Little Black Book

“Fuck, I’m going to…”

And then he pulled from my body and grabbed himself, tugging and spilling his heat onto my stomach. He growled, as painful pleasure pulled his brows down and made him grit his teeth.

He fell to the couch beside me, our bodies pressed together in a sweaty glaze. Our breaths filled the room with panted heat, as we each tried to catch more oxygen.

Eventually, the room got quiet and the music downstairs pounded against the glass in a rhythm close to my heartbeat. I turned to face him, only to find him sleeping soundly.

Reaching out, I ran my fingers through his dark hair and leaned in for a kiss. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind anymore. I was falling in love with Sebastian, which was a really bad thing.

Eighteen

Sebastian

“Seriously, Sebastian?” Vick yelled from above me. “This is unacceptable, especially for you. Get your fucking clothes on and get your ass downstairs.”

The side of my face was sticking to the leather on the couch and so was my soft cock. I didn’t know how long I’d slept, but I woke up feeling like I’d spent time with every woman in my book. My body was relaxed and sated and I felt so completely exhausted, I could have rolled back over and went right back to sleep.

All I knew was Jessica had been there. She’d proved to me she was worth every dime and more—so much more. I also knew the minute I woke that Jessica was gone. Her warmth wasn’t pressed against me the way it had been after I’d blown my load.

I was lying there, cold and naked on my leather couch, with Vick staring down at me with angry, beady eyes.

“What the fuck is happening to you? You never mixed business and pleasure before.”

I’d definitely gone too far. I hadn’t been planning to fuck her yet—in fact, I had been toying with the idea of letting her go. But the little mix wormed her way in. I wasn’t able to hold back. Not with her touching herself and seducing the fuck out of me.

“Do you hear me?” Vick asked.

Her words cut into my memories of the night before, forcing my morning-after buzz to dissolve quickly.

“What are you talking about? I fired her. I’m not mixing anything.” Standing from the couch, I stretched my naked body and cracked my neck.

“You’re cocking her in your office, during club hours. This is the second time this has happened. You’d never bring your girls up here before. This shit has got to stop.”

I reached down and slipped my pants on.

“This is my office, Vick. I’ll cock every woman in my book, on my fucking desk, all night long, if I want to.” I searched for my shirt and pushed my arms into it. “Since when do you give a shit about where and who I fuck?” I asked, buttoning my shirt.

“Since you started letting this bitch affect your job,” she said, pulling the door open and letting the music from downstairs in. “I’m going down. There are people waiting to see you when you’re done fucking around up here.”

The door slammed behind her for the hundredth time this week. Even though I should have been royally pissed off at being spoken to like that, I wasn’t. I couldn’t think of anything, but the way Jessica felt against my skin. I could smell her all around me. It had never been that way with any other woman. Ever.

I’d been her first. Even though it was supposed to be a special moment for her, I couldn’t help but feel like the moment had been special for me, too. Why me? Why had she so freely given herself to me the way she had? Money aside, I didn’t have to push for it. She had come to me, and that made it feel totally different somehow. And what’s worse, I didn’t hate it.

I fucking loved it.

I spent the rest of the night getting drunker than a skunk in the VIP section. I downed shot after shot, hanging my arms around the shoulders of some of New York’s hottest and richest. I was relaxed and actually enjoying myself in my own establishment, as if I wasn’t at work.

Vick was nowhere to be found and for the first time, I was glad to not have her hovering over me. The waitresses kept the drinks flowing and it wasn’t long before it was closing time. Somehow, I made it upstairs.

The next morning I woke up naked, with a raging hard on, and a headache that hurt too bad to even open my eyes. I could still smell her on my skin, and even though I knew it was a terrible idea, I needed to see her again.

“What color would you like?” the saleslady asked.

“Red.”

The color of her hair—the color of lust, and sin, and all the other things I thought of when I thought of Jessica. No other color would do for her. Sure, she looked amazing in anything, but what she was doing to me was forbidden, and I wanted to remember that every time my eyes ran across her body.