Page 49 of The Sebastian Guarantee
Boom!Man-eater Phoebe was killing it.
It was time to up the ante.
She reached between them and undid the top button on his trousers.
Sebastian’s gaze darkened. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
Good question.
Did regular Phoebe know what she was up to? Hell no. And man-eater Phoebe? She wasn’t totally sure either, but she was going with it.
“What I’m doing is whatever I want,” she replied smoothly. She unzipped his fly and . . . “You’re going commando, too?” she exclaimed, feeling nothing but cock—a giant, fully-erectPto theEto theN,I,S.
He looked down, and they took in his manhood. “I was in a hurry this morning when I went to my place. I started grabbing clothes and didn’t pack enough pairs of boxer briefs to get me through the weekend. I couldn’t wear the same ones I’ve had on for the last God only knows how many hours. So yeah, you and I are both without undergarments.”
“Some people might call that a problem,” she said, admiring his beautiful cock. “Man-eater Phoebe calls it an opportunity.”
Did she say that out loud?
She must have. Before she could part her lips to ask, Sebastian tangled one hand in her hair and drew her in. She barely had a second to register the raw animal hunger in his eyes before he demolished the slip of space between them and ravaged her mouth, kissing her with the same gusto he did when presented with a giant bowl of ice cream donning a luscious cherry on top. But that wasn’t all he was doing. With his other hand, he reached beneath the baby doll lingerie. He trailed his fingertips along her inner thigh, then stroked her most sensitive place. He teased her sweet bud, then inhaled a sharp breath.
And she knew why.
She’d never been more aroused in her entire life.
It was Soaked City down at the Hornball Hoedown.
Working her slick center, he tightened his hold on her hair and deepened the kiss, rolling out the sexy-times trifecta.
Hair pulling? Check.
Lip locking? Check.
Fancy finger work between her thighs? Check, check, and . . . yes, yes, yes . . . check!
She was pleasure putty in this man’s hands. Her chest heaved, and Jesus, that baby doll silkiness felt deliciously decadent against her skin as Sebastian had her writhing with wanton desire. Closer and closer, she edged toward orgasmic bliss but wanted more.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered between kisses.
“Tested . . . I’m clean,” he rasped.
And holy hell, Houston, they were a go for an X-rated launch.
Was this happening? Was this really happening? Should this be happening? She shut off that part of her mind. She couldn’t allow herself to think. Phoebe 2.0 wouldn’t hesitate. She’d act. Phoebe lifted her hips, preparing to take every inch of him as Sebastian drank her in. His piercing gaze had her trembling. It was as if the man could see her soul.
What did he see? Who did he see?
Did he see man-eater Phoebe, or was he gazing at the hot-dog-loving, beret-wearing computer geek Phoebe? She couldn’t answer that question, or perhaps she didn’t want the answer. All she could do was gasp as he shrugged down his pants, then lined himself up with her entrance. Eye to eye, she lowered herself, taking him in, stretching to accommodate his girth. Excruciatingly erotic, the sweet bite of pain mingled with the heady elation of anticipation.
“Am I hurting you?” His earnest tone nearly had her melting into a pool of swoon.
But this wasn’t the time to get sappy. Channeling Phoebe 2.0, she arched her back and pressed her breasts against his chest, taking him deeper into her sweet heat. “You could never hurt me,” she purred, playing the part of a seductress.
He didn’t reply. With desire glinting in his eyes, he watched her ride his cock. Rising and falling, she moved like sensual waves. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her with a desperation that struck a chord in her heart. Friction building, a spark ignited between them. He held her close, growling through heated breaths as he pumped his hips.
“Harder,” she demanded.
There was no turning back.
