Holy hell.

Then he’s all in, moving almost violently against me; his lips, whiskers, and face glistening with the evidence of my orgasm.

He closes his eyes in a state of absolute bliss. His thick tongue thrashes and, oh God, my back arches off the couch.

“Ahh!” I cry.

He flips me over and drags me to the end of the couch, positioning me on my knees before he slams in hard from behind.

The air is knocked from my lungs, and I push my face into the cushions.

Ouch, fuck!

He fucks me, and it’s hard, deep, and powerful strokes. His thick cock is moving at a piston pace, and somewhere in my daze, I come to the realization that I’ve never been fucked like this before.

So thoroughly.

So completely.

He begins to moan, and I smile against the cushions. What a fucking hot sound that is. He slams into me and then holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes hard. He lets out a low, guttural moan, and he continues to slowly slide in and out, releasing his body of the last of his orgasm.

I’m gasping for breath; my body is wet with perspiration. I glance over my shoulder to see Sebastian’s satisfied smile.

I pant and drop my head, my body still shuddering with waves of pleasure deep inside.

Just wow.

He pulls out, panting for breath as he tips his head back to look up at the ceiling. His hands rest on his hips.

“Fucking hell,” he gasps.

I’m speechless. There’s not a coherent thought in my empty head.

He was meant to be sweet and simple, not hot and devious.

That was so random.

“Shower,” he says, and he grabs my hand to pull me up. He leads me down the hall and into the bathroom. After he turns the hot water of the shower on, he removes his condom and throws it in the waste bin.

Without another word, he spins me away from him and unfastens my bra.

I glance over at our reflection in the mirror. My hair is all over the place, and he’s completely naked.

I think we’ve been in the apartment for all of fifteen minutes. So much for me not sleeping with anyone. I guess I really am an Escape Girl.

Whorebag extraordinaire.

Sebastian throws my bra to the floor, and then he moves my hair to one side of my neck and tenderly kisses me on the sensitive skin there.

“You were incredible,” he breathes against my ear.

My hand instinctively rises to his face, and we stand cheek to cheek for a moment. Our eyes lock in the mirror, and his forehead creases. I turn toward him to take his face in both hands, and I kiss him softly. I don’t want anything hard anymore.

I want sweet. I want gentle. I want tenderness.

We kiss for a few moments, and his big, strong arms fold around me. He holds me tightly, and oh… this man.

Our kiss turns desperate, and he pins me to the wall, letting our tongues explore each other’s. Taking our time. His hard erection is up against my stomach. I open my eyes to see that his are firmly shut. He’s right here with me.

He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Wasting no time, he slides in deep, right where he’s supposed to be. It feels so natural between us that I can’t help but smile against his lips.

We move in sync.

“Fuck,” he whispers before he pulls out in a rush and puts me down.

“What’s wrong?”

He drags his hand down his face. “I’ve got to…”

“What?” He looks around the room like a scared animal. “Sebastian?”

He tears a towel from the hanger and wraps it around his waist. “Condom,” he says before he rushes from the room.

Huh? I turn the shower off, and my eyes widen. Oh shit, we forgot a condom.

Oh…he’s getting a condom, I turn the shower back on and get in under the hot water, waiting for him to get back in. I put my head under the water and smile up at the ceiling as the steaming hot water runs over my face. I can’t believe this night.

Sebastian comes back into the bathroom, now fully dressed.

“I’ve got to go,” he says.

“What?”

His eyes hold mine, but he says nothing.

“What are you doing?” I frown. “We have all night together.”

He opens his mouth to say something and then stops himself. “I’ll see you later.” Without another word, he rushes out of the room.

I turn off the shower and run after him, grabbing a towel from the rack.

“What? Why?” I call out.

“I have to go.” He storms toward the front door.

“Where?”

“Home.”

My face falls as I connect the dots. “Are you kidding me?” I snap.

He stops.

“Are you fucking married?”

He stops and spins back toward me. “What?”

“You’re married!” I cry. “You do have a wife and family, don’t you? That’s why you come here. That’s why you have to leave?”

He screws his face up, clearly disgusted. “What?”

I get a vision of a wife at home waiting for him, and three little kids tucked up safely in their beds waiting for Daddy.

I get a lump in my throat because, hell, I do feel like a whore now. The lowest form of low.

“Are you married?” I whisper.

“No.”

“Is there someone waiting for you at home?”

“That’s none of your business.”

My eyes well with tears.

He drags his hand through his hair. “I’m single,” he finally says. “Not that it matters.”

He turns, and without another word, he leaves.

Regret swims around in my stomach.

I walk to the door and rest my forehead on the back of it.

What the hell just happened?

4

April

I turn and look around the now silent apartment, taking in all its luxurious splendor. My eyes drift to the two half-empty glasses of alcohol on the counter.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “What the hell was that?”

I drag my hand down my face and trudge back up the hall. I look back toward the front door.

Maybe he’ll come back?

I roll my eyes at myself.

Yeah, sure he will.

I get back in the shower and put my head under the steaming hot water.

My body is still thumping. I can feel a pulse in my sex. I wash myself, and it stings from the stretch of having him inside me. His body worked mine over well—too well.