Page 32 of Arranged Silverfox

“Thanks,” I replied, wiggling my eyebrows in his direction. He laughed and grabbed my suitcase from its spot at my side, and we headed downstairs.

I tossed my suitcase in the trunk and returned to the passenger seat. You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. Sensuality clung to Sebastian like a fine cologne. I could smell it on him. But part of me was scared. I’d never slept with anyone before. Sebastian was going to be my first. What if I did something wrong? What if his performance was lackluster, and every song on the radio was lying? What if that bullshit about breaking your hymen was true, and I bled all over his bed? Granted, I was pretty sure I broke my hymen when I was eleven, and I fell off a horse, but still.

It felt cliche to admit that I wanted my first time to be remarkable. That’s why I never went all the way with Evan or any other boys from various frat parties. I didn’t want my first time to be associated with a beer-stained couch in a dimly lit basement. I wanted my first time to be enjoyable. I wanted the earth-shattering orgasms to be mutual. Sebastian’s on his best behavior tonight, but what if tomorrow morning, he shoves me out of his apartment like another nameless trollop?

Sebastian drove one-handed and grabbed my hand with the other, sensing my unease.

“No pressure about tonight, by the way. Albert and I will put your stuff in the guest room. Then he’s gone for the night. We’ll see where the night takes us.” He pressed a kiss onto the top of my hand. I took a steadying breath. I was ready. I was starting to like Sebastian. If anything, we had great chemistry. The desire that flowed between us was undeniable and palpable.

When we arrived at the penthouse, Albert waited by the front door. Sebastian popped the trunk of his car, and Albert hurried to grab my suitcase.

“Greetings, Ms. Becca,” he said.

“Hi, Albert. It’s good to see you,” I replied.

“Likewise.”

Albert carried my suitcase to the guest bedroom and left me to my own devices.

Sebastian was busy readying the master bedroom. I spied the half-bath down the hall and was filled with a morbid curiosity.

I grabbed my makeup bag as a ruse, walked in, and yanked open the drawer beneath the counter. It was spotless, without so much as a speck of dried toothpaste.

“What? You don’t think I can keep a promise?” Sebastian asked from the doorway. I jumped at the sound of his voice.

“No, I—” I hastily put my makeup bag on the counter.

“It’s okay. I know we’re still getting to know each other, but here’s one thing you should know about me: I keep my promises. I haven’t looked at another woman since we got engaged.” He approached me from behind and circled his arms around my waist. I felt another swell of desire from an unknown place within me.

“I’ve been a little preoccupied,” he admitted, his breath tickling my hair.

“Is that so?” I teased.

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s this woman named Rebecca. She’s a total smoke show. Smart as hell too.”

I laughed, and Sebastian grabbed my hand, escorting me to the bedroom. My breath caught in my throat as memories of my birthday came flooding back to me.

“Are you ready to pick up where we left off?” Sebastian asked. He glanced at the bed, waiting for me to give him the okay.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I said. We crushed our lips together. I ran my hand over his broad, muscular chest. He tilted my chin upward. I stood on my tiptoes, and before I knew it, he swept me off my feet placing me onto his luxurious, king-sized bed.

I reached down to take off my T-shirt, tossing it over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Sebastian moved away from my lips, kissing my neck and thumbing my nipple with his hand. I felt my nipple pebble with desire. Sebastian placed his lips on my breast and ran his tongue along the side. I shivered with pleasure. He moved onto my left breast.

But then, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. Maybe Google was calling to check on the hours for The Cookie Cove again. I groaned and flipped it face-down on the bedside table.

Sebastian grinned. “Silence that thing. I don’t want any interruptions, especially not when my face is buried in your pu—”

My phone rang again, the same number. Why would they call twice? A nagging feeling needled at my gut. “I should answer it,” I said.

Sebastian sighed and rested his head on my chest, resigned.

“Hello?” I asked. I could hear heavy breathing on the other line. It sounded like sobbing.

“Is this Becca?” an unknown man asked.

“Yes, who is this?”

“It’s Jay from the club, Jasmine’s boyfriend.” My heart swelled when I heard him say boyfriend, so they’d finally made things official.