I chuckle. “I suppose.”
He leads me from the dancefloor and we go back to our table. I grab my purse, and he slaps his friend Jameson on the back. “We’re heading off, Miles.”
Jameson turns and smiles. “Breakfast in the morning?”
“Yes, we’ll be there,” Sebastian replies as he shakes everyone’s hand at the table.
Emily hugs me. Clare leans in and kisses my cheek. “See you in the morning.”
Her husband Tristan does the same. “Goodnight, gorgeous.” He rubs my stomach and winks in his best naughty boy manner.
I giggle. Sebastian sure does have some fun, hot friends. Not that I’m complaining.
My eyes rise to my very own hot friend.
My best friend.
Sebastian gives me the best ‘come fuck me look’ across the table I’ve ever seen, and my insides begin to thump. I know that look.
I live for that look.
He takes my hand, and with a last wave to everyone, we get into the elevator. His four security guards get in behind us. Sebastian loosens his tie and undoes his top button, and we all ride to the ground floor in silence.
Life with a Prime Minister is less than private but, somehow, we make it work.
I kind of forget what it was like when there were no guards and no headlines.
Gerhard got off the charges, without any drug tests taken at the time, we had no proof and because he had a key to the room he said he was drunk and mistakenly thought it was his room.
Helena had her baby—a little girl. She’s on a good behavior bond, living in Germany with Gerhard. We haven’t heard from her since the court case, and I think she’s finally moved on. I’m happy… for her sake. No matter what she did, I always felt a little sorry for her.
Loving Sebastian Garcia is easy. Walking away from him is not.
I know that better than anyone.
The elevator doors open, and we walk out hand in hand before climbing into the back of the waiting car and being whisked into the night.
Sebastian turns the lights off and gets into bed beside me. We are in one of the Miles’s brother’s penthouses. The view over the city is spectacular. So spectacular that I won’t let Sebastian close the drapes.
New York just has this electric buzz about it, like nowhere else on Earth, and I am utterly addicted.
Sebastian’s lips take mine into a kiss, soft with suction, his tongue slowly exploring my mouth. His hand roams to my breasts and then down over my stomach. I smile against his lips. I can feel his rock-hard erection pressing up against my hip.
Our love making has hit a new level.
No longer just taking my body, he now fucks my mind.
With my pregnancy, we’ve had to learn some restraint. We’re unable to be as rough as we both usually like to be.
It’s lifted us to a higher frequency and brought us even closer, if that’s possible.
He rolls me over so that my back is to him, his body nestled up against mine, and he kisses me over my shoulder as he holds my face in his hand.
It’s slow and unhurried.
Magnified.
His hand slides down to my top leg, and he pulls it over his body. His fingers drags up and down the inside of my thigh until finally he touches my lips. He brushes his fingertips softly back and forth over me, teasing my entrance.
We stare at each other as we fall still. No matter how many times we do this, the moment his body goes inside of mine is always something else.
He slides his thick finger in as his face scrunches up against mine. I thought he loved my body when I was smaller.
But now he’s obsessed.
He adds another finger, and then another, his breath quivering on the intake as he slowly pumps me.
We stare at each other over my shoulder in the dimmed light.
There’s nobody here but us, this feeling of intimacy so raw and real.
He lifts my leg and slides in deep. My body ripples around him, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan.
Fuck… there’s never been a hotter sound.
He tenderly holds my stomach as he slowly pumps me, and I hold his face as we kiss.
The feeling between us is so strong.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers.
I smile against him. “I know, baby. I know.”
Sebastian
I hold April’s hand, feeling perspiration dripping down my back.
She cries out.
I can’t stand this.
I can’t watch her go through this pain.
My heart is hammering with fear.
“One more push, April,” the doctor says.
She shakes her head, petrified. “I can’t.” It’s been a long labor and she’s exhausted.
“Come, baby,” I whisper. “You can do it.” I kiss her temple. “Come on. Not long. One more.” I kiss her again. “Last one.”
She scrunches up her face and squeezes my hand so hard that I swear I feel my fingers break. She cries out, and the baby slides into the doctor’s hands.