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  And now that I know how he kisses, how it makes my heart race and core clench, I can only imagine how alive he can make me feel in bed.

  He breaks the kiss but only to talk in my ear, his stubble brushing my cheek, further lighting me on fire. “Let’s go,” he growls.

  My breath hitches at his obvious need for me.

  “Where are you staying?” he asks, running his hands through my hair.

  “Upstairs.” I shake my head slightly. “But we can’t use that room. I’m staying there with four other girls.” My voice is loud enough to hear over the music, but it takes all my energy. “Although, fucking on Lauren’s bed seems like a grand idea.”

  Maybe I could get off even more easily—I live to piss her off that way.

  He leans his forehead to mine and shakes with laughter against me. “We need to go,” he says, grabbing my hand before we charge for the door.

  I glance around for Lauren in case she’s looking for me, but she’s still on the dance floor with Elaine and Sam. And drinks—so many drinks everywhere.

  We pass by the rest of the girls at the table where they’re doing shots. I take one out of their hands and knock it back. “I’ll see you in the morning, bitches!”

  If they weren’t drunk, they’d probably roll their eyes that I was leaving early, but when they see Sebastian and me, hands intertwined, they start whooping and hollering.

  Either way, they wouldn’t have been able to stop me.

  Not even Calvin fucking Harris can keep me here with Sebastian fully clothed for another minute.

  I pull Sebastian toward the door, away from the flashing red lights. Once we’re out, there’s still a small line of people waiting to get in. We rush by, through the casino where the beeping and cheering from the slots fill our ears. Mix that with the multi-colored pattern of the carpet, it’s almost too much for my senses.

  I rub my eyes when Sebastian stops and kisses me next to a slot machine with the Big Bang Theory cast on it, their eyes watching us.

  When we reach the lobby, the carpet ends and clean, beige tiles replace it. Thank fuck. My senses were on overload.

  Once at the front desk, my face is flushed. I swallow, trying to regain any semblance to composure.

  Sebastian opens his mouth to speak while reaching for his wallet, but I pull him back. “What are you doing? We can’t get another room. Or at least let me pay for half.”

  He kisses me hard again, holding my head in place with one hand. When he pulls away, he stays an inch from my face. “You are so stubborn.”

  “I like to call it independent.”

  The man behind the counter pushes up his thick-rimmed glasses. “May I help you?”

  Sebastian whispers to me, “Let me buy the room.”

  “I feel like a cheap whore.” I scowl. “Is that what you want?”

  “I’m trying to be a gentleman. Is that not what you want?” There’s a gleam in his eye. He obviously likes to get me worked up, especially by invading my personal space. “Or I can throw you over my shoulder and carry you upstairs—your call.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  The glimmer brightens, his eyes full-on dancing now. “Don’t test me.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he hands the man behind the counter his credit card. “One room for tonight, please. Smoking.”

  “I’ll leave.”

  “Then I’m definitely going to do it.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “And I don’t believe you’ll leave.”

  We have a staring contest as the older man with balding white hair types away at his computer. I break it to look sideways, suddenly nervous at the way he peers at me.

  Like he’s fascinated.

  As soon as he hands us our keys, Sebastian thanks him, scoops me up as effortlessly as picking up a five-pound dumbbell, and throws me over his shoulder.

  I yelp and punch his back, but I can’t stop laughing. I have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. And from all the blood rushing to my head, pushing the tears out of me.

  He smacks my ass and carries me the whole way to our room, earning us a few stares and even some smiles along the way.

  Once inside our room, I don’t have time to look around. All I know is there’s a bed big enough for the cast of Magic Mike. The white sheets and comforter are crisp, clean—and about to get oh so dirty.

  He tosses me on the bed and pulls his shirt off, wasting no time at all. And while I’m also in a hurry to have him consume me, I can’t move, too busy basking in his shirtless chest and abs.

  So many abs.

  He pulls his jeans down, revealing the firm V that disappears into his red briefs.

  There’s nothing normal about this guy. His six-pack and bulging biceps could make bodybuilders jealous enough to cry. His veins pop out in several places in his arms, and his chest rises high as he pants for breath.

  I’m light-headed from the sight of him, and he knows it. He smirks and moves toward me, ready to pounce. Devour me, actually.

  That small movement alone makes me feel more alive than I have in a long time.

  He lifts me with one arm around my waist while the other pulls my tank over my head, making me gasp. That’s a neat trick. One smooth, quick motion.

  He growls against my neck, his words vibrating against me. “I need everything off. Now.”

  And I don’t argue as he nips at my neck and shoulder before pulling back enough for me to take my pants off, never taking his eyes from me. My legs are shaking from anticipation.

  This is it.

  This is what I’ve been hoping for tonight.

  The world stops as the realization hits me that I’m about to feel something I’ve never felt before.

  When I’m completely bare, lying on the bed alone, Sebastian stands close and studies me, one hand moving up and down my thigh. I’m exposed and needy. It’s a rare side of me, one I’m not completely familiar with myself, and now I’m sharing it with Sebastian.

  A stranger.

  Someone I’ll never see again.

