Chapter 25
Sleep Over
Sebastian pressed harder on Victoria’s clit. Her eyes were half-closed, and he watched, transfixed, as her eyelids fluttered and her lips parted, small moans escaping her throat as he pleasured her with his fingers.
Does your boyfriend make you feel like this? Do you cry out his name as loud and hard as you scream mine when I fuck you?
He kept his thoughts to himself. Victoria didn’t belong to him. He had no right to either her loyalty or her affections. Whatever intimacies she allowed him meant nothing more than the satisfaction of their mutual lust. He had no right to ask for anything of her; all he could do was wait.
As he covered her mouth with his lips once again, he slipped a finger inside her folds. He had the satisfaction of hearing her whimper into his mouth. His tongue stroked hers furiously, tasting her sweetness and heat before pulling away to nibble on her lower lip.
“Does this feel good, baby?” he said, and slipped another finger inside her.
Her shoes banged against the front of the desk, as her hips bucked against his hand. “Oh, Christ ...” she cried out. “Sebastian ... “
“Tell me,” he muttered, and kissed her throat.
“Good ... yes...”
His moved his fingers faster, making her writhe violently under him. Her moans turned to screams of ecstasy, but he only stroked her harder until he felt her clench around his fingers. He watched her face as she climaxed, and felt his erection straining through his jeans.
Sebastian ached to be inside her. But at that moment, nothing mattered but her pleasure. He kept stroking her pussy as she came, until her moans died down and the only sound was of their heavy breathing.
He grabbed her behind with both hands and kissed her mouth, thrusting his tongue as deep as he could. His hand moved up to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. He slid his hand inside and felt around her chest until he found the clasp of her bra. He unhooked it, and pushed aside the cups of the bra to fondle her breast.
Still kissing her, he rolled her nipple under his palm. Victoria moaned softly into his mouth. It was more than enough to push him to the edge of his self-control. He broke off the kiss and pushed her down to lie on the desk.
She looked up at him, breathing heavily. Her mouth was parted slightly as if about to ask him a question.
He covered her breasts with his hands, rubbing his palms roughly over her nipples. She closed her eyes and let him touch her, stir her to arousal.
“Sebastian ...” she moaned. “That’s ... oh!”
He was done. Swearing under his breath, he unbuckled his belt.
***
Victoria lay on the desk, eyes closed. She felt his hands all over her body. Undressing her. Caressing her. Driving her crazy with need.
God help her, she wanted more.
Her eyes flew open when she felt him remove her panties.
She lifted her head slightly to see Sebastian’s pants down, and his beautiful cock standing in attention. She watched him in silent anticipation as he tore open a condom wrapper and rolled the latex over his engorged member.
She raised her thighs, pressing them on either side of his hips in invitation. “I’m not even going to ask where you got that condom,” she said, breathless.
He didn’t respond. His eyes locked into hers as he slung her thighs over his arms. “Would you rather do this upstairs?” he asked as he gripped her waist.
“No.” Her eyes were pleading. “Now. Please, Sebastian.”
He pushed inside her with a grunt of satisfaction.
Victoria caught her breath, feeling the entire length of his cock fill her. She closed her eyes, submitting eagerly to his thrusts.
God, how she wanted him.
She wanted this.
The naked desire in his eyes. The way he took possession of her body, making her feel things she’d never felt from any other man’s touch.
The way he kissed her, fucked her — like she was his world, and he was hers.
“Victoria...”
The way he said her name.
She opened her eyes. “Don’t stop,” she said, gasping. Her hand moved unconsciously to her chest, and she noticed his eyes flicker down to where she touched her breast.
He caught his breath when she rolled her nipple under her fingers. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered, eyes dark, staring down at her hard pink tips. His thrusts quickened, spurred on by the sight of her touching herself.
“Yes! Oh God yes...” Victoria cried out, arching her back violently as his shaft plowed deeper inside her. The pleasure was so incredible she thought she would pass out.
“Don’t stop,” Sebastian growled, his eyes fixed on her chest.
She moved her hand to her other breast, fondling it while moving her other hand up to her mouth. She touched her index finger to her tongue. While rolling her nipple with her other hand, she kept her mouth slightly open and stroked her tongue with her finger.
“Fuck, baby .... Christ ..Jesus Christ... Fuck...” Sebastian panted.
She dragged her wet finger from inside her mouth down over her lower lip. “You like that?” She lowered her finger to her breasts, drawing wet circles around her nipple.
“Yes ... God yes...”
He was fucking her so hard, she thought she felt the earth move under her. Her orgasm came in shockwaves. She moaned so loudly her throat hurt. Her legs thrashed as she bucked against his hips. Her hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them as his cock pounded her into a mind-shattering climax.
She lay on her back, gasping for air. Her fingers kept stroking her breasts, her eyes on his face. Sebastian watched her, grunting as he came, hard.
After a while she sat up, pulling down the skirt of her dress that had been bunched up over her hips. His arms went around her waist and his mouth fell on hers in a soft, lazy kiss.
Even after everything they’d just done, the touch of his lips still made Victoria shiver. She put her arms around his neck, clinging to him as she kissed him back.
He kissed her mouth, and moved his lips down her throat. “Now that we’ve defiled my work desk,” he said, “maybe we should move upstairs.”
She rolled her head back, letting him take his pleasure with her. He flicked his tongue on her throat between kisses. He moved a hand up to her breast and began to knead it, his thumb rubbing her nipple. Her body was on fire again, her senses lit up like fireworks.
