The Arrangement

30. Georgia

Chapter 30

Georgia

E verything was okay. I was fine. Then why was my heart racing like rabid wolves were chasing me as we all piled into the elevator? Something seemed off with Quinn. His eyes kept resting on me when he thought I wasn't looking.

"Here's your room key!" Sarah exclaimed, handing me the keycard with my name printed on the back. "Don't forget brunch at noon!"

My friend stopped halfway down the hall, dropping Fletcher's hand to come and wrap her arms around me in a tight hug. "This has been the best birthday ever! Thank you," she whispered tenderly.

I squeezed her back and whispered, "Happy birthday, Sarah. You deserve it."

She took off down the hall of perfectly lined doors, whispering all the while to her tall boyfriend.

"I think our room is here." Spinning, I found Quinn a few feet down, his hand on the door handle of a room with numbers that corresponded to those on the keycards.

The door opened, and both of us just stared at the empty room, dimly lit by the bedside lamp they had left on.

"Ladies first," Quinn said, waving me in as he held the door for me. Deep breath, Georgia; it's not like we haven't done much more intimate things than sleeping in the same room.

Or have we? Sure, we've been sleeping together, but sleeping together is a whole other thing. As soon as we walked in, a very obvious issue came to light as I set down my overnight bag.

"Where's the couch?" Quinn moaned, his backpack dropping down to the floor. "Really, a cuck chair was all they could muster up?"

I forced myself to smirk before looking at him. "Well, that's one thing we haven't tried for the channel."

Quinn tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at me. "Oh my god, Clark, don't start." But there was a smirk tugging at his lips regardless.

With a deep sigh, he ran his hands through his tousled curls and looked at the bed, exhaustion plain on his features. "Okay, what side of the bed do you want?"

I shrugged, choosing the right side at random, toeing off my heels from my aching feet as I did so. Quinn pulled some sweatpants out of the bag and motioned to the bathroom. "I'm going to jump in the shower real quick, unless you want in first?"

I shook my head, rubbing the heels of my feet. "Go for it." And despite myself, I couldn't help but think about Quinn naked, in the shower, while I was just behind a thin hotel door. Warmth spread over my body despite the chill in the previously unoccupied room; I immediately turned up the heat a bit as I took out my own sleepwear and skincare products.

Busying myself by taking down my hair from the complicated braid Sarah had helped me achieve, I brushed my fingers through it, trying to untangle the knots before I went to bed. Looking at my phone, I realized it was well past three a.m., and every bone in my body was exhausted.

My train of thought halted as soon as I heard the water turn on; it was as if I had become hyper-aware of every sound coming from that bathroom. The vibration of my phone nearly stopped my racing heart as Sarah's name appeared on my screen.

Sarah: I wanted to make sure you were okay with the room situation. Because you know I would even give up an uninterrupted night with this sex god to make sure you were okay, right?

I laugh-reacted to her text, shaking my head at the fact she took time from said sex god to even text me.

Me: Of course I am; I'll see you for brunch. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Of course, after the last couple of months, what wouldn't I do? I tried everything not to think about the man in the bathroom right now; the man who had just yesterday given me the most earth-shattering orgasm and was now about to sleep in the same bed as me because there was no way either of us would be able to curl up that dubiously placed chair in the corner.

The water turned off, shaking me from my thoughts as I pulled my pajamas to my chest. My skin still held the feeling of a closely pressed body and sweat from the nightclub, and I was more than looking forward to cleaning myself off. I felt like only seconds before Quinn was exiting the steam filled room, skin slightly ruddy from the heat and scrubbing his dark curls with a towel as he walked out.

"All yours." He waved to the bathroom without actually looking at me, instead focusing on stuffing his dirty clothing into a plastic bag. I all but rushed into the bathroom, piling my hair up on my head, not having the energy to wash and dry my hair at this point. Feeling like I was in a race against the time I had scrubbed off in his apartment shower, I was in and out in minutes before wiping off the makeup Sarah had so graciously helped me apply when I got too overwhelmed.