  So just for the night, I don’t cover myself up. I don’t try to control the situation. I let him watch me like this, my most vulnerable state.

  And I prepare myself as best as possible to feel everything.

  His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t come toward me. “You’re sexy as hell, you know.” He runs a hand through his dark hair in hesitation, and for a moment, I think he’s changed his mind. Indecision and something else—fear—cross his features.

  So uncharacteristic of the fun and carefree Sebastian I’ve seen all night.

  I sit up on my elbows, lifting my knees so my feet rest on the bed in front of him. I’m about to ask what’s wrong when his nostrils flare even wider, along with his eyes as he watches me spread my legs farther.

  Any hesitation that was there before is replaced with something else.

  Hunger.

  Need.

  Desire.

  All for me.

  And it makes me wet with power that I have this effect on this sexy man.

  “I want to taste you,” he says, his jaw ticking like he can’t stand it that he’s not already doing it.

  I exhale while he leans down and waits for me to say something, but I don’t know how to say what I need to tell him. And to tell him what I need.

  That I want him to give it to me and make me feel everything.

  “I want to make you come. I want to see you come for me.”

  “I… look… I need to tell you something.” I close my legs and lean forward to reach for him, then fall back on my elbows and watch his wild eyes fill with confusion.

  “Right now?”

  “It’s important.” I nod furiously, making myself dizzy. Then I spit it out, “I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. Well… or ever, actually… I’ve never had one, so if you—oh!”

  I fall back on the mattress with a whoosh as his mouth assaults my most sensitive part. His determination and skill at finding my exact
spot so quickly are impressive, turning me on even more to where I feel I might combust.

  He pulls back an inch and meets my gaze over my mound. “Challenge accepted.”

  I reach down and grab his hair. Within minutes, Sebastian has me writhing, crying his name, getting me so close to what I’ve been looking for. What I haven’t been able to get from anyone else before.

  Before I know it, I’m on the brink, ready to fall over the edge. The sensation is new, exhilarating…

  But I can’t let go.

  Can’t let go of the control like I thought I could. Can’t let go of my control with this guy I’ve only just met.

  I stop myself, clenching and holding onto his hair like it’s my rope keeping me from falling off a cliff.

  And I can’t jump.

  Chapter 9

  Sebastian

  Her taste is better than the finest wine, whiskey, or unicorn water that exists in the fucking ether.

  At the front desk, even at the club, she seemed nervous, and for a second, I thought she’d say no.

  But I’m so glad she didn’t. Having her moans fill the quiet room under my touch—it’s better than the sound of waves of the ocean.

  She trembles beneath me, and I squeeze that perfect ass of hers that I’ve been staring at all night, losing my mind. I suck on her clit until her core tightens, ready to burst beneath me.

  But she doesn’t.

  She fights it.

  I squeeze her ass tighter in encouragement as I continue licking every inch of her pussy.

  When she clenches tighter, refusing to orgasm for me, I look up at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut like she’s about to go skydiving but is afraid of heights.

  I stop licking and instead, push two fingers inside her while my thumb rubs circles on her mound. Her eyes shoot open as she leans up, grasping the sheets. My voice cracks slightly when I say, “Let go for me, baby. Let go.”

  She meets my gaze and relaxes her expression with each passing second, her lips parting as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I watch her closely, her trembling body on display only for me.

  And when she finally lets go, that’s when I see it.

  Her freedom.

  Her eyes are no longer pained. She’s not nervous or on edge—she’s free.

  And that freedom spills onto my hand while her body jolts in ecstasy.

  She doesn’t take her gaze from mine, the whole thing so erotic that it makes me want to come before I’ve even had a chance to feel her, to fit myself inside of her.

  My dick is so hard, it’s painful.

  I step away from her as her eyes flutter closed, and I reach for a condom out of my jeans pocket.

  She watches me again with wide eyes as I slide it on. “That was…”

  I hover over her, her hair splayed across the white bedspread, just like I’d imagined it earlier tonight.

  When she reaches for me, I waste no time sliding into her, as deep as I can go, holding on to her for dear life.

  Her nails dig into my shoulders as I stay inside her, pulling her farther up the bed so her legs no longer dangle off the side.

  I hold her hands above her head and leave them to push against the headboard—I need her to brace herself.

  She whimpers when I pull out and pump into her again. I hold her close by the waist, her hard nipples poking me in the chest. My cheek rests against hers, and her panting and whispering of my name fill my senses as I pick up speed, thrusting in and out of her wet heat.

  She starts moving her hips in rhythm with mine, and I grunt, ready to burst if she continues.

  “Sebastian!” she screams over and over, like she’s cheering me on.

  She digs her nails into me harder, and I know she’ll leave marks, the thought so hot that I can’t contain myself any longer. I bury myself deep inside her with a few more thrusts and exhale my release before collapsing on the other side of the bed.

  We stay silent, staring at the white ceiling. The far wall is lined with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Strip. Mandalay Bay fills the other side of the street, and the sky full of unseen stars stretches out over us all.

  I can’t see Excalibur from this angle, but I’m very aware that it’s close by. Aware of the significance of that place now. It’s where my life began and ended. Where I was heartbroken and my brothers helped me get back up again.

