Page 50 of King of Clubs
Just before I stepped into the lobby, I turned back to Seb one last time and found him glaring at Adam, the tenderness he’d worn all night long gone. I gave him a brief wave, my puzzlement likely on full display in the crease of my brows and his features softened at my gesture before he walked around to get back into his car.
I headed towards the lifts, flipping my phone over to see it was actually almost one AM and while I had work in the morning, the brief nap at Sebastian’s left me feeling refreshed. I also saw a message from Arns, however, Adam calling my name paused my actions and I turned to find him staring at me, an odd expression on his face.
“Hey,” I pushed the button for the lift, apprehension sweeping over me. I hadn’t spoken to him since he asked me out and I tried to shrug off the ridiculous feeling of edginess as I plastered on a smile so fake it hurt my cheeks.
“I thought you said you can’t date?” His words held a harsh lilt and the unease increased although now mixed with a little anger.
What the hell?
“That wasn’t a date,” I shrugged, doing my best to feign indifference as if him saying that wasn’t entirely inappropriate considering my dating life was in fact none of his fucking business.
He didn’t reply, only nodding in farewell as I entered the elevator and shot him a small wave.
What the heck was that?
Why would I owe him an answer or explanation anyway?
Read the room, Adam!
Exiting the lift and unlocking the door to the apartment I took my phone back out to read Arna’s message.
Arna
Loves, we won’t be home tonight. Andy booked us a hotel - can’t wait to hear all about your date with Mr. Electric Fingers. Enjoy the peace. xo
Replying, I wished her a night of hot passion and told her their doorman was an A-grade weirdo. She would no doubt hound me for more details the minute I saw her, and I imagined her reactions as I took off my shoes.
I usually enjoyed having time alone, however, tonight I was edgy. While I hadn’t necessarily expected anything to happen with Sebastian, I was a little disappointed there wasn’t a proper kiss or an extension to our pre-dinner moment.
He cooked, waited on me and made me needier than a desert in search of rain with his smell and how sexy he looked let alone the subtle caresses and show of control. Reminders of that display of power were enough to cause heart failure.
Jumping into the shower I washed my hair. My thoughts, as they often did when I showered, drifted to the time I spent with him in his office, only now with added snippets from tonight. Lately I’d been reaching for my vibrator more often, despite it doing a sub-par job of what he accomplished with only his hand – and in a fraction of the time – and the memories tonight weren’t helping. As I rinsed the conditioner out, I closed my eyes and my hand drifted down, thoughts of a tall, brooding, sexy man filling my mind, spurring me on.
His firm chest, rock hard biceps and the feel of his arm around my waist as he pulled me into him had provided the serenity to fall asleep. Only now I thought about his hands in a very different way. The way those callouses would feel grazing across my nipples. The taste of his lips as he fucked me with his hand. Or the feel of his firm grip collaring my throat while the other cuffed my wrist, his lips skating across my neck.
It was with endless possibilities that my fingers moved faster, the water running down my chest providing added pleasure as my breaths got heavier. But even with the elixir of lustful thoughts, I couldn’t push myself over the edge. I contemplated grabbing my vibrator knowing it would get the job done, but instead I turned the shower off and angrily dried myself, throwing my hair up into a knot on top of my head. Being alone was not what I wanted right now, and I was growing tired of the self-induced pleasure for one.
There was only one place I wanted to be, one set of hands I wanted wrapped around me and my decision was made before I was fully dressed, my ride ordered.
I was tired of waiting. Tired of being careful. And all his whispers about control only fuelled my eroticism.
I wanted to lose control. Lose control to him – with him.
Urged on by the sexual appetite he awakened, I grabbed my phone and keys and was out the door before I changed my mind.
When I exited the lift, I pretended to be on the phone to Arna to avoid another run-in with Adam, however, he was nowhere to be seen, and the driver was already waiting. It was even colder than before, and I was glad I'd worn a hoodie and sweats.
When I arrived back at Sebastian’s building, for a moment I faltered, hoping I hadn’t misread the evening and that he would be happy to see me. Regardless, I was here, and it was either going to be worth the risk or I would return home with a bruised ego, too embarrassed to even need my sad, old vibrator.
When the door swung open, my intake of breath was audible. His invitingly bare chest and freshly wet hair was bested only by the figure-hugging grey sweats he was wearing. I caught the brief widening of his eyes before I seized every ounce of courage I had, stepping forward to lace my arms around his neck and smash my mouth into his.
His response was feral, a rumble of contentment emanating from his chest as he walked us backwards into his apartment and slammed the door. His neck was damp with stray droplets, and he smelt fresh, the taste of mint on his tongue. The pure masculinity in the way he kicked the door closed elicited a moan of my own as he backed me into the wall and ground himself along me.
In terms of decision making, coming back was high on my list of successful life choices.
“I hope it’s okay I came back,” my words mixed with the erratic breathing our impassioned greeting evoked, the feel of him pressed hard against me bolstering my movements.
“You make me so crazy,” he answered, reaching up and collaring my neck while he devoured my mouth like there was no other choice, “I never want you to leave.” The rough authoritative tone of his voice was an instant flame to my already aroused core, and I ran my hands up and down the ridges of his torso as he took my mouth again. One of his hands trailed under my arse glueing me to him while he grazed his other hand underneath my hoodie to caress the side of my waist.
