Mr Garcia

Please, God, don't let it be him.

14

April

He kisses me deeper this time, and I melt into him as his tongue dances seductively against mine. We lose control, and he slams me up against the wall. My hands go to his hair while his hands go to my behind and he grinds me onto his hard, waiting cock.

This is bad.

Real, bad.

I'm here with another man.

I step back and pull out of his grip "Stop it," I pant.

"You want me."

"N-not like this," I stammer.

He grabs me again and kisses me hard. My sex clenches in appreciation. Fuck, I love his dominance. Nobody takes control of my body like Sebastian Garcia.

I had forgotten what he was like.

"Sebastian," I whimper into his mouth as an ache of submission begins to throb between my legs.

"My place," he pants, and I know he's losing it, too. He slams me harder against the wall, lifting my leg around his hip. "I fucking need you." His lips go to my neck and he bites me hard. “You’re all I can think about.”

My head tips back as goosebumps scatter up my spine.

I'm making out with someone in the bathroom while on a date with someone else. I am a dirty whore.

But worse than that, I'm being a dirty whore with a bastard.

"Stop it," I whisper angrily.

I turn and open the door in a rush.

He grabs my arm and pulls me back toward him. "I need to see you. Tonight." He kisses me again. "Don’t leave me in this state."

"Sebastian." I pull out of his grip once more. "Get it through your head… I'm not going there with you again."

God… I want to.

In one quick movement, he reaches down and puts his hand up my dress and through the side of my panties. He slides his fingertips through my sex.

He smiles darkly when he finds the evidence he was searching for. "Dripping wet, baby girl."

He rubs his thumb back and forth over my clitoris, and I shudder.

He grabs my face and puts his mouth to my ear. "Don’t tell me you don’t want me." He slides three thick fingers deep into my sex, and I whimper, the grip on my face near painful. "We will fuck again, April." He licks up the side of my face. "Mark my words." His fingers pump me hard. "You're going to be naked, wet, and full of my fucking come."

He bites my bottom lip and then pushes off me. He opens the door and leaves in a rush.

I fall back against the wall and look up at the ceiling.

Hell.

My heart is racing, I'm gasping for air.

And, oh boy, I need to be fucked.

I close my eyes, feeling my pulse throughout my entire body. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I wash my hands and try to pull myself together.

Now I have to go back out there to Duke.

I'm such as asshole.

I rush back to the table and sit down. "I don’t feel so well."

Dukes face falls. "You okay?"

"Not really." I just need this night over with. "I'm so sorry. Do you mind if we just go home? I feel like I may throw up," I lie.

"Sure thing," Duke says. "Come on, you'll be okay." He puts his arm around me and leads me up the hall toward the exit. We walk back out into the restaurant and though to the cashier.

While Duke pays the bill, I glance over to see Sebastian's furious eyes holding mine.

Fuck.

I'm still thumping with arousal. Everything inside me is screaming for his body. Duke turns to me. "You ready?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." I give him a sad smile.

I'm sorry for everything.

Get me the fuck out of here.

Sebastian

April and her date walk out of the corridor and to the front desk.

Is he paying the bill? Surely not.

I glance over to their table to see their cocktails are still full, waiting for their return. I watch on as he takes out his wallet and pays the cashier.

She's leaving… with him.

I clench my jaw as I feel my temper rise.

"Do you go to the gym?" Marina asks.

But I’m too focused on April, whose eyes rise to meet mine before she quickly pulls them away.

She is going home with him, so he can put out the fire that I started.

No.

No fucking way!

I inhale deeply to try and control myself. I can feel my pulse racing as adrenaline surges through me.

Stop her.

I clench my hands into fists on my legs. I get a vision of April and me in the bathroom. Not eight minutes ago… and now she’s leaving with him.

"Sebastian?" Marina prompts me.

My eyes flick to her. "I'm sorry." I frown. Fuck. "My apologies. I… I didn’t hear you."

"I asked if you went to the gym."

"Yes." I sip my drink as my eyes rise to April again. She's waiting for him to pay the bill. He's talking and being friendly to the cashier. "Do you go to the gym?" I ask, focusing back to her.