Page 170 of Please Open Me
Twisted. Knotted. Interwoven. All in the sake of making one strange, beautiful mess.
My happy place.
“You–” he started, voice gruff and breathy, like he’d die if he didn’t speak right now. “–are going to let me worship you like you’re a goddess I don’t believe in.”
His nose brushed mine.
“And I–” He kissed my jaw.“–am going to ruin you so gently, you’ll think the world made me just for you.”
Heat rolled down my spine, and my eyes fluttered open. Sebastian focused on me like I was the only thing in this world, his gaze was dark and entirely consumed in the moment.
“I’m serious,” he whispered before forcing me to my feet. “I don’t want it fast. Or rough. I want to stay in this moment forever. Until your legs are shaking and you forget everything other than how much I fucking adore you, Mason.”
My throat tightened, the burn behind my eyes almost unbearable.
I didn’t feel like I deserved this kind of love after uprooting our entire lives, but in this moment I felt like everything could be okay. As long as we got to keep the kids, we could build a better life from the ground up, one with just me, Seb, and Cameron.
It might not be perfect, and for a while it might hurt, but everything happened for a reason.
Sebastian stood, the muscles in his arms flexing as he guided me up and back, pressing me gently against his desk. His hands steadily slipped under my clothing, taking his time as if this would be his last chance to memorize every inch.
His palms dragged over my thighs, up my hips, and eventually over the curve of my stomach.
He dropped to his knees, leaving me perched on top of the oak desk as his lips followed the rapidly cooling warmth left by his hands.
Slowly, he parted my thighs and pushed my panties off to the side, fingers dipping into the heat of my cunt. I gasped, knuckles going white on the edge of the desk.
“Take your hoodie off, Princess. I need to see what I’ve done to you.”
My hands trembled as I reached for the hem, dragging the fabric over my head and tossing it aside. The air kissed my bare skin, already flushed and aching for the touch of myprince.
Sebastian looked up, eyes dragging over my swollen breasts, the curve of my belly, the slick shine between my thighs.
“I did this to you?” he asked, softly rubbing my stomach.
Smiling, I nodded slowly. “You did that. Those areyourbabies.”
For a second, he went completely still as he stared up at me as if I were the northern lights. As if I were something wondrous and celestial that he couldn’t believe existed in his life time.
“Never in my life did I think I could make somethingthisbeautiful,” he murmured.
Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss low on my belly.
Then another.
And another.
His lips trailed upward until he was rising off his knees and pressing his body into mine, bracing a hand on the desk beside my hip as his other cupped my jaw.
“I want you,” he whispered. “All of you. Right now.”
Frantically, I nodded. “Sebastian, I need you.”
That was all he needed to hear.
Sebastian’s lips hit mine with searing urgency as his studded tongue slipped past my lips and he kissed me as if he were a poisoned man and my saliva was the antidote. I hummed against him as his hand slipped into his pants and freedhis cock. The weight of it pressed into my thigh as it twitched in anticipation, precum already leaking from the head.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped.