“Too far ...” she whispered. She didn’t want to move.
“With what I’m planning on doing to you, Victoria...” He sucked the skin on her neck softly. “I’m going to need a very large bed.” Reluctantly, he pulled away from her to pull up his boxers and jeans. “Come.”
She let him take her by the hand across the room, wondering if she should even bother looking for her thong. He pressed a button beside a door.
“Where are we going?” she said.
The doors slid open. It was an elevator.
“My bedroom.” Sebastian went inside, turning to face her. He pulled his shirt off him and tossed it in the corner. “Are you coming?”
Victoria’s eyes dropped to stare at his naked torso.
In two seconds she was inside the lift with him. He grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head, and yanked her bra off her shoulders.
“Better,” he murmured, kissing her against the wall as the doors of the elevator closed.
***
Four hours later, Victoria tried to disengage herself from Sebastian’s arms without waking him up.
“What are you doing?”
Darn it.
“Sorry,” she said. “I have to go. Your staff is coming in a few hours.”
He moved his hand over her breasts, sighing in satisfaction. “And?”
She bit her lip, remembering where his hands had been a couple of hours earlier. She blushed at the memory, grateful he couldn’t see her in the dark. “I’d really rather they didn’t know ... uhm...”
“That I’m fucking my son’s tutor?” He pulled her closer to him and kissed her shoulder. “They’ve seen me take a great number of different women into my bedroom before, Victoria. This will hardly be a shock to anyone.”
“Oh.”
They lay still for a long time, neither of them speaking.
Sebastian sighed. “Don’t move.”
She felt him roll over, away from her. His phone lit up in the darkness of the room as he dialed a number.
“Mrs. Sellers, no one is to come in before noon today . And have Connor bring the car around at seven. Thank you.” He hung up.
“Is Mrs. Sellers still up?” Victoria said.
“Voice mail.” His arms were around her again. “I gave everyone the morning off. Happy?”
She giggled. “Who’s making breakfast?”
“I suppose I am. Do you like crepes?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had crepes.” She paused. “Were you ... with Liskta earlier last night?”
“We had dinner, yes.”
She swallowed. “Was it just dinner?”
“Does it matter? You knew she had been here, yet you came to me, willingly.”
She bit her lip. He was right. She knew he was with another woman last night, yet she didn’t hesitate to fall into his arms as soon as he kissed her. What did she expect him to do? Apologize for bringing home a date?
He’s not your boyfriend, she reminded herself.
“I guess not.”
“Go to sleep, Victoria.”
***
Breakfast is at six. Don’t be late.
Victoria couldn’t stop smiling as she read Sebastian’s text. She couldn’t remember the last time a boyfriend made her breakfast.
Okay, he was not her boyfriend, she reminded herself sternly as she dried her hair with a towel. But he was still making her breakfast. Crepes. She couldn’t wait.
She hurried to finish getting dressed.
The television was turned on to one of the entertainment channels. It was the standard background noise back in her apartment, as Nicolette needed to keep tabs on what was going on in the industry. Victoria had gotten into it as a habit now.
She was putting on her shoes when the host was announcing the morning’s breaking news.
“Looks like rumors of Erika Daniels and her new boyfriend may be true.”
Victoria froze.
“The country star and the hot young billionaire have been spotted Wednesday night in an intimate lip lock over dinner.”
She turned to look at the TV. A photo of Sebastian and Erika kissing in a restaurant flashed on the screen. It wasn’t a peck on the cheek, either. He was kissing her full on the mouth. It looked like there was tongue.
Her throat felt dry. That was two days ago. He was with her on Tuesday, Erika on Wednesday, and Liskta last night.
Was Sebastian some kind of sex addict? she thought. It made sense now. All those women. His insatiable appetite in bed — and on his desk. They had gone through an entire box of condoms in just two nights.
No wonder he couldn’t commit.
Part of her had hoped that maybe there was some chance that what they had could be more than just physical. She liked him more than she cared to admit. But while they were so good together in bed, she felt there was some part of him he was still holding back.
Maybe she should just get out before she got her heart broken.
***
“Mango or strawberry?” Sebastian said, sliding a crepe from the pan onto a plate.
“Mango!” Benson said. He was sitting at the counter top, watching Sebastian cook. “And caramel sauce, please?”
“You got it, kid.” Sebastian spooned cubes of fresh mango on the crepe before folding it up and drizzling caramel sauce over it. He set the plate in front of the boy.
“Isn’t Victoria joining us for breakfast?” Benson said, cutting his crepe with a knife and fork.
“She’s probably just running a bit late.” Sebastian grinned at him as he made a crepe for himself.
“I like her,” Benson said. “She’s really smart.”
“She is.” Sebastian set his plate down, and took his seat beside Benson. “That’s why I hired her.”
The boy took another bite of crepe, chewing thoughtfully. “She never asks me about you. Not like the others.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sandra used to ask me a lot of questions about you. And so did Ms. Keeler. Like, if you were dating anyone.”
“Victoria only talks about your lessons, I take it?” Sebastian clenched his jaw in irritation.
“No. Sometimes she asks me about my friends. And stuff I like to do after school. I asked her if she could come to my violin recital tomorrow, but she said she had to work at the coffee shop.”
“I see.”
Where was she? It was almost seven. Sebastian picked up his phone to send her a text, but he saw she’d texted him first half an hour earlier.
They moved my shift to six-thirty, so I have to go. I left twenty dollars on your night stand. I’m so sorry about breakfast.