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Authors: Tracy Wolff
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just been thinking about what you said on the phone earlier and I want it. I want all of it now.”
Then she’s lifting onto her tiptoes, pressing her mouth against mine in an open-mouthed kiss so hot it’s practically pornographic. Behind her, I hear the snick of the door, telling me that Ethan has shown himself out.
Something’s wrong. I know it, can feel it in the way she’s holding herself, in the way she’s holding me. But I also know that, whatever’s made her this upset, this is what she wants to get over it. This is what she’s asking me for.
After everything I’ve said, everything I’ve promised her these last couple of days, I’m not going to deny her now. Not when she’s aching and desperate and so, so vulnerable.
That knowledge—that understanding—is the last straw. With a muffled groan, I pick her up and carry her over to my desk while she wraps those long, gorgeous legs of hers around my waist. A quick sweep of my arm has binders and random papers flying off the desk and onto the floor. And then her ass is exactly where I’ve been imagining it, balanced precariously on the polished wood of my desk as I reach beneath her dress and rip her panties right off her.
Chapter Five
Aria
Sebastian can make it better.
Those five words have been my mantra since I fled my parents’ house half an hour ago, since I ran away from the words my father fired at me like precision-strike, heat-seeking missiles.
Words like responsibility. Family. Duty. Lucy.
My God. Lucy.
After everything that’s happened—everything I’ve done and everything that’s been done to me—I can’t think about Lucy right now. Can’t think about how much she’s hurting. Can’t think about all the time I’m missing with her because I won’t—because I can’t—bend to my father’s demands.
No, I promise myself as I yank Sebastian’s dress shirt free from his pants so that I can slide my hands under it and claw at the slick, hot skin of his back. All I’m going to think about right now is him and this moment and the way he makes me feel.
It’s not an answer, not even close. But for now—when I feel like one more mistake, one more threat, one more rejection will send me spiraling out of control—it’s enough. And when Sebastian lowers his lips to the hollow of my throat, when he nips sharply at my collarbone at the same time he thrusts two fingers inside me, it’s more than enough. When he’s slow, he’s really, really slow—teasing and tasting, sucking and stroking his way over every part of my body. And when he’s fast—
I gasp as his fingers twist sharply inside of me and send me hurtling over the edge into an orgasm I didn’t even know I was close to. As my body slowly comes down from the heights, I can’t help but finish the thought. When he’s fast, Sebastian is wicked. Wonderful. Wild.
“Aria.” His whisper is harsh to my ears, even as he works his way down my collarbone to my breasts. I arch my spine, feeling like a fucking contortionist as I struggle to get his mouth around my nipple. But just when I’m tugging at his hair, hard, he pushes back against me. Lifts his head. Looks me dead in the eye and asks, “Do we need to talk about this?”
“No,” I gasp out. “God, no.”
He studies me for one second, two. “Okay.”
And then he’s kissing me, lips and tongue and teeth pressing hard against my own.
It feels so good—
he
feels so good—and I want it to go on and on and on. Want to be here, right here in this moment, tongues and arms and bodies tangled together, forever.
But I’m restless, too, my body on fire for what only he can give. He’s already made me come once—fast and brutal—but I want more. I want what he told me on the phone. Everything he has to give me. And then more. Always more.
I dig my nails into the firm muscles of his back, relish the way he groans. The way his body bucks against mine so that his cock is
“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just been thinking about what you said on the phone earlier and I want it. I want all of it now.”
Then she’s lifting onto her tiptoes, pressing her mouth against mine in an open-mouthed kiss so hot it’s practically pornographic. Behind her, I hear the snick of the door, telling me that Ethan has shown himself out.
Something’s wrong. I know it, can feel it in the way she’s holding herself, in the way she’s holding me. But I also know that, whatever’s made her this upset, this is what she wants to get over it. This is what she’s asking me for.
After everything I’ve said, everything I’ve promised her these last couple of days, I’m not going to deny her now. Not when she’s aching and desperate and so, so vulnerable.
That knowledge—that understanding—is the last straw. With a muffled groan, I pick her up and carry her over to my desk while she wraps those long, gorgeous legs of hers around my waist. A quick sweep of my arm has binders and random papers flying off the desk and onto the floor. And then her ass is exactly where I’ve been imagining it, balanced precariously on the polished wood of my desk as I reach beneath her dress and rip her panties right off her.
Chapter Five
Aria
Sebastian can make it better.
Those five words have been my mantra since I fled my parents’ house half an hour ago, since I ran away from the words my father fired at me like precision-strike, heat-seeking missiles.
Words like responsibility. Family. Duty. Lucy.
My God. Lucy.
After everything that’s happened—everything I’ve done and everything that’s been done to me—I can’t think about Lucy right now. Can’t think about how much she’s hurting. Can’t think about all the time I’m missing with her because I won’t—because I can’t—bend to my father’s demands.
No, I promise myself as I yank Sebastian’s dress shirt free from his pants so that I can slide my hands under it and claw at the slick, hot skin of his back. All I’m going to think about right now is him and this moment and the way he makes me feel.
It’s not an answer, not even close. But for now—when I feel like one more mistake, one more threat, one more rejection will send me spiraling out of control—it’s enough. And when Sebastian lowers his lips to the hollow of my throat, when he nips sharply at my collarbone at the same time he thrusts two fingers inside me, it’s more than enough. When he’s slow, he’s really, really slow—teasing and tasting, sucking and stroking his way over every part of my body. And when he’s fast—
I gasp as his fingers twist sharply inside of me and send me hurtling over the edge into an orgasm I didn’t even know I was close to. As my body slowly comes down from the heights, I can’t help but finish the thought. When he’s fast, Sebastian is wicked. Wonderful. Wild.
“Aria.” His whisper is harsh to my ears, even as he works his way down my collarbone to my breasts. I arch my spine, feeling like a fucking contortionist as I struggle to get his mouth around my nipple. But just when I’m tugging at his hair, hard, he pushes back against me. Lifts his head. Looks me dead in the eye and asks, “Do we need to talk about this?”
“No,” I gasp out. “God, no.”
He studies me for one second, two. “Okay.”
And then he’s kissing me, lips and tongue and teeth pressing hard against my own.
It feels so good—
he
feels so good—and I want it to go on and on and on. Want to be here, right here in this moment, tongues and arms and bodies tangled together, forever.
But I’m restless, too, my body on fire for what only he can give. He’s already made me come once—fast and brutal—but I want more. I want what he told me on the phone. Everything he has to give me. And then more. Always more.
I dig my nails into the firm muscles of his back, relish the way he groans. The way his body bucks against mine so that his cock is
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