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I moved my hand back between her legs, taking a moment to pull at the small tuft of hair above her apex. I slipped two fingers halfway inside and began rubbing her clit with my thumb. My lips moved between her lips, neck, and collarbone. I wanted to taste every inch of her.

Her hips rocked against my thick fingers, and I imagined she rode my thick cock. But I would not let her first time be in the back room of a restaurant. No. It would be in my bed where I could make her come over and over again.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

An overpowering hunger consumed me, and I thrust in a little deeper, watching her face for signs of pain. She matched my movements. My heart raced as her core tightened around my fingers.

Her legs quaked, but I held her tight against me. Several spasms moved through her body, and she cried out loud enough for me to wonder if anyone could hear us. I held her in my arms for a few moments until our breathing steadied.

I helped Rebecca adjust her hair and dress. I removed my blazer and casually draped it over my forearm to hide the massive bulge in my pants.

“What do you say you spend the night with me?” I asked.

She smiled shyly and nodded. “Oh, sure. If that’s what you want. I guess?”

I laughed and shook my head, “Don’t act so surprised. I’m your fiancé, remember?”

We couldn’t leave the restaurant fast enough.

Chapter 6

Becca

Becca

Sebastiandecidedtomakea detour to my home before going to his so I could pack a few bags to keep at his place.

“It’ll be good for you to have your own toothbrush,” he said as he pulled up to my apartment. For the first time all night, I nodded in agreement with him. If we wanted people to think we were engaged, a designated drawer at his place was a solid place to start. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and he grabbed my wrist.

“I’ll come up with you,” he offered.

I nodded, and we entered my building hand-in-hand.

I ran upstairs and packed, filling a suitcase with some of my favorite pajamas, a few daytime outfits, and a couple of formal dresses in case we ever got called to a last-minute dinner party at the club. Sebastian sat in the living room, flipping through one of the cookbooks on my bookshelf, whistling to himself.

“Do you want a glass of water or anything?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said, following me into the kitchen. I grabbed my Brita filter from the refrigerator and poured him a glass, handing it to him. He took a long sip. Then he set the glass down and kissed me, shoving me up against the kitchen counter. I groaned instinctively, tilting my pelvis toward him. My clit pulsed as he pulled away from my lips, moving to kiss the soft skin of my throat and collarbone. I was done. I was putty in his hands.

“I have to pack,” I said weakly as he bit my neck. My knees buckled.

“Can’t you wait five minutes? The night’s still young,” he said. He kissed me once more, and I slipped my tongue into his mouth hungrily. I let his hands roam across my body, groaning as he squeezed the flesh of my ass.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked.

I laughed. “Says the man who’s slept with an entire Victoria’s Secret catalog.”

“Becca, those women were beautiful. But beauty’s more than just looks. Everything about you is beautiful; the way you light up a room, your laugh,” he trailed off, pressing another kiss against my collarbone.

“You’re bluffing,” I joked, flooded with a sudden warmth. It occurred to me that maybe I liked the way Sebastian saw me.

I disentangled myself from his arms and grinned. “I may be beautiful, but I still have to pack. Plus, this dress is not nearly as comfortable as it looks. Unzip me?” I turned my back to him, and he obliged, unhooking the top hook and then unzipping it.

I entered my room and ditched the dress in my hamper, changing into an oversized Brown University T-shirt and leggings.

I grabbed my makeup bag and a travel-sized container of my facewash off my bathroom counter, my body still shivering with the ghost of my orgasm. I was finally starting to understand the appeal of … sex. I wanted more. Sebastian promised more. The thought turned my spine into a live wire. I was electric.

Sebastian grinned when I walked back out into the living room, “Only you can make school spirit look hot,” he said.