A Pinch of Sugar (Lights Camera Insta-love 1)

Oh my god. Is this real?

I’m achingly wet beneath my short, black skirt and the white button-down top does nothing to hide my hard nipples. Every fantasy I’ve ever had is coming true and I swear if I couldn’t feel the reassuring weight of his hand, I’d think I was dreaming. But I do feel it. And I smell his expensive cologne. His five o’clock shadow is bristling his jaw and those are real, tangible details I’ve never come up with while alone in my bed with my fingers down my panties.

He lifts our joined hands and settles them on my thigh, his attention sliding from the rearview mirror to me. My legs. Slowly, he lets go of my hand and smooths his palm over my knee, cupping it tightly.

“You’ve grown up so nicely,” he murmurs, sliding his fingertips up my inner thigh. Before he can reach my apex, I squeeze my legs together with a giggle and stop his progress. “And yet, you’re still my innocent girl, aren’t you?” His voice hardens ever so slightly. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper quickly. “I’m still innocent.”

He relaxes in the seat, but doesn’t take his hand off my inner thigh. His fingers stay there, brushing the sensitive skin up and back, up and back. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like to change that?”

“Maybe a little bit,” I say in a small voice.

His fingers stop moving. “With who?”

My gaze is drawn to the curved bulge in his lap, then quickly away. “Um. I don’t know.”

Sebastian’s low chuckle has me clutching my thighs together again, but this time it’s involuntary. I don’t know what I was expecting tonight, but I thought there would be some discussion first about…how all of this is going to work. I never thought we would fall into our fantasy roles so easily, so perfectly, without even having to exchange a word and it’s the most amazing gift.

“I think you do know,” Sebastian leans over and breathes in my ear. “I think you’re worried what you’ve thought about is bad.”

“Isn’t it?”

“A little.” He presses a single finger to my mound, teasing the very top of my clitoris. “That’s why we have to think of a good story to tell everyone. When they ask how you spent your weekend with Daddy.”

I can’t catch my breath. Moisture seeps into the material of my panties and I know he can feel it. His slow, satisfied grin tells me so. This man has total control over my body, but there’s more. There’s the line of connection between us that seems plugged directly into my heart. It’s pounding, telling me this is where I’m supposed to be. That I was lost until now.

He’s leaving tomorrow.

“How are we really going to spend it?” I whisper, ignoring the ticking countdown clock until Sebastian flies back to London and out of my life.

His index finger traces down the slit of my femininity. “At some point, we’re going to get these bratty, little panties off.”

I swallow hard. “We are?”

Blue eyes twinkle an inch from mine. “But first, we’re going to bake.”

The cab comes to a halt at the same time my heart drops. “What?”

He takes my hand and brings it to his amused lips. “I wasn’t lying when I said you had potential today, Alice.”

“I…you…” I sputter, trying to wrangle my hormones. “You weren’t?”

“No. You just need the right guidance. I’m going to give it to you. Among other things.” He kisses my hand and lets it go so he can pay the driver, then he helps me out onto the street, tucking me protectively into his side. Of course he’s staying at the Four Seasons. I’m still so turned on from our conversation in the cab, I feel like an exposed nerve walking through the elegant lobby, passing the eagle-eyed receptionist and guests.

When we step inside the elevator, he presses a button simply marked “penthouse” and the reality of the situation begins to take hold. I’m going home with Sebastian Cove—and we’re going to sleep together. After he gives me a private baking lesson. What planet have I crash-landed on? This day started off terrible…and while I might be aflutter with nerves about what’s to come, it’s ending in the most incredible way I could have imagined.

The hotel room overlooks the glittering city from all sides. I grew up in this town and even I’m dazzled. There’s a balcony running along the left side of the space, complete with a gazebo and hot tub. To the right is a sixteen-seat dining area and chef’s kitchen, all overlooking a fireplace where a roaring fire is crackling merrily. “Wow,” I whisper, taking off my sensible work heels by the door and sighing as my feet sink into luxurious white carpet. “This place is…something else.”

Sebastian comes up behind me and kisses my neck, turning my knees to jello. “It was just another room until you walked into it.”