CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EMILY
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S ebastian takes a step closer and for the third time in as many minutes, his eyes lock on my nipples.
I should have covered myself—I’m his guest, not his fiancée, despite what happened in the limo—so I popped out to ask what time I had to be ready in the morning. To find out if we should leave at the same time. Or different.
Knowing Sebastian, he’s an early riser and out the door by seven. At that time, I’m usually still standing in the shower wishing I was a trust fund baby.
Not really.
Well, maybe a little.
“What guy, Emily?” he demands, his hands firmly on his hips.
“Just someone I was dancing with.”
“And this someone, was he anywhere near your sweet pussy before you exposed yourself on the phone to me?”
I gasp.
How dare he!
I thrust my toothbrush in his face. “Exposed myself? EXPOSED myself? You ordered me to lower the phone and...I am not discussing this, Mr. Remington. I am going to bed.”
Spinning, I get half a step before Sebastian grabs my wrist, and I’m slammed up against his hard chest. My palms—including the toothbrush—slap against his shirt-covered pecs. And oh god, they feel amazing. He’s rock hard.
“You didn’t answer the question.” Sebastian growls, his eyes sizzling with anger and a whole lot of something else.
Gripping my chin, he tilts it, waiting for my answer.
“Why does it matter?” I taunt him because I like the way he looks a little unhinged and is clearly upset that I was with another man.
After thinking he was engaged for half the week, which turned out to be a lie, this feels a little like revenge.
The muscles around his jaw tense and I feel his cock harden between us. God, the way my body reacts to him is crazy. I can say he’s just my boss all I want, but he’s not. This man is my lover. His firm jaw and steel green eyes control me in ways I’ve never felt before.
Sebastian oozes power and sexuality and doesn’t seem to notice the impact he has on women as he goes about his life, or perhaps he doesn’t care.
But he seems to care about me and that’s very interesting. Anyone who looks would wonder what he sees in an average girl from London.
I know I do.
Sebastian’s not handsome in that male model kind of way. There’s an edge to him that warns not to cross his lines.
He’s a little bit terrifying when he’s angry, and I find it very sexy. And I’m the object of his desire.
For now.
I know this engagement is fake. I know he wants me out of his employment as quickly as possible. I know I drive him crazy.
But why does he care if I slept with someone on Friday night?
“It matters.” Sebastian rasps, threading his fingers through my hair at my neck. “You will not get involved with other men while we are engaged. ”
“But we aren’t engaged,” I whisper, feeling my shorts soak with need.
His hand slides from my hip, over my ass, and lifts my leg.
“You’re mine while you live here and this agreement of ours stands. Do you understand, Emily?” His mouth is an inch from mine, and his fingers find my wet core. “Jesus Christ.”
I tiptoe up, unable to wait, dropping my toothbrush and moaning as he crushes his mouth to mine.
Oh, god.
I need this man to demolish me.
I barely notice the path we take. Sebastian lifts my legs around his waist and carries me down to his bedroom. I bounce when my body hits the bed, then let out another gasp when my shorts are torn down my legs.
“Take off your top,” he growls, ripping his shirt open.
Buttons go flying while I sit up and stare at his bare chest for the first time.
My god.
He’s naturally tanned with the most gorgeous pecs I’ve ever seen and a six-pack that makes me shudder. A small dark dusting of hair on his chest makes him look even more masculine.
“Top, Emily.”
Oh, shit. I scramble to take it off while he undoes his suit pants and tosses them the way his shirt, socks, and shoes went.
Before I can take in his large erect cock and all his glory, Sebastian is climbing on the bed like a predator, pressing my thighs open.
“Lie back.”
Oh boy.
Without hesitation, his mouth clamps down onto my clit, his eyes locked to mine. The world vanishes as pure pleasure rockets through me. I grip the covers, hoping this takes all night.
“My god, yes,” I cry.
He takes a handful of my breast and does things with his tongue I’ve never experienced before. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but feel the rolls of desire as they shudder through me.
My hips lift of their own volition, and Sebastian grabs the sides of my body, holding me still like I’m a slice of watermelon he’s devouring.
Because he is devouring me.
With vigor.
I doubt any other sexual experience will be like this, so I let go and my first orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave.
I scream.
Like full on scream.
I’m still screaming when his fingers enter me. Sebastian climbs over me and my eyes flicker open.
“I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy, and you are going to be so goddamn tight.”
His eyes graze over my face and tits, then he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks hard.
“Oh, shit.” I grab his shoulders. “Yes. Fuck me.”
There’s a shift on the bed, a rip of foil and snap of rubber.
Good. We can’t have any accidents.
Then he presses at my entrance and slides a hand under my neck.
“Tell me you want my cock, Emily.”
“Please, Sebastian. I want you. Inside me. I want your cock.”