  I may have left Naked Heat for a short while, but since I’ve been back, it’s like I never left. I’m closer than ever with the guys.

  Now I’ll also remember sweet and fiery Kendall.

  Her laugh.

  Her scowl.

  Her taste.

  As I sit here, I’m aware that this is for one night only. I’ll never see her again, let alone make her smile again or come on my fingers.

  She rests her head on my shoulder, and I play with a strand of her hair before I kiss the top of her head. I pull her close, afraid to let her go, even though I know it’s for the best.

  I’ve had a taste of her. I’ve tried the forbidden apple and want the whole fucking tree full. I want to make my way through the deadly sins with this girl.

  Greed, lust—and pride.

  Pride, that I’m the first to ever make her come undone.

  That I want to be the one to do it over and over again.

  As the night continues, I’m disappointed that I won’t get to.

  Chapter 10

  Kendall

  My first ever orgasm.

  It was… pure bliss.

  Once Sebastian finally coaxed it out of me, my spine felt like the San Andreas fault, the orgasm an earthquake shaking me to my very core as I rode the aftershocks.

  I lick my lips thinking about his tongue, his fingers, his body. He was insatiable.

  He stirs to go to the restroom, and when he crawls back into bed, he gives me a small smile. I lie with my back against his front. He squeezes my hip and squirms, adjusting himself while he exhales in my hair. “Your hair is tickling me.”

  “Don’t blame the hair for your uncomfortable hard-on.”

  He groans, then rests his forehead on the back of my head.

  I trace his forearm with the tip of my finger, teasing him, thinking there’s no way in hell he’s actually ready for round two already. But then I feel him pressed against me, between my bare ass cheeks.

  I stand corrected.

  “Talk to me.” The last thing I expect him to say.

  I turn toward him with a sly smile. “Or we could…”

  His grip on my hip tightens, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “I want to…”

  “But?”

  “I want to watch a movie.”

  “A movie? Now?”

  “Yeah, I love movies. Grew up watching Rocky and every Quentin Tarantino movie ever made.”

  I smile, thinking of a young Sebastian watching Rocky and pretending he himself was a boxer, running up a set of stairs and punching the air in victory.

  He flashes his round ass to get the remote from the nightstand, then settles close to me with his dick barely covered. I pull the sheet up over my chest, very aware that I’m exposed, but he doesn’t seem uncomfortable with his nakedness.

  The sight makes me blush, and I blush harder when he kisses me without a word.

  When he flips the TV on, Freddie Kreuger’s sunken face and evil grin fill the screen. I jump from the sudden screaming as Johnny Depp’s character gets sucked into the bed, into his nightmare, but Sebastian changes the channel to something less gruesome—a mop commercial.

  “Hey, put it back.” I reach for the remote.

  “I thought it scared you.”

  I scoff. “Yeah right. Freddie was my best friend growing up.”

  “Really?” He sounds surprised, maybe a little in awe. “What was that like? I’m asking because you’re the only one who’d know.”

  “It was interesting, but I didn’t sleep for weeks at a time. He’s just so misunderstood.”

  He smiles as Nightmare on Elm Stre
et comes back on, Nancy screaming from her window, trapped inside her house.

  When it goes to commercial, Sofia Vergara stands in front of a Ninja blender with a wide smile. “I should get a Ninja for all my yummy protein smoothies.” I say this with a bit of sarcasm, but the truth is I enjoy protein shakes. It’s Emma’s juices I don’t care for.

  Sebastian reaches for the phone, flashing me again with his ass. Hours earlier, I saw it on stage, but the private show is much better.

  I lick my lips. “What’re you doing?”

  “Call out the number,” he says without looking back at me.

  I look between him and the TV with the toll-free number on the screen, then slap his back and jump over him. “You can’t call the Ninjas!”

  Chuckling, he wrestles me onto my back. With all his weight on me, I sink farther into the bed, ready to suffocate in bliss. Then he jumps back to his side, pulling me with him. “I enjoy protein smoothies too. Juices? Not so much.”

  “Juices are the worst. My roommate puts lemon juice, spinach, and other green shit in them. Swallows it down like it’s Gatorade.” I shiver, remembering the last time Emma made me try one of her creations, convinced I could be a juice person. But that was the seventh time she’d failed.

  I’m on board with healthy living, but I draw the line at juices.

  “I haven’t had a roommate since college. My first was Erwin, and he was also my very first stalker.”

  “You did not have a stalker.”

  Even in the dim room, his dark eyes seem lighter now that he’s so animated. He’s so different from the Sebastian I saw on stage, the one with a set routine and movements to sync with the other dancers. Here, in this hotel room alone, he seems relaxed and carefree.

  And sexy—he definitely oozes sex.

  “I’d finish class, and Erwin would be waiting outside to walk back to our room together like I was just getting out of preschool. One day he even tried to hold my hand while we crossed the street.” He laughs and shakes his head. “But then I met Ty on campus. The big guy who came out with us tonight? The one with all the tattoos, who’s half Samoan, half African American?”

  “How could I have missed him? I thought Amber would have a stroke just by the sight of him.”