Digging through my backpack of night clothes, I immediately cursed myself when I saw a pair of cloth shorts that barely covered the back of my ass and an oversized t-shirt with a hole near the collar that Hannah had made during one of her vigorous biscuit-making sessions. So there I left the warm interior of the bathroom, backpack still clutched to my chest like some kind of security blanket to see Quinn's ridiculously huge body occupying one side of the bed.

And he was wearing glasses?

"Since when do you wear glasses?" I asked, sounding more than a bit condescending than I wanted to, to my surprise.

Quinn looked up with a confused expression. "Um, since a year ago?"

Placing the backpack down, I stared at him, crossing my arms. "Why have I never seen you wear them?"

"Because I wear them at night? To read?" he answered, holding up a reading device as if to pass my inspection. I was angry,not because I didn't know he wore glasses but because he looked very good in said glasses. They were wire-rimmed and slightly rounded, the kind of frames that only certain people could really pull off, and of course, he could. Before I could say anything else, he pulled back the blankets on the opposite side of the bed and looked at me expectantly.

"Just get in bed and stop being weird," Quinn suggested, going back to his book as soon as he had spoken.

"I'm not being weird," I muttered but got into the bed regardless and immediately turned over, switching off the light.

"What, no pillow talk?"

Rolling my eyes, I didn't even bother to turn over. "Goodnight, Quinn." The light on his side of the room went out.

"Night, Clark, get some sleep."

I could not, in fact, get any sleep. I lay there for hours, which surely in reality was not even thirty minutes, but it didn't matter because I could feel the heat radiating from Quinn's body. He was lying on his side, and I could tell he was doing everything in his power to keep his larger body away from my side of the bed. Feeling the bed shift, he switched positions again, this time with his face towards me. A fact I knew because I could feel the heat of his breath against my hair.

"Stop moving around and go to sleep!" I hissed, pulling at my shorts beneath the covers as I felt them ride up again. Why did I even grab these, for God's sake? It was nearly November!

"I hardly ever sleep on my side; I'm trying to get comfortable!" Quinn breathed back as he fidgeted with his pillow, rocking the bed even more so.

Rolling my eyes, I turned around to face him, immediately regretting my decision as he was far closer than I had anticipated. "You're doing this on purpose to annoy me."

He made a face at my accusation. "Why would I be trying to annoy you, Clark?"

"I wouldn't know because I am being a perfectly polite bed neighbor." It was his turn to roll his eyes and stare at me indignantly.

"Bed neighbor? That isn't even a thing. Go to sleep."

"I'm trying!" I spat, rolling over once again. A small shift behind me was all the answers I received. "How do you normally sleep in that stupid, big bed of yours?"

"You love that big bed of mine," he huffed. "The thread count is immaculate, and you know it."

I paused because, to be honest, his bed was comfortable, but of course, I had only been on it for…different nocturnal activities. "I haven't slept in a bed with someone else in years."

Silence fell over us, and the only sound was the heater switching on again, rustling the overstretched blackout curtains hanging over the window, which opened up to a marvelous view of the downtown skyline.

"Just stop moving," I commanded, pushing my body over to the very edge of the bed to give him more space.

"Jesus, I don't want you on the edge of the bed all night, Clark," he replied as he mimicked my move to the opposite corner. "Just push me over if you're not comfortable. I'll move even if I'm sleeping."

And with that, he turned over, and the feeling of his body so close to my own immediately made my heart begin to race. Had we been this close physically before? Of course, we'd fucked and gotten each other off multiple times now. But lying together in bed? That was intimate. The other stuff was just for show, just for the views and the cash. I had grown intimately aware of his body and how it felt, the small scars left over from childhood or the way his whole body tensed when I would kiss down to his navel.

