CHAPTER SEVEN
OLIVIA KING
Spill!
Eyeing the text from Winnie, my mouth drops open when I see the pics she’s attached to the message.
The first is a candid of Sebastian and me at dinner last night, with me blushing and smiling like a schoolgirl while he explained something.
The next is a photo of us leaving the club in a hurry last night. I wasn’t aware of any cameras flashing but mix together the strobe light from the club and my tipsiness and there’s no telling what I missed.
Crossing my legs in front of me, I set down my mug of tea and give the phone my full attention.
I had no idea people were taking photos.
Her response time is legendary. My phone buzzes in an instant.
Forget the damn pics, tell me you slept with him! He’s HOT HOT HOT
To drive her point home, she includes a series of fire emojis which makes me laugh out loud.
“You seem rejuvenated and happy this morning,” a low voice states behind me.
Turning to the voice, I glimpse Sebastian standing near the patio door that I left open before coming to watch the early morning waves ebb and flow against the shoreline.
He’s leaning against the door lazily, his hands tucked in the pockets of his shorts and sunglasses covering his eyes.
He’s the one who looks rejuvenated.
I’d waken up with a slight headache and memories from last night’s encounter that made me blush a deep scarlet in the bathroom mirror.
I was certainly in rare form last night.
“Good morning,” I offer with a shy smile before turning back to the view in front of me.
A low chuckle gets louder as he approaches my spot on the lounge chair.
Sitting at my feet, Sebastian removes his glasses and blesses me with a sinful view of those eyes in the morning sunlight.
“Tell me you’re not getting shy on me, Liv.”
As if it’s second nature, he pulls my bare feet into his lap and absentmindedly begins rubbing the soles as he peers at me, awaiting my response.
“How are you? Is everything okay at work?” I ask, proving his point completely.
My feet tingle under his skillful touch and the feeling radiates up my legs until I feel like I’m floating.
His eyebrows meet in the center of his forehead as he thinks about my question.
“The situation has been resolved, thankfully.”
“That’s good,” comes my weak response.
“I didn’t get much sleep but it’s handled,” he shares, watching the waves.
He looks great for a man who barely slept. But then I figure his body must be used to the long hours.
Then my mind ventures to what else his body must be used to.
“What are you up to today, Olivia?” Sebastian’s voice breaks through my naughty thoughts and makes me blush.
He’s watching me intently from the foot of my lounger and I melt under his gaze. It’s hotter than the sun.
I’m reminded of Winnie’s text and a secret smile quirks my lips.
“I don’t know. I thought about just spending a lazy day on the beach,” I say, indicating the bottle of tanning lotion on the table next to me.
“Really? Would you like some company?”
His hands have moved to my legs, skillfully massaging my calves as he stares out at the ocean.
It feels like the most natural thing in the world — to be sitting here with him with one of the most beautiful beaches on earth as the backdrop.
“You can stay,” I finally say. “But only if you help me put this on.”
Holding up the bottle of tanning lotion, I wiggle my eyebrows and wait for his response.
A devilish grin breaks out over his face and he snatches the bottle from my outstretched hand.
Next, he grasps my ankles and skillfully pulls me to the edge of the chair. Now we’re side by side and the proximity allows to me to enjoy his unique scent while he squirts a generous amount of the lotion in his hands.
I’m not sure what’s gotten into me but when I woke up this morning, I decided that I was going to enjoy every minute of this trip.
Even if it means having a one-night stand with my former classmate.
I’m usually not the impulsive, reckless type but something about Sebastian is addicting and I don’t think I want to ignore it.
After my shower last night, I’d still gone to bed throbbing and dripping for him.
If he didn’t have a work emergency, there’s no doubt in my mind that the night would have ended with him buried deep between my sprawled legs. I’d come so hard with just two fingers knuckle deep in my sopping opening.
I can only imagine what the rest of him feels like. If the erection I’d been grinding on all night was any indication…
The lusty thought is a delicious one and I lick my lips involuntarily.
Sebastian’s eyes follow the action and I notice his eyes darken to match the deep color of the sea.
“What are you thinking about, Olivia?”
I could listen to him say my name a thousand times and never grow bored.
“Last night,” I answer truthfully.
His hands still on my thighs, but only for a moment.
“Is that right?”
Sebastian’s voice is deep and sexy. My panties would be drenched if I were wearing any.
“Yes,” I say breathily.
“What was your favorite part?” he asks, teasing me.
The mischievous smirk on his lips matches the twinkle in his eyes.
I turn my gaze upward and pretend to ponder his question.
“Oh, let me see.” My hand reaches up to tap my chin. “I think it was the goodnight kiss.”
When I meet his eyes, I’m shocked to see that they’re even darker than before.
“Get on your stomach,” he commands roughly.
Lost for a moment, I just stare at him until he holds up the bottle.
“I need to get your back, Liv.”
“R-Right,” I stammer, moving to obey his demand.
On my stomach, I want to moan as he works the lotion into my skin. This is feeling more like a massage than anything else and I’m not complaining one bit.
Sebastian reaches my lower back and pauses over my ass. I imagine he’s taking in the barely there daisy dukes that I threw on this morning.
“Nice shorts,” he teases, confirming my suspicions.
“Thanks,” I groan against the chair. My body feels like jelly and I’m not sure I ever want to move from this spot.
He resumes his actions but stops again when he discovers that I’m wearing nothing under the short denims. He swears savagely as his hot palm falls between my thighs.
“Fucking Christ, you’re not going to make this easy on me are you?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, playing it coy.
My throbbing pussy wants nothing more than to get reacquainted with his thick fingers, but he has other plans.
Abruptly, he stands and I immediately mourn the absence of his touch.
“Come on, let’s go swimming.”
When I come to my senses and sit up, I see that he’s already left the patio and is pulling his shirt over his head.
Dropping it in his wake, he turns back to me and winks.
“Let’s go, slow poke.”
Fucking tease.