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  "You too," said Ruth eventually. "Would you like to sit down? We could get another round."

  "As much as I hate to turn down the company of three beautiful women, we should go. The party has already started. You two don't mind if I take her away do you? I'd be in your debt."

  They both shook their heads slowly.

  "Wonderful. I'm just going to get a glass of water and then we'll go, okay?"

  "Sure," I replied.

  I could only grin as their eyes followed him across the room.

  "Jesus, Soph," said Lou, when he was out of earshot, "I take back what I said before. I think you'd be hard pressed not to go a little gooey with him on the other end of the line."

  Ruth exhaled slowly. "Yeah, I've gotta hand it to you hon', that is one fine specimen of a man. I don't suppose he has any eligible friends?"

  I laughed. "I'll let you know after I meet some of them tonight."

  She turned to Lou. "Think you could find your way back to that bar? Maybe there's another function we can slip our way into. Something with firemen, hopefully."

  "Give me another few drinks and I might just be on board," Lou replied. She grinned at Ruth's surprised expression. "What? I'm engaged, not dead. I can look!"

  At that moment Sebastian returned. "Ready?"

  I nodded. "Yep."

  "You have a good night, girls," he said.

  "You too," replied Lou.

  Joe was waiting by the curb outside. "Hi Joe."

  "Good evening, Sophia."

  "What did you get up to while Sebastian was gone? Did you go out and paint the town red?"

  "Oh, nothing as exciting as that I'm afraid. It was a lot of staring at the phone and waiting for him to call, looking back wistfully on old pictures of me driving him around, that sort of thing."

  Sebastian grinned. "That's what I like about you, Joe, that unwavering respect."

  "I try, sir."

  Joe opened the door and Sebastian ushered me through, easing in behind me. In a few moments the engine growled and we pulled out into the Sydney traffic. It was peak hour and the streets were thronging with cars. I never tire of that busyness. The first chance I got I moved from the suburbs to the city and never looked back. There's a living vibration to it, a sense of constant fluctuation that's a thrill to be a part of.

  The back seats of the limo were spacious, with room for five or six to sit comfortably, but nonetheless Sebastian had guided me to one corner and then slid in next to me until our thighs were touching. I couldn't have moved even if I'd wanted to. Not that I did. I'd fantasised all week about being close to him, and now that I was, my body was kicking into overdrive. His raw presence radiated over me. There was an amazing sense of banked power to him. Even in the simple act of sitting in a car, he somehow looked primed, like a lion at rest between meals.

  He looked over at me, something carnal flaring in his eyes. "Sophia," he said, and then taking my head in one hand and my shoulder in the other, he pulled me in, capturing my lips in his. Instantly, the heat simmering in my stomach began to boil over. This was what I'd been waiting for.

  His kiss was hungry and fierce, an act of raw desire. He ran his hands through my hair, desperately pulling me closer, as though trying to fold the two of us into one. I loved that I stoked such passion in him. In that one simple gesture I could feel the weight of the week we'd been apart. He hadn't been lying. He'd been longing for me as much as I had him.

  Our tongues darted together, exploring each other's mouths. I don't know why, but he tasted sweet, like strawberries and wood smoke. I quivered and sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers began to work their way up the soft flesh of my thighs, gradually peeling back my skirt. Meanwhile his other hand had slid down my neck and looped inside the shoulder strap of my dress.

  "My god, you don't know how much I've been thinking about you," he said, breaking the kiss. "I don't think I can wait until after the party. I need to have you right now."

  I cleared my throat. "Here?" I asked, nodding quickly out the window. The glass was shaded, but I was still incredibly aware of the shifting crowd and other cars visible all around us. Not to mention Joe. We were separated by the privacy window, but nonetheless he'd have to be a fool not to realise what was going on.

  "Here," said Sebastian, his voice leaving no room for argument. And before I had time to protest, he wrapped both hands around my hips and spun me around on top of him.

  As my legs slid into place around his, my sex came to rest on the bulge in his pants, and whatever resistance I'd felt instantly melted away. He was firm as stone, and he pressed against me with an urgency that was impossible to ignore. I could feel the heat of him radiating through our clothes, making me acutely aware of how little material separated him from being inside me. At that moment I no longer cared about Joe, or the masses of weary commuters just a few arm's lengths away. I wanted him to take me. I needed it.

  And he responded. He gripped me roughly, grinding his cock against me while pulling me in for another kiss. The pressure was so intense, the stimulation so overwhelming, that I felt like I might come then and there. I let out a low moan, misting the window next to me with the warmth of my breath.

  "You know, it was very generous of you to change the rules for me the other day," I said, "but I've got a secret to tell you." I ran my hands over him, playfully caressing his chest before pulling him in to whisper in his ear. "I never finished the job."

  "You didn't?"

  I shook my head. "I came close. My vibrator was out and ready to go. But at the last second I realised it just wouldn't be the same. I wanted to save it. I wanted it to be you."

  He closed his eyes, a low rumble emanating from his throat. "That is so insanely hot. How is it you can be such a perfect sub with so little training?"

  "I'm just that talented, I guess," I said with a grin.

