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Tilly
“How did things go at Kate’s shop?” Sebastian asks as I walk into the apartment three hours later.
I didn’t expect to hang out at the bridal boutique for most of the afternoon, but I could tell that Kate did need help since the store was filled with soon-to-be brides looking for the perfect dress.
I opened each of the garment bags that had been dropped off and checked each dress off the corresponding list.
By the time I was done, Kate had made a few sales, her new inventory was checked in and I felt like I could face Sebastian without letting my mind wander to the future.
“Everything is taken care of.” I toss my purse and keys on the dining room table. “She owes me pizza and beer now.”
“Pizza and beer?” He laughs from where he’s standing at the windows that overlook midtown Manhattan. “That’s a great way to get paid for your hard work.”
My gaze catches on the vase of flowers next to him.
The withering red and yellow bouquet he bought the day after he moved in has been replaced with white roses.
They’re my favorite.
“You bought flowers again,” I point out the obvious as I cross the room to where he’s standing.
His brows draw together as he leans against the windowsill. “Flowers make you smile.”
My heart reacts to his words, upping its beats.
He looks back out at the city. “My partner is getting married next week. It’s a last minute thing since he’s moving to Chicago soon.”
“Your partner is leaving?” I look out the window too at the late afternoon sun reflecting off the windows of the building across the street. “So you’ll be getting a new partner?”
“That’s how it works.” His jaw flexes. “The ceremony and dinner will be at a restaurant uptown. I was wondering if you’d like to go with me?”
Now, that does sound like a date.
“I thought it would be good practice for us before Julian and Maya’s big day,” he clarifies. “We’ll check out the maid-of-honor and best man’s moves, so we don’t mess up when it’s our turn to step up to the plate.”
This is sounding less like a date and more like a research project.
I nod. “Sure. I’m on board for that.”
He kisses my forehead. His lips trail a soft path down to my cheek. “Last night was incredible, Matilda.”
I lean back to look into his stormy blue eyes. I see a heady combination of lust and need.
Kate’s words circle through my thoughts. I do want more experiences with him. I want to enjoy every second we have together.
I can sleep with this man and keep my heart from diving into a free-fall.
“It was one of the best nights of my life,” I whisper as my gaze drops to his lips.
“Let’s make tonight the best night of your life.” He moves quickly, pulling me into his arms. “I need to go see my lieutenant, but I’ll be back to cook dinner and then...”
His words get lost in our kiss. It’s slow, sensual, and a promise of what’s waiting for me in his bed tonight.
***
“Ah, Christ.” He leans back on his bed, his hands fisting the sheets, sweat peppering his forehead. “How, Matilda? How the fuck did you learn how to do that?”
He doesn’t want to know that so I don’t answer.
I hollow my cheeks again and slide his beautiful, big cock into my mouth.
We’ve been in his bed for more than an hour.
He made a simple salad for dinner before he tugged me up from my chair, slid my dress off of me and carried me into his bedroom. I was wearing only my white lace bra and panties.
I’m still wearing those, but he’s long since stripped himself of his clothes.
He’s gloriously naked now, laid out like a feast just for me and I’ve been taking full advantage of it.
We kissed for what felt like a full thirty minutes while I stroked his dick with my hand, inching him closer to an orgasm.
When he breathlessly announced that he was on the brink of shooting his load all over me, I slid down and took him in my mouth.
He came.
I swallowed every last drop and when he tried to push me down to take care of me, I resisted.
I whispered that I wanted more and he groaned before falling back onto the bed, his cock already hard again.
“Your cock is perfect.” I run my tongue over the shaft. Trailing kisses down one side before I leisurely lick the base.
“You love sucking it,” he growls. “My cock. You love sucking my cock.”
I nod as I inch the tip between my lips again.
“I want to come inside of you.” He tugs on my hair to pull my head up. “I need to fuck you.”
I’m in control.
My desire matches his demands. I’m going to take him to the edge again with my mouth before I sheath his cock and mount him.
“It’s never been this good,” he whispers the words into the air.
My hand dips between my legs, wanting to get myself off.
I want to be his best. I want to be the one that he’ll never forget.
He stills. “Don’t touch yourself. Please. I want that.”
His words are breathless and filled with heavy need.
I move quickly, grabbing the condom package he threw on the bed earlier. I rip it open, carefully cover him and slip out of my panties before I lower myself onto his thick cock in one slow, painfully perfect movement.