I swallowed hard and hoped he didn't feel me moving even closer to the edge, even as I heard his breathing evening out; stupid men and their stupid ability to fall asleep immediately. I resisted the urge to move again, and even as my body was responding to his proximity, I felt the slow cloud of sleep begin to take over me. With the harmony of his gentle breathing behind him and the warmth his body exuded, I began to drift off.

Or I was about to before I moved a little too close to the edge and yelped as I nearly toppled over the side and onto the unforgiving hotel floor, saved only by Quinn's hand, which grabbed my waist and pulled me back.

"Fuck’s sake, Clark," he whispered sleepily and pulled me up against him, and I froze as I felt our skins connect where his t-shirt had ridden up. My ass was firmly pushed against his waist while his large hand lay over my navel. My body was no longer languid but on fire with the heat of his touch and the way his muscular body lay against mine.

"This okay?" he murmured sleepily, his breath moving my hair as he spoke.

"Yes," I whispered back because even as my blood ran hot, I was the most comfortable I had been all night. It was silent between us, but I could tell he wasn't sleeping. I could feel the thumping of his heart as my back lay cradled against it, and his breathing had lost the even rhyme that sleep provided.

"Do I still annoy you?" he asked suddenly and to my surprise. I was, in fact, so surprised that I turned around, coming face to face with him.

"Yes, especially when you don't go to sleep, and it's after three in the morning." I went to turn back over, but he stopped me by holding my waist.

"I'm serious—business arrangement aside, I mean," Quinn clarified, his big golden eyes staring at me in the dark space, the only semblance of light coming from the illuminated buildings outside the large window.

Licking my lips, I considered my answer, trying to ignore the way his hand felt pressed against my belly. "No. I don't think you're annoying, Quinn. I think you're very nice actually. However, that does annoy me."

He huffed a laugh. "It annoys you that you think I'm nice?"

Nodding and pushing my hair out of my eyes, I considered him. "You're just different than what I had expected." He seemed to accept my answer, staying quiet as his eyes mapped my face and a lock of hair slipped in front of my eyes once more. I swallowed hard as he pushed the errant strand of hair back behind my ear, his hand lingering there for a moment.

"You're different from what I expected, too." His voice was rough, not unlike when we were filming, but this time, it sounded more like him, not like Wolfe. I felt body heat regardless, and I had to push back the continuing realization that the mask wasn't the only thing I liked about this man, and that it had nothing to do with his pornographic endeavors.

It took me a moment to realize I was holding my breath as my lungs began to burn, but nothing else seemed to matter when I was looking at him. Golden eyes danced to my lips, then back up to meet my gaze.

Asking.

Begging.

"Quinn…" I whispered, my voice trailing off as I felt his hands grip my waist to pull me infinitesimally closer to him.

He shook his head slightly, his gaze still roaming my face as if he was committing it to memory. "That's not my name, Georgia."

Breath now caught in my throat, and I knew full well that if I crossed this line I could never go back. So I swallowed, feeling the racing of his pounding heart against my chest, and breathed, "Sebastian?—"

The words barely left my mouth when his lips came crashing into mine without a single hesitation. Sebastian's lips were soft and eager against my own, and I felt lightheaded with my head cradled in his hands as he kissed me.

It was everything and nothing like I expected; I expected him to kiss the way he fucked, brutal and efficient. But he was gentle, bordering on worship as he nipped my lower lip, tongue immediately soothing the spot. His hand released itself from my hair to cradle my jaw as his tongue stroked mine, and he swallowed my gasp as he hitched my leg over his hip.

Sebastian was hard against me, and I writhed against the pressure; the feeling of his lips, his hands, and his body was overwhelming.

"Please," I whispered as he began kissing down my neck, nipping at my pulse point before flattening his tongue against the spot.

"Please, what, Georgia?" Sebastian murmured in my ear, his voice sounding rough and deep, and I knew he was just as far gone as I was.

"I need you."

He pulled away to look at me in earnest, his brows pinched as he looked unsure for a moment. "I don't have the cameras?—"

It took me a moment to realize he thought that I meant I wanted to film it, to use it. It was my turn to press his hair back and press a gentle kiss on his swollen lips before replying, "Not for the cameras, you idiot."

