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He did neither. He only watched. I wanted to know what he was thinking as I continued dancing. With every turn, I’d look back at him, only to see him still looking at me with an intensity I’d never seen out of him. I almost thought I saw the hint of a smirk on his face. It was gone as fast as it came, and I wasn’t sure if the distance was playing tricks on me—but I could have sworn I saw a crack in the façade I expected. I at least hoped I did. That was when it hit me. He liked what he saw. In an instant, I felt a little more powerful. He had ignored me since we’d been here, but this wasn’t
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“Fuck, Lily. You’re so beautiful. Come for me, honey.” Holy shit. Those words sent me tumbling over the edge, crashing through one of the greatest orgasms I’d ever felt.
The stars returned. Never had I felt this relaxed in sex. Never had I enjoyed it this much. Never had I wanted someone to fuck me so raw and passionately.
“Oh, fuck, Lily,” he said, and I could see him breaking too. He groaned as he came, his hips slowing their roll until he was fully seated in me again. I could feel him twitch inside of me.
Should
“You have freckles.” He said it like he was dreaming, like he was entranced by them.
“I like the way you think, honey,” he said. “Lead the way.” My entire body heated at his use of the pet name he only used during sex, but I walked ahead of him anyway, trying to focus more on the food and less on my husband’s borderline flirtatious words.
I paused in my eating as I watched him walk off. Was food a love language? Because I was more attracted to him now than I’d ever been.
I knew what he was like in bed, and him treating me like this made me only want him more.
I licked it up, tongue darting out to catch the sweet liquid. Sebastian’s eyes were on my mouth, and he looked interested. Which didn’t make sense, considering how messy and loud I’d been all day. No one should like me this way, yet I was starting to wonder if he did.
Sebastian downed the soda he’d gotten at the fourth food truck, and I found my eyes drawn to his throat as he drank. I really needed to get it together before I jumped him in this park. Him on top of me was all I could think of.
“No,” he said loudly, turning to her. “Can you not see I’m trying to make sure my wife is okay?” Silence.
“Heather, I am not in love with you,” he said. “I am in love with my wife. Coming here and upsetting her is inappropriate. I know we discussed you continuing to work under me, but I think you should go back to LA and work for my father.”
“If that is what she thinks,” he began slowly, “then I’ve failed her as a husband, and I’ll spend every day attempting to make up for it.”
“Do you think I liked leaving her to fend for herself while I was with you? No, Heather, I wanted to be with Lily. All of those nights, I wished I were with her.”
“I’ve never . . . you know, come for anyone else.” Sebastian blinked, and then he turned red. “That’s a shame. You’re beautiful when you do it.”
“And what if I told you that being happy is what I want for you?” I took a shaky breath. No one wanted me to be happy.
“Lily, I should have never spent so much time at work. I should have never assumed you were okay when you weren’t. I’m sorry.” My face heated. “It’s okay, I—” “No, it’s not okay. I should have tried to get to know you. I should have asked more questions when we moved here and I saw you struggling. You have every right to hate me.”
“I like them.” His eyes met mine again. “I like you.”
“You look beautiful without it.” He came to stand in front of me. “I could kiss each one of the freckles.” Holy shit. Could someone die of embarrassment? I looked up at him, hoping he would follow through with his promise, but he stepped back, his cheeks dimpled as he smiled at me.
My skin was hot, and it wasn’t just from the workout. Seeing Sebastian like this had flipped a switch within me, and whatever distance we had put between us was closing in my mind. In a rare moment of power, I grabbed him and kissed him.
God, I wanted to touch it.
Did he look at me like this? Did he see me and think about me in bed with him? Did he ever glance at my ass and think, God, I’d love to grab that?
He laughed. “I love that I can see your blush when you don’t wear makeup.”
He looked relaxed again, as if he was happy to have me back next to him. My stomach coiled bitterly. I wish he was happy to have me near him in all ways.
“Lily, you haunt my dreams,” he said. “When I close my eyes at night, I see you, dressed in whatever the fuck you want to be in, whatever weight you are at. Any time I see any curve of you, any amount of skin, I want to touch it, with my hands, with my tongue. I don’t care what. I want you.”
“I want you every day,” he said. “Don’t ever doubt that. Don’t ever doubt yourself. Lily, you are not the problem. You’ve never been the problem.”
“Forget work. Fuck me instead.”
“The sounds you made,” he said, his voice low, “I am not going to last long. Especially not if you use your mouth.” I sighed. “We’ll have to save that for next time then.”
“God,” he said. “I love the sounds you make, how you feel.” “Seb-Sebastian,” I said, my breath hitching. “I need you to move. Please fuck me.” “Where’s your flowery language now?” “I don’t have time for flowery language when you’re inside of me. I want you to lose control. I want to feel this tomorrow.”
He slammed into me, harder than I’d ever felt, and the couch moved with him. “Fuck, yes.” My body was begging for more.
I packed for both of us since our things became so intermingled. We slept in the same room, either fucking each other to sleep or holding one another so tightly the world fell away. Some nights it was his room, and some nights was mine. I didn’t really care which one—I just liked being with him.
“Did you want that salad?” he asked. “What do you think?” I muttered. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “It’s fine,” I said. He leaned in. “They have pie. I’ll get you a slice and we can meet by the bathrooms.” “That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Lily,” Sebastian said into my ear. “Come for me again, honey.”
“Yes, I did. You’re my wife.” “I don’t have to be anymore.” “I’m not letting you go now,” he said, smiling. “I was stupid to ever consider it. I know who you are, Lily. Every crack in your old persona was a wakeup call for me, illuminating the real you and not the person you had to be.” My jaw dropped at the beauty of his words.
“We’ll be busy until nine,” he said, smiling deviously. “You know, Sebastian Solace, I might take you up on that.” His gaze brightened at my use of our chosen names, something we both had decided on shortly after our contract ending. “Well, Lily Solace, I sure hope you do.”
