Page 50 of The Sebastian Guarantee
“Bloody hell, Phoebe,” he ground out, his voice hoarse and gravelly. He rose, taking her with him. She gripped his muscled arms as he rested her ass on the edge of the kitchen table. “Lie back,” he commanded.
She glanced at the spot where she ate breakfast each morning. The most action it had seen was when she’d made the mistake of drinking a triple espresso after dinner a few weeks ago and ended up wired at two a.m., then decided to apply a layer of wood wax polish to the table’s surface. Now she was about to get polished off, thanks to Sebastian’s wood.
She pushed her laptop aside and reclined on the hard surface. He ran his hands down her torso. His touch was electric. Again, she arched her back, aching for his hard length.
“Sebastian,” she moaned.
The look of absolute depravity in his eyes let her know her message had been received loud and clear.
He thrust his cock inside her. There was no pause, not even the slightest hiccup. He pistoned his hips, banging the hell out of her like he was born to do nothing else. Her breasts bounced with each powerful movement. Her core clenched around him. He licked the tips of his fingers and worked her tight bundle of nerves.
“You like it like this, don’t you? You like it quick and dirty,” he rasped, then inhaled a sharp breath. “You’re so tight. You feel so bloody good.”
And . . . dirty talk? Check!
Within seconds, she was teetering on the edge. “Kiss me,” she begged, needing to be closer to him.
He pressed his hands onto the table, one on each side of her head. Leaning over, he moved like a machine, grinding against her. Their lips met in a rush of moans and heated breaths. Ready to burst, she held on to his forearms, reveling in his hard body as they made love like wild beasts, consumed with nothing but chasing carnal release.
“I’m there. I’m so close,” she whispered between kisses, losing herself in the rhythm of their bodies.
“Look at me,” he answered, pulling back.
She complied and gazed into his blue-green eyes as his cock filled her to the hilt, retreated, then returned to working her body at a dizzying pace.
“I’ll tell you when you can come. It’s one of the Sebastian Guarantee rules.”
She tightened her grip on his forearms. “Don’t tease me.”
“You know you love it.”
She did. Heaven help her. She did.
He leaned in and ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. “You can come in three, two—”
“One,” she cried, allowing Phoebe 2.0 to take control. She unraveled beneath him in a pounding rush of white-hot lust. Her orgasm tore through her. It shredded her resolve. It flooded her with ripple after ripple of sublimely toe-curling ecstasy. Unable to control the dirty moans slipping past her lips, she tightened around him and clenched her core.
His eyes awash with desire, he cried out, joining her as they catapulted into fiery carnal oblivion. Her orgasm gripped her like a sea of pleasure. Nothing else existed but the two of them and the sensual slap of skin meeting skin.
Catching her breath, she held on to him. She loved his solidness and treasured the way his hard body melded with her soft curves.
“That was . . .” she began, then froze.
That was knocking out a quickie in the kitchen with her best friend.
A switch flipped, and with the precision of a Swiss timepiece, the realization of what had transpired between them hit. The yearning in Sebastian’s eyes made way for utter bewilderment. She didn’t need a mirror to know she had the same look slapped on her face.
“I should probably remove my . . .” he began.
“Your appendage,” she supplied with a touch too much enthusiasm. “You were going to say you should remove yourappendagefrom my . . .orifice.”
Orifice?Had she ever said that word aloud? No, she hadn’t. And honestly, nobody should use that word.
He nodded. “I’m going to—”
“Vacate my primary lower abdominal orifice—aka orifice central,” she blurted, repeating the most god-awful words ever spoken—and she’d addedcentralto the mix—like it was a cringeworthy location on the planet.
She could hear a train conductor now.Next stop, Orifice City Center.
