“Good morning,” Sebastian says as I stretch my arms above my head and point my toes hard to stretch my aching calf muscles.

I look over and smile at the man beside me. He is naked with his ink and rippling muscles on full display. His morning wood grazes my thigh and sends desire running through my veins. I’ve always wondered how true romance novels are when it comes to sex. I was skeptical that it is as good as the things I imagine and describe, but sex with Sebastian proves books can only scratch the surface.

“Morning,” I say, back hiding my mouth behind the bedsheet, this is the first time I’ve woken up beside someone, and the last thing I want is for him to smell my morning breath.

“Really?” He laughs and pulls the sheet away before kissing me. I sigh and melt into his arms. My body is trembling with need and desire. He rips apart all my insecurities and uncertainty. I don’t feel inadequate. I feel cared for and desired.

Sebastian rolls me beneath him. His hips resting between my thighs has my body aching for him. “Are you sore?” he says against my lips.

“Yes, but I don’t care.” I pump my hips against him, and he inched his way inside me. I feel my body stretching around him. It hurts so damn good. I groan as he slowly sinks in deeper.

“Easy, baby.” His voice is gruff and low. “I care. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I need him. His slow movements are like torture. “Please. Faster.” I beg while gripping his shoulders and thrusting my hips up again to try and drive him deeper.

His groan reverberates through his chest as he slides deep inside me. Sebastian captures my lips before pulling out again and slamming back into my core. I groan at the stretch of his thick, hard cock. My body grips him like a vise with each pump of his hips. I feel every ridge and inch of him moving inside me. It is addicting, magnificent, and I never want it to end.

Our bodies move as one. My nipples drag against the groove muscles of his chest. Sebastian cups my knees, bringing them higher up on his waist and changing the downward angle of his thrusts.

“Oh my god.” I slam my eyes shut against the intense pleasure the new angle causes.

“God Jaci, your fucking perfect.” He grits out before using my raised knees as leverage to push up. When he thrusts down again, he stays deep and grinds the head of his cock against my cervix.

“SEBASTIAN!” I cry out and convulse under him. Tremors course through my body as an orgasm rips through my core.

“That’s it.” He says as he drags my orgasm out with every thrust. “So, fucking perfect.” His teeth are clenched like he is in pain holding back his release.

I orgasm twice more before I finally feel a rush of warmth inside me and his body tenses and shudders with his own orgasm. It is so intense I fall limp beneath him. His body weight settles over mine.

“I think you killed me,” I say gasping for breath.

He chuckles and rolls onto his back pulling me across his chest. “Your autopsy report will read death by sex. Just think about what will be in your obituary, ‘Jaci Michaels was sexed to death late last night. Sex Slayer Sebastian Taylor strikes again.’

We laugh at his joke, and he kisses my head. It is nice waking up beside him and I can’t say the sex this morning is just as out of this world amazing, as it had been the night before.

“I’ve got to get to the shop.” He squeezes me tight. “You want to take a shower here, and we can swing by your house on the way for you to change and get your stuff?”

“Sounds good. Do you have any appointments this morning?”

“Just one. She’ll be there soon.”

“She?” I deflate a bit. I know how women look at him and I know he is no saint where they’re concerned.

Sebastian gives me a knowing sexy grin. “Yeah, she.”