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Suddenly the door opened making me gasp and jump back. “Ian, what the fuck? Sebastian will kill you if he knows you’re in here.”

He leaned close to me, pinning me to the wall. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, Quinn. Why do you keep looking at me?”

I playfully shoved him away. “I’m not. I didn’t.Youwere looking atme, making it so fucking obvious.”

He grabbed my right hip with his left hand and brough his right hand to my face, running his thumb over my chin. “I miss you. Don’t you miss me?”

“Ian. We’re NOT doing this here.” Then he grabbed my hands in his and held them above my head. I whimpered because he knew how much I loved when he was dominant. “Ian. Fuck.”

He moved his hands along my body, over my nipples, and then down to my pussy, gripping me. “I miss this.” He rubbed his fingers back and forth through the fabric of my skirt. “Do you want it? We can be quiet. I told them I was going to my car to take a call.” He grabbed my skirt in his hands, scrunching it until it was all the way up and he had access to me. He reached his hands inside my panties and down to my clit, running his fingers back and forth. “You shaved. I liked it.” His voice was a whisper, laced with so much desire. “You’re so wet for me already. This has been building all through dinner, hasn’t it?” His breathswere heavy against my mouth, but he hadn’t kissed me yet. Then he slipped two fingers inside.

“Oh god…”

“Ssshh, baby. You have to be quiet if you want my cock in this sweet, wet pussy.” I felt like I was losing control as he whispered and finger fucked me in my brother’s house on Thanksgiving with everyone out in the living room. He let go of my arms, so I grabbed his belt and started unbuckling it. He ripped my thong down and then unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I had missed him. I missed him so much, but it could never work. Sebastian likes Ian, but not for me. He thinks he’s a fuck boy. “You ready, Quinn? Cover your mouth.” He lifted me up, held me against the wall, and started thrusting up inside me. He fucked slow for the first few strokes, then hard after my pussy lubricated his cock, reminding me of why he and I weren’t done. Reminding me of why we could never be done.

“Ian, oh god. You feel so good. Yes.” He sealed his mouth over mine. His tongue traced mine, showing me that he knows how I like to be kissed. “God, I need you. Don’t stop. I miss you.”

“That’s right, baby. I’m all for you. Always have been. You’re mine, Quinn.” He gripped my ass to thrust himself deeper and deeper. “I’m gonna come baby. Come with me.”

He put his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. I pulled him into my chest to muffle him as we fell apart together. I didn’t want it to end, but we had to. I was emotional and had to pull myself together. Ian let me down and we put ourselves back together quickly. “Quinn.”

“Don’t. Don’t say anything if you don’t want me to cry.” I started to move toward the door.

Ian grabbed my hand, pulling me back toward him. “We’ll figure it out, Quinn. I’m not letting you go. No matter what. I promise.” I didn’t think he could keep that promise.

I reached up, caressing the side of his face, and said, “My Ian.” Then I kissed him one final time, before I left out the door, knowing that he and I just couldn’t happen.

Chapter 17

Sebastian

Thanksgiving came and went, and it was mid-December. Jackson and I hadn’t talked about Thanksgiving, the person he was seeing, the hotel room, or anything really and I knew we should’ve. It was driving me absolutely crazy that he was seeing someone but wouldn’t share anything about it. The other thing that made me crazy was he was always home. That is, when he wasn’t at work. When did he have time to see said person?

One night, I waited after work like normal, to take Jackson home, but he never came out to the car. Finally, I went back inside to find him on the phone. When he got off, I asked, “Are you coming?”

He said, “Oh, I’ll catch the bus home later. No worries. You go ahead.”

He’d catch the bus home. Why? “Do you need a ride somewhere?”

He shook his head, “No, that’s ok. Have a good night, Mr. Moore.” He looked around, probably wondering if anyone was left in the building.

“Ookay, Mr. Hall.” I rolled my eyes. “Who is picking you up?”

Jackson laughed and said, “Sebastian, I’m catching the city bus downtown. It’ fine. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll be home later.”

At that point, he was pissing me off.That’s fine,I remember thinking. “Goodnight, Jackson.” I turned and left the building and like the psycho I am because everything about Jackson makes me crazy, I pulled over at a cross street and waited where I could see the bus stop.

Jackson came out and walked to the stop. The bus arrived and he got on. When it took off, I pulled out behind it and followed him. I didn’t understand why he was being so secretive about everything.

Winter was the worst. It was already dark out and I didn’t like that he was going somewhere and being so damn secretive. I also knew I was being completely irritational because Jackson was an adult and he and I were nothing but colleagues and roommates. I had no one to blame for that but myself.

The bus pulled over at a little coffee shop I personally hadn’t been to before, Brewed Chapters. It turns out it was also a bookstore. Jackson went inside and I could see him because the store had these vertical bay windows. He went to the counter, laughed at whatever the guy serving him said, and continued talking. Was that the person he was seeing? Every guy Jackson spoke to made me think he was seeing them. I was completely losing my mind. Then I did the most irrational thing of all. I parked and went inside.

I watched as the guy behind the counter handed Jackson his coffee. Jackson smiled at him and just before he walkedaway, he deposited a tip into the jar on the counter. Jackson had a long brown coat on that hit just above his thighs. Since he’d been staying with me, he didn’t carry around his backpack all the time anymore, so he didn’t have anything on him. He held the coffee and brought it to his lips, taking slow sips in between blowing on it. What I wouldn’t give to be that coffee cup.

I think the incident in the kitchen on Thanksgiving was my breaking point. That’s what broke my brain and ruined any common sense I had. Ever since, I’d been irrationally obsessed with him but like a true ass, I hadn’t acted on anything. I didn’t act on the dinner he made me a few nights ago, or when I walked past him when he was in a towel because he had just gotten out of the shower and was heading to his room. I didn’t act, ever. There have been moments,severalmoments where I wanted to tell him how I was feeling and see if he felt the same. I was eleven years older than him and somehow, I was the one acting like an immature teenager with zero experience having a crush on a guy. I was unaware of Jackson’s relationship history. We never talked about it. The closest thing was learning that he was seeing someone and also meeting his best friend or ex best friend, whatever she was.

I, on the other hand, had experience. I had been in a long-term relationship. We just didn’t have anything in common after a while. I had other situationships before then, too. Jackson and I were opposites though. He was so happy, and I was a fucking grump ninety percent of the time. We did enjoy the same movies and tv shows, though. We enjoyed going on walks at night. We did that a few times. We enjoyed baking together and having coffee in the mornings before leaving for work. We both loved family. He wished he had a big family because he didn’t have one growing up in foster care. It’s why he enjoyed Thanksgiving so much and was looking forward to Christmas with everyone. We both loved the business and had an appreciation for the storieswe learned from people. Jackson always looked for the positive in every situation, softening my outlook on life.

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