“Fuck,” he grits out. “I’m right there, Trouble. Right fucking there.”
His arms hold me tight. One sprawled across my stomach, grounding me. The other moves from my clit to wrap around my throat—not tight, but firm.
Enough to remind me who I belong to.
“Let go,” he mutters, his voice all gravel and heat. His mouth brushes my jaw, teeth grazing the skin. “Come with me.”
And I do.
God, Ido.
The orgasm hits me hard, tearing a cry from my throat as my body seizes around him. My vision turns white. Every nerve lights up. I’m undone all over again.
Sebastian groans, and the sound vibrates through me, stealing whatever breath I had left. He thrusts once, then again, deeper, harder, until his body locks tight against mine. I feel every pulse of his cock as he comes, buried to the hilt, warm release spilling deep and slipping down my inner thigh. His whole body shudders, the force of it crashing through both of us.
We remain in place, chests heaving, his arms wrapped tight around me like he’s never letting go. My knees feel useless. Mybody’s boneless. But Sebastian holds me, anchoring me against him like it’s the most natural thing.
“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing his lips over the curve of my shoulder.
I manage a breathless laugh. “You just made me see stars. I think I’m more than okay.”
He chuckles low, presses a kiss to my neck, and mutters, “You are trouble.”
“Yourtrouble,” I counter back, smirking at our reflection in the mirror. To my shock, he doesn’t argue.
29
Olivia
So Easy (To Fall In Love) - Olivia Dean
I’m late. Not like oops-I-snoozed-the-alarm late on a Saturday.
I mean full-blown, arm-juggling, near-death sprinting through Wattle Creek’s sleepy main street with a five-year-old and an avalanche of Hot Wheels in my tote bag.
“Why are we running?” Teddy pants beside me.
“We’re not,” I say, not slowing down. “We’re simply power walking.”
Truthfully, I wasn’t supposed to bring him. Sebastian had been called to work at the last minute—some court prep for a trial, something too serious for me to question further—and he’d texted, asking if I could watch Teddy for a few hours. And I, being an idiot with no self-preservation skills and zero boundaries, said yes. How could I say no?
So here we are. When we finally reach the café, Amelia’s already seated outside at one of the sun-drenched tables,cupping her latte with both hands. She looks up when she sees us, and her expression bounces from confusion to amusement.
“Oh! You brought a date?” she says, leaning forward with a smile.
“Sort of.” I huff, nudging Teddy gently toward the seat beside her. “I need to watch him for a few hours, and I didn’t want to bail. I’ve been a crap friend lately, I’m sorry.”
Amelia waves me off. “You haven’t. Well, maybe just a tiny bit. But this”—she gestures to Teddy—“kind of makes up for it. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” I say, sliding into the chair across from her with a breath of relief. My shoulders finally unclench. Coffee and sunshine. Two things I didn’t realise I needed this badly until right now. The waiter comes out to take our order, notepad already in hand. I rattle off my usual before gesturing toward Teddy.
“He’ll have a babyccino, with extra chocolate on top, and a cheese and tomato toastie, please.”
As the waiter disappears inside, Amelia leans toward Teddy with a curious smile. “What’s your favourite car, Teddy?”
He glances up at me first, like he’s waiting for permission. He’s been doing that a lot lately; seeking reassurance, checking my face before answering a question or making a choice. It’s subtle, but I’ll be damned if that doesn’t melt me from the inside out.
“The red one,” he answers Amelia.
