"I don't think this is a good idea though, Sebastian," I admit, glancing from him to the bag in front of me. I set my cup down and pick it up, giving myself something else to focus on. The blueberry muffin inside looks incredible. "You're my boss and I'm already in enough trouble with Principal Johnson."
Another little sound emanates from is throat, partly a growl, partly an annoyed huff. Exactly as I predicated, his smile slips, turning into a dark scowl. He does not like to be told no. It's sweet to see him get grumpy over me. Maybe I'm not the only one whose insides are fluttering and humming like crazy. For some reason, I think he's just as attracted to me as I am to him.
"I already told you not to worry about Johnson, Paradise," he says, his voice an irritable growl of sound that grates against my womb, sending little jolts of desire through me. "And I've already spoken to the board about us."
"You spoke to the board about us?" I whisper-shout, not sure if I'm going to throw up or pass out. Lord, this man is crazy. "You can't just go talk to the board about us. What if they say no? You haven't even kissed me yet, and now the Board knows you want to kiss me." I gasp as a new thought occurs. "They know you want to have sex with me!"
"Baby–"
"Oh my gosh." I place my hands on my overheated cheeks, but it doesn't help. I'm spiraling. Jesus God. This man is making me a crazy person. I feel it happening, but I can't make myself shut my mouth. It just pops open and things come tumbling out like a train wreck. "The School Board is going to know that I have sex. What if you're grumpy one day and they say, 'Of course he's grumpy, Virgin Rowan is terrible at sex.'? The School Board doesn't need to know I'm terrible at sex!"
"Shh. Calm down." Sebastian steps right up beside me and leans down, placing his fingertip across my mouth. "Stop talking, Paradise."
Oh, sure. My mouth listens to him. The traitor.
We stare at each other in some sort of weird, sexual standoff that makes me want to have sex on top of his desk. God, I didn't know brown-black could be such an enticing color, but the way his eyes darken and heat is all kinds of appealing.
"You're a virgin?" he asks, slowly pulling his finger away from my lips and stepping back.
"Yes."
"Stand up," he orders.
I open my mouth to ask why—because I'm nosy and suspicious and terrible at following orders—but he narrows his eyes before I even make a sound. I snap my mouth closed and do as instructed, rising on unsteady legs.
A storm hits as soon as I'm on my feet. Hurricane Sebastian makes landfall like a tsunami. He plows into me, lifting me right off my feet. My back hits a wall, my front plastered to his chest. He growls my name as my legs immediately wrap around his waist.
Our mouths meet with more force than a bomb blast. His kiss is wild, possessive. Way hotter than I expected…and I already expected a lot from lips like his. My hands weave their way into his hair as he licks inside my mouth. Our tongues dance together in some ancient rhythm that seems to be all instinct and desire.
He tastes like sugar and coffee, but he still smells like rainy Sunday mornings and mint chocolate chip ice cream. My stomach growls, seemingly caving in on itself as a powerful blast of lust attacks some place deep inside me. I wriggle in his arms, tugging on his hair to keep him right where he's at. I feel his erection between my legs, rubbing against my center through my panties.
They're definitely ruined now.
Yay for me!
The friction and pressure are incredible. Every time I move, he strikes against my clit, sending another bolt through me. I gasp into his mouth, writhing against the wall. The School Board doesn't matter anymore. Neither does Principal Johnson. Nothing except the intoxicating sensations tearing through me even registers in my brain.
"You want to come, Paradise?" Sebastian asks before diving right back into our frantic kiss. He grips my bottom in his hands, using them to grind me against him.
"Y-yes!"
Is that my voice? Why is it so loud?
"Then come, little owl." He bites my lip, pulling it through his teeth. His grip on my bottom tightens. He bounces me up and down on his dick, grinding me against him like he knows exactly how to hit all those sweet spots that make me see stars and little dancing angels. "I thought about making you come for me all fucking night."
He breaks away from my lips, kissing a trail across my cheek and then onto my throat. His teeth rake down the tendon in the side of it. My legs cinch tighter around his hips, a keening moan vibrating from between my lips as my entire body reacts.
It reacts again when he kisses the swells of my breasts through my top.
He bounces me against him at the same time.
His name leaves my lips on a surprised shout as the coil inside me snaps and I come harder than I even knew was possible. I tip my head forward, biting down on his shoulder to quiet my cries as pleasure races through me in a warm rush. I writhe in his arms, trying not to pass out as my heart and lungs both threaten to explode. It's so good. Oh my God. Euphoria boils in my veins, popping like little champagne bubbles all over the place.
"Good girl," Sebastian croons, grinding me against him until I fall limp in his arms. He kisses my cheek and my temple, his strong arms wrapped around me tightly. Somehow, he peels me away from the wall, dropping down into the chair he pulled me out of not even five minutes ago.
I burrow into his throat, not ready to come back to reality yet. I like this place too much. It's warm and fuzzy and perfect. My heart races, slowing in increments before finally returning to a more normal beat. I don't feel normal though.
"I like knowing I'm going to be your first, Paradise," Sebastian murmurs in my ear, his voice a satisfied purr, as if he's the one who just came. "And I already know you and I are going to be so fucking good together. You're going to love it when I'm finally inside you."