Sebastian watched as her breasts bounced free. Her nipples were erect. As she cast the dress aside her hair tumbled back down to her shoulders. She looked so good straddling him it made his gut tighten.
Latching her hands over his shoulders, she pivoted, his body her anchor she began to stir her hips on his, fast finding a rhythm and holding it.
Sebastian shifted his hands to cup her breasts and watched her expression change when he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. Her reaction was acute and it fascinated him. Her head tipped back. Breathless gasps issued from her open mouth and her eyes rounded. He felt it where her body clenched his cock too, each and every time she ground down on it. Lowering one hand to the juncture of their bodies, he stroked his thumb over her mound and into her slit.
Her clit protruded, and when he glanced down he could it was all rosy and swollen between the plump lips that framed it. She cried out when he made contact with it and gripped him so hard he had to close his eyes for a moment to stop himself coming. When he opened them it was to the sight of his rigid cock disappearing inside her while she worked up and down on him, quickly, and the sight triggered his need for release.
Instinctively, his hips forced up from beneath, in order to parry her thrusts.
She locked eyes with him and nodded, then moaned loudly as she reached her peak, her cunt clenching and unclenching rhythmically, milking him off. The release barreled through him, his balls burning, his cock jerking violently as he shot his load.
She dropped into his arms, and he held her tightly.
When she shivered, he stroked her back, soothing her.
Neither of them said anything, they didn't have to. Sebastian knew he had never had sex like this before, this incredible intimacy and the bond between them was opening up the possibilities for pleasure beyond anything he'd ever experienced. He sensed she felt the same, but he didn't want to ask because he didn't want to break the spell. He wanted the moment to last forever.
Chapter Eleven
Amy was right—Jake Brent did resemble a weasel. A thin, sandy comb-over and small, close-set eyes gave him a feral look. Sebastian regarded the man with curiosity. His reaction to Sebastian's questioning had been odd. He'd been eager at first, to chat, and yet right now he looked like an uneasy weasel, one that had been cornered by an enemy predator.
"No, I haven't got any information." He looked at Sebastian's ID as if it carried traces of the plague itself. Why? Why had he been eager to give Amy information, and not him? Amy represented the media. A whiff of serious investigation and he didn't want to be involved. That was an interesting conundrum. Jake had to be after publicity for his speculation, but why?
"You said he was a friend," Sebastian quizzed. Sebastian had tracked him down in the bowels of the studios, and said he'd appreciate a quick chat. The man had claimed to know Quentin well at first. Presumably because he thought Sebastian was another journalist.
"Yes, we worked together on the set, and we sometimes had drinks after the filming." He turned away from Sebastian and began to fiddle with the stack of equipment he'd been working on in the sound room, avoiding eye contact. "Doesn't mean I know where he is right now."
"Any idea why he might want to leave London?"
"No, none at all."
"Is there anyone else missing from the crew?"
Jake's head shot up. That touched a nerve. Interesting.
"No." He looked decidedly uncomfortable. "Not that I know of, but pretty much everyone is away right now, making the most of the studio closure, you know."
"Sure," Sebastian smiled, trying to put the man at ease. "Did you have a chance to get away yourself?"
Jake stared at him, his mouth tight. "No, I like to stick around."
It was curious, and somehow revealing. Sebastian wasn't quite sure what it was telling him, but he was glad he'd squeezed the visit in. He glanced at his watch. He had to be at his office in under an hour to supervise a staff meeting.
"I appreciate you talking to me." He held out his hand.
Jake shook it, briefly, again not making eye contact.
Why set the press off on a red herring about a missing friend, Sebastian puzzled, as he headed back to the studio car park. It was a shame there wasn't anyone else other than Jake and a lone security guard at the studios, someone to bounce similar questions off, for an alternate view. This Jake character was cagey and inconsistent. He had to have an ulterior motive or an axe to grind.
As Sebastian climbed into his Land Rover and flicked the air conditioning up a notch to combat the growing heat of the day, he realized he'd have to find a way to bring it up with Amy again. Finding an unobtrusive way to do so was going to be the hard part. This hidden agenda thing he inadvertently had going on was a pain. He regretted hiding his intentions. He should have admitted he was doing some groundwork for her earlier on. She might have been okay with that. Instead, he'd started to do his own thing and now he had a guilty conscience.
He got through the city as fast as the traffic would allow him and made it to the City Investigations office just in time for his staff meeting. He couldn't afford to cancel it if he was to keep tabs on everyone. Stella, the secretary, stood up and shook her head at him as he rushed into the office.
"Cutting it fine again, huh?" She tapped her fingers on the desk and looked at the clock. Stella ruled the place like a mother hen. It was what made the company office homey and kept it functioning at all times.
"You know how I like to live life on the edge."
She gave him a stern shake of her head. "Speaking of living life on the edge, Scotland Yard called. They wanted to make sure you would be there for your award presentation a week on Thursday. Shall I give confirmation of your attendance?"