Page 70 of The Sebastian Guarantee
This woman.
She rolled her hips, welcoming another inch of his hard length, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss and rocked into her, filling her to the hilt.
He pulled back and savored the moment. “You feel so good—like we were made to do this together.”
She tightened around him, contracting her core muscles. The move triggered a deep, carnal yearning he couldn’t ignore. It shredded any last threads of his resolve. He closed the distance and kissed her like he wasn’t sure if tomorrow would come. Pumping his hips, he worked her body. With each punctuated, deliberate stroke, their connection deepened. It was as if the tie wasn’t only wrapped around her wrists. An invisible thread bound them together, cocooning them inside a secret place meant only for the two of them. Bodies writhing, she opened to him, taking all of him. He dialed up his pace. A sheen of perspiration coated their skin. Slick and gritty, the slap of their bodies coming together provided an erotic soundtrack. He couldn’t get enough. He changed the angle of penetration, grinding against her. Panting and moaning beneath him, Phoebe was his captive to tease, please, and devour.
“Oh, Sebastian, just like that.”
Her words emboldened him. He strained every muscle, moving to satisfy her, grinding to fulfill her every desire. She cried out, arching into him. The lace of her bra chafed against his chest. The sweet bite of pain was the perfect companion to the slick slide of pleasure.
“Yes, yes,” she whimpered.
She tensed, teetering on the precipice of sweet release. He gripped her bound wrists, anchoring himself to her, anchoring his soul to hers.
“Unravel, let go,” he breathed against her earlobe. “Fly over the edge with me.”
Bodies moving as one, they plunged into a sea of ecstasy. His orgasm gripped him with a ferocity he’d never known. He needed more. He wanted everything. Growling like a beast, tears pricked his eyes as he and Phoebe disintegrated into nothing, into everything, into two people who knew each other inside and out. She was his past and his present. Was she also his future—a future where she wasn’t only his friend but his and his alone? Was that even possible?
He exhaled a slow breath and pressed up onto his elbows. “Hey,” he said and stroked her cheek.
“Hey,” she cooed.
He unfastened the bindings and massaged her wrists. “Do they hurt?”
She shook her head. “No, not at all.”
She studied his face. A pang of panic welled in his chest. Did his expression give away his feelings? Could she sense the push and pull going on inside his head?
She wrapped her arms around his neck. But something was off. She looked away and stared at a point past his shoulder.
“What is it, Pheebs?”
“This doesn’t count, does it? It’s extra credit. The two of us goingall inin creative mode.” She swallowed hard, then flashed a nervous smile.
Was that what she wanted? Should he tell her he wanted more—that he wanted her? No, he couldn’t. A declaration like that could ruin everything. There was too much on the line. He couldn’t jeopardize their success or their friendship.
He forced himself to nod. “That’s what we agreed to, right?”
For a slip of time, they watched each other like they were trying to picture a different path—a path where spending their evenings wrapped around each other in bed, sweaty and breathless, wasn’t part of a life-coaching plan but their life, their real life.
“It is what we agreed to, but . . .” Phoebe said, breaking the silence.
Buzzy optimism zinged through his body. “What is it?” he asked, heart pounding and not from the sex.
She wiggled beneath him. “Do you mind rolling over?”
He maneuvered his large frame off her and turned onto his back. Before he could take another breath, she straddled him, then picked up his tie and pulled it taut between her hands. “But now, Sebastian Cress,” she purred, then guided his hands above his head, “it’s your turn to earn extra credit—in creative mode, of course.”
Creative mode, of course.He hated the sound of that. Not knowing what to do about his feelings or what to say to Phoebe about the Sebastian Guarantee, he ignored the voices in the back of his head and soaked in every drop of Phoebe’s attention. She leaned over and dropped feathery kisses onto his cheek. They landed like pearls of summer rain.
He smiled, turning his head to press his lips to hers. “I’m all in, Phoebe.”
She stilled.
Shit!Why had he said that? He didn’t want there to be any unease between them. He didn’t want to lose her. He didn’t want to ruin whatever this was. And that meant he had to lie. “I’m all in . . . for earning extra credit.”
She held his gaze. “In creative mode.”
