My head tips back as goosebumps scatter up my spine.
I'm making out with someone in the bathroom while on a date with someone else. I am a dirty whore.
But worse than that, I'm being a dirty whore with a bastard.
"Stop it," I whisper angrily.
I turn and open the door in a rush.
He grabs my arm and pulls me back toward him. "I need to see you. Tonight." He kisses me again. "Don’t leave me in this state."
"Sebastian." I pull out of his grip once more. "Get it through your head… I'm not going there with you again."
God… I want to.
In one quick movement, he reaches down and puts his hand up my dress and through the side of my panties. He slides his fingertips through my sex.
He smiles darkly when he finds the evidence he was searching for. "Dripping wet, baby girl."
He rubs his thumb back and forth over my clitoris, and I shudder.
He grabs my face and puts his mouth to my ear. "Don’t tell me you don’t want me." He slides three thick fingers deep into my sex, and I whimper, the grip on my face near painful. "We will fuck again, April." He licks up the side of my face. "Mark my words." His fingers pump me hard. "You're going to be naked, wet, and full of my fucking come."
He bites my bottom lip and then pushes off me. He opens the door and leaves in a rush.
I fall back against the wall and look up at the ceiling.
Hell.
My heart is racing, I'm gasping for air.
And, oh boy, I need to be fucked.
I close my eyes, feeling my pulse throughout my entire body. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I wash my hands and try to pull myself together.
Now I have to go back out there to Duke.
I'm such as asshole.
I rush back to the table and sit down. "I don’t feel so well."
Dukes face falls. "You okay?"
"Not really." I just need this night over with. "I'm so sorry. Do you mind if we just go home? I feel like I may throw up," I lie.
"Sure thing," Duke says. "Come on, you'll be okay." He puts his arm around me and leads me up the hall toward the exit. We walk back out into the restaurant and though to the cashier.
While Duke pays the bill, I glance over to see Sebastian's furious eyes holding mine.
Fuck.
I'm still thumping with arousal. Everything inside me is screaming for his body. Duke turns to me. "You ready?"
"Yes, I'm sorry." I give him a sad smile.
I'm sorry for everything.
Get me the fuck out of here.
Sebastian
April and her date walk out of the corridor and to the front desk.
Is he paying the bill? Surely not.
I glance over to their table to see their cocktails are still full, waiting for their return. I watch on as he takes out his wallet and pays the cashier.
She's leaving… with him.
I clench my jaw as I feel my temper rise.
"Do you go to the gym?" Marina asks.
But I’m too focused on April, whose eyes rise to meet mine before she quickly pulls them away.
She is going home with him, so he can put out the fire that I started.
No.
No fucking way!
I inhale deeply to try and control myself. I can feel my pulse racing as adrenaline surges through me.
Stop her.
I clench my hands into fists on my legs. I get a vision of April and me in the bathroom. Not eight minutes ago… and now she’s leaving with him.
"Sebastian?" Marina prompts me.
My eyes flick to her. "I'm sorry." I frown. Fuck. "My apologies. I… I didn’t hear you."
"I asked if you went to the gym."
"Yes." I sip my drink as my eyes rise to April again. She's waiting for him to pay the bill. He's talking and being friendly to the cashier. "Do you go to the gym?" I ask, focusing back to her.
Who am I kidding? I'm being anything but polite here. This poor woman is the very last thing on my mind.
Why the hell did I agree to this date?
"Yes, I'm a real fitness fanatic." She smiles. "I like to run in marathons, too."
My gaze rises to April across the restaurant yet again. Her date puts his arm around her and kisses her temple before they walk out of the restaurant together, arm in arm. My stomach twists as I fight every urge I have to run after her.
Fuck.
I imagine the two of them having sex, and my head feels like it's about to explode.
Go out there and drag her out of his car. Do it now! What the fuck are you waiting for? Don’t let her leave with him.
Stop, stop, stop.!
Five minutes of insanity tonight will be tomorrow’s headlines.
Deputy prime minister goes batshit crazy and drags his female lawyer from a car.
I drain my glass, and then I drag my hand down my face. I'm hot and clammy, and on the fucking edge of control.
"Are you okay?" she asks.
My eyes come back to her. Shit.
I force a smile. "I'm sorry. I just got some news about work and, I'm terribly distracted. Please forgive me."
"Is everything all right?"
I nod, barely able to push the words past my lips. " Just…" I pause as I try to think of a suitable lie. "I have an urgent meeting that has just been scheduled for tomorrow and I have to prepare. Just running through it in my mind."
"Oh." Her face falls. "What does that mean?"
"Nothing." I smile. "I may have to retire early tonight after we have dinner. Nothing for you to worry about."
"Okay."
That’s not a complete lie. I do have something urgent on my agenda for tomorrow.
I need to get April fucking Bennet off my mind.
This has to stop… now.
2:00 a.m.
My finger hovers over April’s name in my phone.
I'm naked, in bed, with my legs spread.
Alone in the darkness.
I go to dial her number, but then I remind myself that she's with him.
I throw my phone onto the floor in disgust.
My hand glides through the oil over the end of my hard cock. I've jerked off numerous times tonight, and none of them have tamed the tiger. Nothing on earth could.
I need her.
I need one thing, and one thing only.
April fucking Bennet.
I grip myself with force and begin to stroke hard. My legs part farther. The sound of the slick oil around my fingers echoes throughout the room, and I tip my head back to the ceiling.
I'm wet with perspiration. My grip is painful.
If I make it hurt, it will take the need away.
It has to. I can't go on like this.
I turn the incline up on the treadmill and run faster. I've trained hard this morning.
Adrenaline has stolen my sleep and I'm in a world of regret.
I should have stopped her. I should have dragged her out of his fucking car.
I should have brought her back here and given her what was hers to have.
But I didn’t, and it's done now.
And I'm moving the fuck on.
Screw her and her tempting little ass.
I hear my front door open, and moments later, Spencer comes into view. He has two cups of coffee in his hands as well as two papers rolled up under his arm.