With a grunt, his head slips in, and we both let out a joint moan.
Holy hell, he feels amazing.
“Take more of me inside your pussy,”
Another inch, then he’s pulling out and thrusting a little harder. He’s thick and long and I feel full already.
“Relax, I’m not going to be gentle. I have waited too long.”
Oh fuck.
Our faces are close, and his tongue sweeps over my mouth as he plunges even farther. “You take my cock so well.”
God.
I’m going to die from pleasure. I know it. There is no way anyone can feel such ecstasy and live past it.
“Fuck, yes.” Sebastian moans, closing his eyes and arching his neck as he thrusts in completely.
A smile hits his lips when he opens his eyes, then he somewhat straightens and moves my legs over his shoulder.
He presses in deeper.
“Oh shit. I don’t know. If... Oh god. Sebastian.”
I swear he’s going to come out my damn mouth I feel so full.
“Relax.” Eyes locked with mine again, he starts to move. Slowly at first, then faster, his breath a masculine pant. “Jesus, you feel like paradise.”
I reach for his face, my hand gliding over his neck and muscular body. Paradise is close, but this is heaven to me. Every inch of me throbs and burns for more.
Sebastian delivers. Just when I think I’m about to climax a second time, he pulls out and flips me over.
“On your knees, sexy.” He kisses my back. “Look at this sexy ass. I’m going to play with this one day.”
His thumb rubs over the sensitive hole, and I jump.
He lets out a rough chuckle.
“Good girl,” Sebastian drawls as he slides into me again. “Such a good, tight personal assistant.”
Woah.
Those words shoot through my body, straight to my pussy like a bolt of fire. My next orgasm explodes.
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SEBASTIAN
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J esus Christ.
Emily strangles my cock as she orgasms and my control snaps.
How I’ve lasted this long after wanting her every day, I don’t know. Her pussy tastes like heaven, but the moment I slide inside her, I enter a new level.
She’s magnificently hot and tight.
I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a woman who has fit me so well. With her breasts bouncing and hard nipples, it’s like being at the best playground in the city.
I knew she was holding back, waiting for me to come, but I wasn’t going to let her. Except, I growled the words such a good tight personal assistant , and she clamped around me so well my fucking body shuddered, and I exploded along with her.
My girl likes dirty talk.
I slap my palm on the white linen beside her while still draped over her body and kiss her neck.
“You okay?”
“No,” Emily squeaks.
I grin, pull out of her, and tear off the condom. Gripping it as Emily rolls to the side, I cup her face and gently kiss her. “Back in a second.”
I flush the rubber, turn on the shower, then return to the master bedroom and scoop her up. She’s floppy and pliant in my arms as the water runs over us.
I wash her body and smile every time her dilated blue eyes look up at me. Like I’m some god.
I could get used to this.
I won’t, but I could.
When her blue diamond clad hand lands on my upper chest, and she waits for me to lower and kiss her mouth, I warn myself to be careful.
This feels way too natural.
Way too nice.
My guard is always up when it comes to relationships. I know not everyone is like Sandy, but when you’re a billionaire, it’s something you have to be mindful of.
Emily isn’t Sandy.
I’m not Jack.
But then again, neither was Catherine’s husband. He did awful things to her, including cheating and locking her out of the house with the kids inside.
Swear to god, I nearly went to prison that day.
My father was the one who knocked sense into me, and we called the cops. On him. While he was still breathing.
Needless to say he doesn’t come to family gatherings.
Emily and I have some serious fucking chemistry, and as we’ll be living together as an engaged couple, lines can get blurred. Hell, they already feel that way, and if they are for me, they will for her.
I instructed my payroll manager to deposit the three months of rent into Emily’s account while she was unpacking earlier, so she’ll have that in the morning. It’s important I stick to my part of the deal and in paying her, it clarifies this is a business deal.
Now I need to find her a job.
Mason said he needed a new personal assistant. Do I really want Emily to work for one of my best friends when she leaves Remington Obsidian?
And leaves my life.
I turn off the shower and reach for a towel, wrapping her in it.
“I can do it.” Emily steps out of the shower.
I follow her, standing behind her, staring at the two of us in the mirror. She’s shorter than me, barely reaching my chin. Her red hair is wild and wet, and those blue eyes look sated.
She’s so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it.
Turning, she lays those small hands on my chest again. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask roughly.
Shaking her head, she glances away, but I take her face. “Tell me.”
“It’s silly. But”—Emily’s eyes meet mine—“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so beautiful and sexy in my life until tonight. So, thank you.”
Jesus.
My mouth claims hers, and I don’t say what I’m thinking, but if she believes that was a onetime thing, she is mistaken.
We are doing that again.
As many times as we can before the sheikh leaves...hopefully choosing to fund the project again.
Right now, I don’t actually give a fuck.