Realization dawned on him, and he swallowed hard before saying softly, "If we do this, it could ruin everything."

I licked my lips and breathed him in; bergamot and mint, the smell of toothpaste and hotel shampoo.

"I think I've been ruined for a while now, Sebastian."

Before I knew it he was moving, Sebastian on top of me, his weight a familiar comfort as he hovered over me, and my legs widened to accommodate his size.

Watching me with wide eyes, as if I was going to disappear as soon as he looked away, Sebastian traced his fingers down the front of my shirt until he reached the hem. It was like it was the first time he was touching me; my skin was alight as his fingertips traced up towards my breast, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Fuck," I heard him whisper as I arched into his touch, his nose bumping into mine as he kissed me again, slowly, but building into a passionate fervor as he pressed his lower half into mine.

“Greedy,” I murmured, a smile touching my lips as our bodies aligned.

Sebastian huffed softly, his teeth nipping at the edge of my jawline. “I’m always greedy when it comes to you.”

God, I was on fire, and I needed him close to me immediately; I gathered the hem of his shirt in my hand in silent request, thankfully pulling it over his head while still propping himself up above me. He was perfect, the tan skin pulled over taunt muscles while dark tattoos flowed over his shoulder, creating a symphony of allure. Suddenly, a look of fear came over his features, making me pause. "What? What's wrong?"

Sebastian looked like he didn't want to speak, running a hand over his face in frustration. "I didn't bring any fucking condoms, Georgia."

Chewing on my bottom lip, I considered and then shrugged, "I haven't been with anyone since we've been…working together." There was a beat, his chest heaving. “And I have an IUD.”

"I haven't either."

Wrapping my hand around the base of his neck, I pulled him down towards me. "Then, can you please continue whatever you were doing?"

I didn't have to ask twice as he moaned above me, pressing me into the hotel mattress as he kissed me. Our hands scrambled to remove any barriers we had, shirts thrown and underwear shimmied out of.

I was barely able to hold in a moan as he settled again on top of me, and feeling the heat of him without a condom or clothing separating us was the closest I had ever felt to religion.

"Please tell me you're sure," he whispered, hot and heavy above me, his muscles trembling as he held himself back. His fingers dug themselves into my hips as our sexes touched. "Because I won't want to let you go after this, Georgia."

I couldn't find the words to reply to his plea; the earnest and longing way he spoke to me caused something in me to shift and break, and I couldn't focus on that now. All I could think about was Sebastian and how his weight felt over me. And how badly I wanted him inside of me, for real.No cameras, no acting. Just us.

So I placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me. All I could think of was how those puppy dog eyes would be the death of me and how I would happily walk into the arms of the reaper itself if it meant I got to keep him. How all of the emotions I had been feeling about him burst through me like a flood gate after holding them back for so long. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time.

"Sebastian, please," I murmured, pulling him down to slot his lips with my own, feeling the rumbling growl of an answer in his throat as he kissed me.

Without any words, he hitched my leg over his hip, opening me completely to him. His cock nudged my wet entrance, teasing me as he rubbed against my opening.

We had never fucked like this before; sure, we’d been face to face the first time, but our faces were hidden; a lace mask had obscured my vision, and the heavy weight of Wolfe had settled over him then.

Sebastian pushed in slowly, the size of him stretching me and crossing the line between pain and pleasure. He was slow, his eyes watching my face as he sunk inch by delicious inch. I was dripping for him, my whole body trembling as Sebastian sunk the hilt and stayed tortuously still, allowing me to adjust.

Before I knew it, he was brushing my hair out of my eyes that I must have shut in ecstasy, his fingers on my chin, forcing me to look at him.

As Sebastian pulled out, he covered my mouth with his before thrusting in again, swallowing my moan of pleasure as I felt the drag of him against my inner walls.