  He laughed. "Well then, I'd better not make you wait any longer."

  Slipping the dress from my shoulders he pulled it down, allowing my breasts to fall out into the open. "My god you're beautiful."

  And then he dove on me. Suddenly, his mouth seemed to be everywhere. I let out a gasp as his tongue began playing out an exquisite velvet pattern across my chest. He kissed and licked his way in slow circles, greedily sucking on my nipples and teasing with the barest brush of teeth. His stubble felt coarse against my skin, contrasting deliciously with the softness of his lips.

  As he ravished me, his hands began to traverse further, weaving behind me to ruck up my skirt. He didn't waste any time. A moan of anticipation fell from my lips as he yanked aside my panties.

  "Are you nice and wet for me?" he asked, that low silky voice ratcheting my excitement up even higher.

  I nodded furiously. "I've been wet for you for weeks."

  He let out a long breath. "I love it when you talk like that." With agonising slowness he slipped his hand underneath me and drew a single finger along my slickened opening. I shuddered in pleasure.

  He brought his finger forward, the tip glistening with my juices. "You weren't kidding." He gave it a long, slow, tantalising lick. "And you're just as sweet as I remember. Later I'll have a proper taste, but I can't wait anymore. I need to fuck you."

  I let out an affirmative grunt, not wanting to delay him one second more. I could feel the weeks of excitement burning wildly inside me.

  Taking me by the hips once more, he hoisted me up, placing me on my knees next to him with my ass in the air. With panther grace he rose into a crouch and unfastened his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. Seeing his cock in the flesh sent a bolt of desire rolling through me. I'd never wanted anything inside me so badly before.

  Seizing me in a powerful grip, he dragged me across to him and plunged his shaft straight into my pussy, burying it all the way to the base in a single explosive thrust. He let out an animal cry.

  The strength of that motion stung as my body madly adjusted to accommodate his girth, but I didn't care. The longing in his movements dwa
rfed everything else. That I inspired such lust in him set me soaring.

  "God Sophia, you're so tight. You feel amazing."

  "I'm tight because you're big," I said, my voice broken and quavering. His cock stretched me out like nothing I'd ever felt before. I moaned with the fullness of it, every muscle cinching tight around him, savouring that exquisite pressure. He responded in kind, wrapping both powerful hands around my shoulders and yanking me closer, giving him more leverage to grind himself against me. He fucked me with the desperation and ferocity of a man with one day to live.

  With other men I'd been with, sex had always been an act of giving; give your partner pleasure and receive it in return. With Sebastian, there was no give, only take. He wasn't giving me an orgasm, he was taking it from me, claiming it for himself, and he did it with a fervour that bordered on frightening. That intensity ignited something inside me, a kind of deep-seated passion I'd never known I was capable of.

  I wasn't going to last long. The glow of my orgasm was already rising up inside me. My muscles clenched tighter still as my body began to stretch and tremble in anticipation.

  "No, not yet," he said, his voice hoarse. Even as aroused as he was, he knew I was close. His awareness of my body was almost inhuman. "You were saving it for me, so I want to watch you as it happens."

  With a grunt, he pulled free of me, leaving an aching emptiness between my legs. Seizing me by the thighs, he flipped me easily onto my back.

  I gazed up at him, breathless and quivering. He'd shed his jacket, and sometime in the commotion several of his shirt buttons had come undone. Crouching there, half dressed and coated in sweat, he looked wild and impossibly beautiful. His cock jutted out from his body, slick and shining with my juices. It pulsed and twitched in the sex-heavy air.

  He slid in close, pressing the swollen head gently against my cleft.

  "Please," I moaned. "Please."

  Leaning in close, he gazed at me with those spectacular eyes. "You've earned this." He pushed himself back into me and began rocking back and forward, reaching out with one hand to stroke my clit. "This is what you've been waiting for."

  "Sebastian!" I cried, my body heaving as my climax took hold. I thought the phrase 'seeing stars' was just an expression, but as a week's worth of pent up desire exploded inside me, that's exactly what happened. The whole world seemed to shatter before my eyes. The strength of it was so overwhelming I was sure I was going to black out.

  As my pleasure began to subside, his movements grew faster. What little control had been evident on his face fell away as he finally gave in to his own desires. The noises from his throat became more guttural, his thrusts longer and harder.

  I was still sensitive from the intensity of what had just happened, but the promise of having him burst inside me was so enticing it barely registered. My body wanted more of him, as much as he could give.

  After a few more seconds he shuddered and went rigid. Watching him come in such an intimate position was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. The ferocious ecstasy on his face, the way his body flexed and corded, it was almost enough to send me over the top again.

  "God, Sophia," he said, when it was over. "I don't know how you keep doing that to me."

  "Doing what?"

  "Making me lose control. I was planning on waiting, drawing it out, but the second I saw you, I got hard."

  "You're still hard now," I said with a giggle.

  "And you're still wet. Believe me, it's taking most of my control not to take you again right now."

  I reached out and ran my hand softly up the length of his erection. "Why don't you?"

  He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "I want you to save some energy for later. I have plans for you, plans that won't be much good if I've already tired you out."

