“Don’t stand on my account.” I smile.
They both dip their heads. “Good evening, Miss Bennet.”
“Hi.” I can hear loud music echoing from inside the gym. “Is he alone?”
“Yes.”
I open the double doors and hear the deep beat of the music playing. I raise my eyebrow.
One of the security guards drops his head to hide his smile. I glance in to see that the light in the room is diluted, lit only by the exit signs over the door. I see Sebastian on the other side of the room, totally engrossed in his chin ups.
I close the door behind me and walk in unnoticed.
The song Goosebumps, The Remix by Travis Scott is playing, and I smile. Sebastian loves this song. He says it reminds him of me when we first used to meet back in the club.
I lean up against the back wall as I watch him, the beat to the music deep and sexy.
Sebastian’s legs are bent at the knee, and he pulls himself up on the bar. His T-shirt is wet.
Up, down, up, down, up, down.
His ass is tight and taught. Mighty fine.
How much strength does it take to do this many chin ups?
He drops to the floor and bends over with his hands resting on his knees. He pants as he rests, and I smile as I watch him.
Hmm….
He motions to reach up again but his shirt must be constricting him. He takes it off and throws it on the floor.
He pulls himself up, and I see every muscle in his back contract. The sheen of perspiration catches the light. Oh.
I feel myself flutter.
I turn and hit repeat on the sound system’s iPad on the wall.
I watch him go up and down, his muscles contracting, with my heart in my throat.
Unable to help it, I step forward. Our eyes lock in the mirror but he keeps going with his chin ups.
The sexy song plays on in the background as I walk over and stand in front of him.
He pulls himself up as I slide my hands up his perspiration-clad body. He eases himself down, and I do the same. His biceps and shoulders are pumping.
Just like my blood.
Our eyes are locked. It’s just him and me.
Hell, he makes me forget how to breathe.
He rises up and down, his dark eyes locked on mine, and I cup his groin. I kiss his stomach, I run my hands up over his rock-hard abs and then lower.
He’s hardened.
I inhale sharply, and he lets go of the bar and jumps down.
In one sharp movement, he has me pinned to the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat.
His mouth moves to my ear. “Did you come in here to feed my cock?” he whispers darkly.
I stare at him. His knee parts my legs, and he pushes his hard erection into me as he bites my ear. “Answer the fucking question.” He growls.
Goosebumps scatter up my arms, and I smile. So appropriate with the song that’s playing. “Yes.”
He slides his hand up my thigh and slips my panties to the side. He inhales sharply when he feels how wet I am. And then, without warning, he impales me with three thick fingers. I whimper into the darkness and glance at the door.
The guards are just outside.
He works me hard as he stares at me. He has the strongest fingers ever…
Fuck.
I grip his damp shoulders and, oh…
In one strong movement, he lifts my legs, spreads them wide with his strong hands, and he pins me to the wall, his cock sliding deep inside my body.
My eyes flutter closed when he bites my neck.
Goosebumps… every time.
He puts his filthy mouth to my ear. “Feed me.”
I text Sebastian.
Where are you? We have to leave.
He replies:
I’m coming. What’s the rush?
I roll my eyes. I told him this ten times already.
Hazel is only awake for another hour.
We are on a hard time limit.
He replies.
FFS, I’m coming. Around the corner.
I flit around in excitement. We’re going to see Charlotte and Spencer’s new baby girl.
Hazel Grace is four weeks old, and to be completely honest, I’m obsessed with her.
She’s my favorite hobby.
She’s sweet, chubby, and she smells like Heaven, all while wrapped in a pretty pink blanket.
Sebastian’s car pulls up out the front. I grab my coat, run out, and I jump in.
“Hi.” I kiss him quickly. “Took your frigging time.”
“Calm down, woman,” he says as we pull out into the street.
“I told you to be quick.” I gasp. “I can’t hold her if she’s asleep, Sebastian. It’s rude to get someone’s sleeping baby out of bed on a visit.”
He rolls his eyes. “Your obsession with this child is creepy.”
I smirk. “Maybe.” I bounce in my seat. “Drive faster.”
He exhales in exasperation as he glances into the rear-view mirror at the security car trailing us.
“If I’ve missed her, I’m blaming you.” I scoff.