I wonder if this is what Madison meant on the night of the accident? Did she mean I was supposed to put all my anger aside for the sake of Ava? Or some other little girl out there who is just as lost as I am?
The hard edge that’s usually lingering at the edge of his eyes is no longer there. Now it’s replaced by something else entirely. I don’t know why I say it, but the truth continues to fall from my lips.
“And you.”
He frowns. “What about me?”
“You asked what would make me happy.” I shrug. “And I said you.”
Heat flares deep in the depths of his eyes, and then his mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me. I moan into his mouth, his lips teasing mine open. There’s a softness to his touch, but an urgency in his ministrations, as though he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. I slide my hand across his angular jaw, relishing in the feel of his stubble grazing my hand.
We both pull away, our chests heaving, lust pouring out of our eyes. My skin suddenly feels feverish, tingles erupting across every inch of my skin, just begging for him to kiss me, to touch me, to love me.
“Fuck me. Please,” I beg against his lips. A growl rumbles in his chest. His eyes scour a path of fire across my skin as he searches my face. Seeing what he needs to, he pushes to his feet, taking my hand and leading me through the building. Baz is short with everyone as he says his goodbyes. He lets out a pained groan when he realizes he has to drive us to his luxury condo because he gave Dan the rest of the night off.
Once we’re in his Bentley, I start tearing at his clothes, trying to get him inside me. He sinks his fingers in my hair and drags my mouth to his, kissing me senseless. Suddenly jerking back, with his chest heaving, he meets my gaze, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips.
“Not here.”
He revs the engine, pulling away, but unable to help myself, I start unbuckling his pants, trying to stroke his cock while he drives. My lust is fueling me. I just want him inside me, his skin on mine. Lust and alcohol swirl through my body, fogging my brain. All I want is him.
Baz grits his jaw, his hands tightening on the wheel, as I work his length. He’s warm and thick, and I have the urge to take him in my mouth. As if sensing where my thoughts are headed, his hand suddenly shoots out, stopping me.
He’s right. It’s probably not the greatest idea to suck him off while he’s going ninety on these streets.
“Lift your dress and touch yourself,” he commands, his tone filled with grit. My stomach dips, and I trap my bottom lip between my teeth. I fumble with the material of my dress, tugging my thong down my legs. I keep my gaze fixed on Baz as I spread my legs. He glances down at me, his fingers white-knuckling the wheel as he tries to focus on the road. A jolt of pleasure travels down my spine when I start touching myself. A low growl rumbles in his chest.
“Fuck yourself, Dirty Girl.”
I slide a finger inside myself, and I toss my head back. My eyes slam shut as I imagine it’s his finger. I can picture it so clearly, his strong, hard body hovering over me as he finger-fucks me. Moans spill from my lips. I arch and stretch in the seat, feeling my core clench around my digit, my orgasm looming. The sounds of my wetness echo around us along with my heavy breathing. Or is it Baz’s? I can’t tell.
The car is suddenly jerked hard, and my eyes fly open at the sound of tires screeching. I blink, surprise lighting my features, when I see we’re parked in the condo’s underground car garage. Baz is on me the second the car is turned off. Pushing his seat back, he drags me over the center console, and without warning, he slams me down on his cock.
One hand goes to his shoulder and the other goes to the ceiling for leverage. His hands grip my hips as he guides my movements, rocking me over his cock. I ride him, my moans spilling around us, filling the cabin of the vehicle. His hand disappears in my hair, and he tugs, dragging my gaze to his. My eyes are half-mast, our gazes locked. His mouth slams against mine. The kiss is brutal, almost as brutal as his punishing thrusts. I feel so full in this position. The way his hips piston inside me, I’m not going to last long.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Just like that,” he growls against my lips. Those words are my undoing. I fall apart around him. My pussy grips his cock, my juices coating his shaft, and the sound of slapping flesh and my wetness are the only soundtrack surrounding us.
Baz grips the back of my neck. Tugging me all the way down on his cock, he grinds me over his erection, his tip rubbing against that spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars.
“You like that, Dirty Girl?” he asks in my ear.
I nod, mumbling incoherently.
Just as another orgasm slams into me, Baz’s grip tightens around me, and he comes inside me. Warmth floods me, and I collapse against him. I nestle my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in as I work to control my heavy breathing. Goosebumps raise on my skin as Baz rubs his hand down my spine, toying with my flesh. The pads of his fingers trace small circles, damn near putting me to sleep.
With one of his hands still gripped in my hair, he urges my head back softly, so I can look at him. My chest tightens with emotion as we stare at each other. We don’t say anything, just sit there with his dick still lodged deeply inside me. Every part of me softens. That wall crumbles when he releases my hair, his hand cupping the side of my face now. His thumb strokes my cheek. He searches my eyes, his gaze trailing across the entirety of my face like he’s committing every part of me to memory.
I open my mouth, and I almost let the words out, those words I’ve been holding on to, keeping close to my chest, but a shaky breath escapes instead. Before this moment disintegrates, I trace his features with the pad of my finger, missing being able to touch what is mine whenever I want. Now, the only time I can do that is after he fucks me. A crease forms between my brows, and Baz blows out a sigh. Obviously, I’ve broken the moment by thinking too hard.
He lifts me off his lap and helps me climb back into the passenger seat. He situates himself, then opens his door and walks around the car. Baz opens my door, and I rush to hurry up and cover myself, but he drops to his haunches beside the open door, helping me. His warm, calloused hands slide up my thighs as he pulls my underwear up. He glances around then helps me out of the car, taking my hand to steady me as he straightens the material of the gown. I feel his cum sliding down my legs, and my cheeks heat. He smirks down at me as though he knows exactly what’s happening.
We walk hand in hand into the building. I glance around, still amazed by how much money this man has. He has a place to stay wherever he goes.
“Why did you buy this place?”
Once the doors to the elevator close on us, he shrugs, leaning back against the chrome wall. “To be near you.”
My eyes widen, and my breath catches. “You bought a whole ass condo to be near me? That’s insane, Sebastian.”
His mouth quirks. “You know, it’s actually growing on me, you using my full name.”
I roll my eyes but grin. There’s an easy, lighthearted feel between us right now that hasn’t been there in a long time. “What about that other house in Calabasas?”
He shrugs, glancing away from me as the doors open on his floor. “It’s good to invest in property.”
My brows crease, still thoroughly confused by his decisions, but I shrug it off. I don’t have the money he does, so what do I know about buying property? I wouldn’t be able to afford a treehouse in California, even if I tried.