Words. They flow together from my fingertips like they haven’t done in a long damn time. I feel good behind my computer. I’m not staring at a blank screen and blinking cursor, but at words, as they start to fill my screen. The characters start coming to life as I mold and create their world.

When the phone rings I answer it, and when the door opened, I did what Sebastian needs me to. Other than that, while he saw his clients, I wrote.

I was doing some research on the internet when the door opens. The smell of pizza fills the air and my stomach growls. “Hi, I have your pizza.”

“I didn’t—”

“I did,” Sebastian says, coming into the lobby. “Thank you.” He takes out his wallet and pays the delivery driver, then brings the pizza over to the desk. “I was hungry, and you were busy, so I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I smile, “I was busy.” I emphasize the word was. “I wrote three chapters, and I’m really excited about how the story’s shaping up.”

“That’s great news. Do you want a break?” He gestures towards the pizza.

I look towards the desk and my computer longingly. Would Bas understand? “Ummm.” I bite my lip.

He laughs, “Go write. I’ve got another client coming in thirty minutes. I’ll eat and leave the rest for you when you are ready to take a break.”

“It feels like I’ve been thanking you a lot since we met but thank you.”

“No need to thank me. You’ve been helping me as much as I helped you today. Not stopping to answer the phone or the door, makes my appointments go faster. It’s a win-win. We help each other.”

I hesitate before dismissing the question I want to ask. “Yeah, I guess we did.” I don’t want him to feel like I’m trying to insert myself into his life. In a way, I kind of already did that with my plan to use him to teach me what it is like to have intimacy.

Sebastian sits on the couch to eat, and I go back to the desk. His client came in, and they go to the back, while I continue to pound out words. By the time they are done, I’ve written two more chapters.

“Are you sure Bas?” The syrupy sweet voice has me looking over my shoulder. She is gorgeous, and her clothes leave little to the imagination. I’m glad I didn’t look up when she first came in. Sebastian is still in the lobby, and I let him greet her.

“I’m sure.” She’s pouting as she leaves through the front door. My gut twists at the familiarity between them. They’ve slept together. It’s obvious, and she was expecting it to happen again. She’s his last appointment for the night, so...

“I’ve got to get out of here too. Rainbow needs to go for a walk.” I start packing up my stuff.

“Jaci.” He is right behind me, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his body. “Don’t run.”

His hands move over mine and stop me from putting my computer away. “It’s time for your first lesson in intimacy.” My breath hitches, “I’m not going to fuck you, not tonight.” His voice is low and gravelly. “I’m just going to make you wish I did.”

‘Already there,’ I say to myself, but stay quiet. My nerves are on edge, and I feel like electricity is humming through my blood.

His hands move to my waist, and he turns me in his arms. “Just feel. Don’t think.”

Sebastian kisses along my jaw, and my head falls back to give him better access. His lips, tongue, and teeth slide over my skin as it sends shivers down my spine straight to my core. His lips slant across mine, and his tongue coaxes me to kiss him back.

I feel as if I’m drunk. My head is in the clouds, and my body feels alive and feverish. I can feel my pussy melting for him again. He’d shown me a taste of passion the other night. Now he is overwhelming me with it.

He lifts me onto the desk, and automatically my legs go up around his hips. My thighs are holding him firmly against me. I’m all but begging with my body for him to take me then and there.

I feel his hand slide up under my shirt. He squeezes my breasts firmly molding them to his hand and testing their weight in his palms. In response, I rock my hips against the rigid straining length of his cock. I want him, and I want him to take me there on his desk. I need him to take me where no one can walk by or look in the door and see us. It’s reckless as hell, but I don’t care. At this moment, he can talk me into anything he wants, and I’d do it, without question. It’s that realization which douses me as if I had been dumped in an ice bath. I could completely lose myself in Sebastian Taylor.

“Wait.” I pull away. My body wants him. Hell, I want him. But I’m afraid of him and everything he makes me feel.

Sebastian steps back and gives me space to breathe. “Have you changed your mind?” His voice is gruff with arousal and frustration.

“No. Yes.” Fuck. “I don’t know, maybe.”

I watch him roughly run his hand through his hair. He is wound tightly, and his body is stiff, but even though his disappointment is easily seen. Sebastian doesn’t lose his control.