  "I'm not sure I could ever get tired of having this inside me."

  "If you don't stop being such a tease I'm going to be forced to turn you over my knee," he said, stroking my ass delicately.

  I trembled, remembering the last time he'd spanked me. "Is that a promise?" I asked.

  He stared at me for a second, then shook his head and chuckled.

  We stayed in a dishevelled, half naked embrace for several minutes while the streets blurred past around us. I loved the feeling of his arms around me. It was protective, comfortable, safe.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  A few minutes later, the car pulled up outside a towering apartment building. It looked like a new development; all sleek curves and stark colours.

  "Take those off," Sebastian said, nodding at my panties as we were making ourselves presentable. "I loved thinking about you walking around naked under your skirt for me the other day. I want to spend tonight knowing there's nothing between me and that beautiful pussy."

  I loved the way his mind worked. Everything was a naughty adventure with him.

  Smiling seductively, I slid them down my legs, letting them dangle from my toes. "Why don't you hang on to them for me?"

  "I believe you already owe me one pair of your underwear," he replied.

  "Think of this as a down payment then."

  He laughed. "How can I argue with that?"

  They disappeared into his pocket. He ran his eyes over my now naked sex. "God, this is going to drive me crazy."

  I knew the feeling. Now I'd be conscious of the fact that I was naked for him all evening.

  As he began fastening his buttons, my eyes fell upon his tattoo once more. Despite my best efforts, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about the man on the news. I knew it was stupid, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it. I couldn't ask Sebastian about it directly of course. That would be opening a whole other can of crazy. But that didn't mean I couldn't fish for a little info.

  "You know, I've been thinking recently about getting a tattoo," I said.

  "Oh yeah?"

  "Yeah. I've been planning to for a few years. I mean, I like the idea of it, but I keep putting it off because I can't pick a design. It's going to be on my body forever, so I want it to be something I love."

  "That's fair enough."

  I glanced casually at his chest. "How'd you pick yours?"

  He laughed and looked a little sheepish. "Honestly? It was just one of the pre-made ones they have in-store."

  "Really? That doesn't seem like you."

  "What can I say? I wasn't always the pinnacle of sound judgement that I am now. In retrospect, I wish I'd had your foresight, but at the time it just seemed like something fun to do."

  His regret sounded genuine. See, Sophia, just a coincidence. Now can you stop trying to ruin this for yourself and forget about it?

  We hopped out of the car. "Go and get some dinner, Joe," Sebastian said. "I'll call you when we're done."

  "Of course, sir." He didn't display any hint of embarrassment at what had happened, but perhaps he was simply used to that kind of behaviour. Business as usual. That thought brought me back down to earth a bit.

  With that same gentle pressure as before, Sebastian guided me into the lobby. A girl buzzed us through and we took the lift up.

  Much like Sebastian's apartment, this one was spacious, elegant, and masculine. The entire far wall was sheet glass from floor to ceiling, offering a stunning view out over Hyde Park, and it opened on hinges to one side, leading to a softly lit balcony, complete with its own outdoor bar. There were people milling everywhere, all dressed like they'd just committed a group robbery of the Harrods designer section. "Low key, hey?" I asked.

  He grinned. "Do you remember the last party of ours you were at? It's all relative."

  "Fair point." This certainly wasn't as overwhelming as that first night. More casual richness than unbridled decadence.

  Several pairs of eyes turned to us as we entered.

  "There he is," said an energetic looking man who broke off from a group near the door. Like most of the men in the room he was handsome and well groomed, with closely cropped golden hair and a strong j
aw. In many other circumstances, I'd probably have found him attractive, but watching he and Sebastian shake hands just emphasised how gorgeous my date was. With him in the room, every other man was relegated to second fiddle.

  "Thomas, sorry we're late. We had a little car trouble."

  I blushed, suddenly very aware that less than ten minutes earlier I'd been having wild, rough, explosive sex in the middle of a crowded road. I ran a hand through my hair, making sure everything was in place. Could Thomas tell? Sebastian had fucked me so thoroughly it felt like it should be obvious.

  "This is my friend, Sophia," Sebastian continued.

  "Lovely to meet you," Thomas said, extending a hand.

  "You too," I replied.

  He clapped. "So, what are you two drinking?"

  "I'll get something in a minute," said Sebastian, scanning the room. "I want to have a word with Gabriel. Do you mind?" He gave me an apologetic smile.

  "It's fine, go play businessman." He nodded thanks, turned and disappeared into the crowd.

  "Well, what about you, Sophia?" Thomas asked. "Drink?"

  "I wouldn't say no to a glass of red."

  "I have just the thing. Come with me."

  I attracted more than a few appraising glances as we headed for the balcony. Although everyone appeared to be having a good time, there was a certain cattiness in the air that the men seemed largely oblivious to. I could see it in the girls' postures and smiles and the way they sized each other up when they thought nobody was looking. It was the same vibe I had felt that first night in the bar, that this was all a competition and they were fighting tooth and nail for the best position. Anyone new was a threat. It made me feel decidedly uncomfortable.