable appreciation.

He cleared his throat, throwing on his mask and as he did so, Sebastian became Wolfe. “Want to start with you on the counter?”

I nodded, giving him a wide berth as I walked around him to themarble island where the camera was pointed. I had begun to try to hop up on the high surface, but before I knew it Sebastian’s strong hands were on my hips and placing me there gently. I didn’t miss the way his touch lingered just a moment too long as he pulled away.

“You ready?” he asked, turning his back to me and switching on the cameras that surrounded us and the harsh light stage light popped on overhead.

“Yeah, I’m good. Green.”

Sebastian nodded, taking a deep breath before stalking toward me, his entire body bathed in an overhead light that only eventuated the bulk of his muscles that stretched across golden skin. I licked my lips as I gripped the edge of the kitchen island until my knuckles turned white. Everything else seemed to fall away as he moved toward me, my legs immediately falling open to allow him entrance as they bracketed around him. God, he was so beautiful.

Sebastian or Wolfe—whatever—took my chin in his hand and forced me to look at him. “You going to be good for me, Lace?” His voice was deeper, another signal that told me he was deep in his persona. I nodded, biting my lower lip and hoping that the red lipstick I had put on would hold up.

“Say it,” Wolfe commanded, his tone hard, yet arousal gripped me. My core tightened as his other hand locked around my hip, pulling me across the cold marble until I was flush against him.

“I’ll be good, Wolfe,” I replied, breathless and panting already. But I didn’t see the crinkle of smile lines near his eyes this time like usual; the energy was different this time. Not dangerous; he would never hurt me ever, and I knew that. But it felt somber.

“You look so good for me,” Wolfe grunted, running his big hands down my front to pinch my nipples underneath my barely-there shirt. I gasped and ground against the sizable bulge growing in his briefs, his fingers dancing down my ribs to the front of my soaked panties. “So ready for me, good thing I am starving.”

It was cheesy but I moaned nonetheless and before I knew it, he was pressing me back to lay on the counter as he pulled me to the very edge baring my pussy to him.

“Fuck,” I panted as he gently rubbed over the wet material, the pressure driving me crazy with need.It was like no matter what tornado of feelings were tearing through my heart and mind, my body craved him. Reacted to him like it had never done with any other.

“Colors?” He whispered, not touching when he asked.

“Green,” I swallowed, canting my hips up as if begging for more. Apparently, that was all the go-ahead he needed as he pushed the underwear to the side and licked a broad strip before circling my swollen clit with his tongue.

Wolfe wasn’t eating me out, he was feasting on me and I could barely hold on to my self-control as every nip, suck and moan went straight to my core.

It wasn’t until I felt his fingers pushing inside of me as he flattened his tongue against my sex and I whispered, “I’m going to come!”

A rumble from between my legs as Wolfe growled in his baritone voice, “Not until I say you do.” I was instantly catapulted back to the hotel room, to when Sebastian was deep inside of me as I writhed underneath him.

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