So this was sex; this is what my life had been missing with Derek. Dylan. Whatever his name was. It was this spark, this irresistible urge to touch and be touched by someone.

Dropping his head to my nape, Sebastian began kissing my neck as he drove into me, his hand on my waist urging me to meet him thrust for thrust .

"Fuck, you feel so good for me," he whispered, licking the shell of my ear as I moaned. "Taking me so well." I don't know what it was about those words or the octave of his voice, but all of a sudden, I was fucking Wolfe, not Sebastian.

Taking his face in my hand, I forced him to stop and look at me, his face confused and worried as he stilled completely.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned, eyes mapping my features.

I shook my head quickly. "No, it's just…" I licked my lips for a moment, then I rolled my hips, delighted to see how his eyelids fluttered with the movement. "I want to sleep with Sebastian Quinn. Not Wolfe. No cameras. Just us."

A flurry of emotions flitted across Sebastian's face as my words took root and he swallowed hard, nodding as he placed a soft kiss on my lips. With a thought, I pushed him lightly and said, "I want on top."

Without another word, he flipped us, keeping himself seated deeply inside of me as I came to rest on top of him. And God, what a glorious sight that was.

I felt his dick jump inside of me as I allowed myself to roam his body with my fingertips. All of the things I had been wanting to do these past two months and holding back in the name of being "professional." Every scar, even the birthmark on his rib cage, was caressed by my touch as he stared up in rapturous wonder.

"You can touch me too, you know," I whispered as I rolled my hips, causing his breath to catch and his hands to come up to my hips. "I'm not going to disappear."

Gently grinding on top of him, I took his large hands in mine, placing one on my breast and the other on the globe of my ass. Sebastian's thumb stroked my skin, tweaking my nipple and causing me to gasp. Suddenly, he propped himself up, pulling my legs around him and seating himself so deep inside of me I wasn't sure where I ended and he began.

"Fuck, Georgia," he moaned roughly, exhaling my name like a prayer. He ran his hand through my hair, using it only to propel my mouth into his as he thrust up into me. We met each other in unison; the only sounds in the room were the gasping and moaning of our joining.

I could feel the pulsing heat stirring in my abdomen as he angled to the spot that made me see stars. As I clenched around him, Sebastian's loose hand in my hair tightened as he whimpered. Fucking whimpered.

"I'm going to come," I groaned, my hips losing their rhythm and my body desperate for release as I ground down on him. Needing him, needing more. Needing everything.

"Not until I say you do," he growled; not like Wolfe, this was all Sebastian. Primal and wanting. Before I could blink, my back was on the bed, and he was thrusting into me earnestly, one arm propping himself up, still tangled in my hair as his grip exposed my neck to him. He kept hold of my hair while his other hand dove between us and found my clit; I cried out with no shame as he circled me while continuing to pound into me like he owned me.

And fuck did I love it.

"You going to come for me, Georgia?" he rasped, his voice deep and abrasive. The moan that escaped my lips was an accident, a product of the need that pulsed through me at the sound of my name spilling from his lips.

"Yes," I gasped, whimpering as he kissed me like a man obsessed. I was on the precipice, the blood thrumming in my ears as I felt myself tipping over the edge.

"Yes, what?" He growled the last word, hissed it out like he could barely control himself, and if his erratic thrusts meant anything, he was just as close as I was. "Who are you going to come for?"

"For you, Sebastian."

And that was it. Spots danced in front of my eyes as Sebastian pressed down on my clit while his hand fisting my hair tightened just right as he spilled into me. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and I clung to him, even as he drove into me twice and rode through his orgasm. I swore I would remember the halting breaths and moans that escaped his lips and into the curve of my neck for the rest of my life.

We stayed there, locked together with my arms still around Sebastian's neck as he cradled my head against him, and I could feel the fluttering of his heart that seemed so perfectly in sync with my own.

"Please, let me keep you."

I wasn't sure if Sebastian knew he spoke those words out loud.