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mind being called handsome as long as the words were formed
on that mouth. Hell. She could have called him a stunted dickwad
and he probably still wouldn't have minded, not when her lips, full
and pink, mesmerizing...Sebastian blinked and met her gaze. It was
clear what they should do next—go their separate ways and end
this.
    She slid from the chair. “I'm going to call
it a night.”
    He let out a relieved sigh and moved his hand
so she could go. She chose the right option for them, because at
this point Sebastian could not be trusted to do the same. Another
moment with her mouth pouted and he'd cross their clear
boundary—nothing would come out of this meeting. They both had to
get up early for work. One night stands weren't their thing. It was
crystalline clear what they both should do.
    But, he didn't want her to leave just yet.
How many women brushed aside his charm and demanded a real
interaction, no matter how meaningless and short? Not many.
    “ It was nice meeting you,”
he said. “Though, I don't know your name.”
    She tsked. “Good night, Sebastian,” she said
but didn't move.
    She stood right there between his legs,
supple and warm. It made sense to reach out, cup her chin with his
forefinger and thumb.
    “ Let me get one last good
look.” He ran a finger over the jut of her delicate jawline, and
she trembled beneath the touch.
    A no-brainer really to slide his hand to the
nape of her neck and lean down. She let out a soft sigh when his
lips touched hers. Her fingers curled around his shirt collar, but
she didn't push him back. Sebastian deepened the kiss, delving his
tongue into her mouth to taste her and the treble of her moan.
    It was a light and searching kiss, testing
the passion between them. A first and last kiss rolled into one,
except she brushed her tongue against his. A spark of need set fire
to any lasting hold on common sense, or what he should do once the
kiss ended. She moaned again, but sank her teeth into his bottom
lip. The clear solution muddied in his mind. His cock hardened,
leaving no question what it wanted to do.
    Her grip loosened from around the collar of
his shirt. Good. She'd finally push him away. Fuck, he hoped she'd
do the right thing because the wrong one was just too damn
appealing. Her hands strayed down his chest, to his buckle, farther
down until her fingers rested against his cock.
    Fuck. Yes.
    She let out a soft sigh and let her fingers
glide down the length of him. “I think you should know...my name is
Nicole.”
    He fought the need to press closer to her
hand. Damn hard, as her fingers continued their up and down stroke.
“I want you to know...I don't normally do this.”
    She shook her head and chuckled. “Your lines
need work.”
    He leaned forward and whispered in her ear,
“I want you in my bed.” It was the truth and there was nothing
charming about the need stretching his cock. A need for her. A
stranger.
    Nicole shivered. “Lucky for you, that's where
I want to be.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    Deciding to rent a room had made complete
sense moments after Sebastian's mouth had stopped all rational
thought. He wouldn't know her hotel room number and Nicole wouldn't
know his. She wouldn't know his last name and vice versa.
    Celebrities had descended on all the high
class hotels, so there wasn't a facial twitch when Sebastian paid
with his credit card under a false name. He had the looks to pass
for an actor or male model. With her cheeks still flushed, Nicole
had the look of a woman he'd planned to take to bed. Rational
thought flooded back in when the elevator doors dinged on the floor
of their hotel room.
    Respectively, so unlike the way he’d pressed
her between his legs and tried to kiss her face off, he settled his
hand on her back and led her down the hall to their room. He
stopped at the door and turned, a smile tugging at the corner of
his mouth.
    “ You know, I always had this
fantasy.”
    Oh, God. What had she gotten herself into?
She knew