Page 85 of His Obsession
I turn back to him, approaching slowly in a way I can only hope looks sexy.
“I’m perfect,” I say, pushing him back on the bed until he’s on his back. “I just wanted to be on top for a change.”
He grins wickedly as I kiss my way up his chest, straddling him. I take him inside me, sinking down his length slowly, feeling him fill me the way that always stretches me in the most delicious way.
“Your wish is my command,” he chokes out in a strangled breath.
Our bodies find a rhythm as I ride him. I feel the tension in his hands gripping mine, see the strain on his face as he fights to last. It’s incredibly sexy, watching him try so hard to please me.
“Let go, baby,” I tell him. “You want to. Come inside me.”
He smirks, but his eyes are slammed shut in concentration. “That’s a generous offer, but I’m not coming until you do.”
He hits a spot inside me that makes my whole body clench, and it doesn’t take long for me to do just that. When he finally hits his peak, his face and body go slack with release.
Afterward, I lie tucked against him, one leg draped over his, his hand warm on my stomach. He kisses my forehead, strokes my hair.
“I love you.”
My throat gets tight again, but I’m starting to accept that this may just be my personality now.
“I love you, too,” I say.
A few days later, we have another dinner party. After everything we’ve been through, we need it.
Gia arrives with a bruise still yellowing along her cheekbone and sunglasses big enough to cover half her face. Nico hovers so hard I feel secondhand embarrassment within five minutes. Matteo brings dessert and says nothing about the last time he saw me, which I appreciate more than I can say.
Gia talks about the neighbor who found her on my porch and keeps bringing her soup. Nico complains that the man is eighty and still somehow flirting with her. Sebastian sits beside me with one hand on the back of my chair, looking happier than I’ve ever seen him.
Throughout the meal, Gia and Nico drift closer together without either of them noticing. He gets her water before she asks. She hands him her fork when he drops his. Their shoulders touch, and neither one moves.
“So,” I say, setting my fork down. “Are we discussing this?”
Gia freezes. “Discussing what?”
Nico’s eyes narrow. “No.”
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Matteo says.
I look between Nico and Gia. “I’m just saying, if my brother is falling for my best friend, I deserve advance notice. There may be paperwork.”
Nico points at me.
“You do not get to have opinions after what you did.”
“What did I do?”
He gestures at Sebastian. “You literally did it first.”
Sebastian’s hand settles on my thigh under the table, warm and easy through the fabric of my dress. I look over at him, and he’s smiling at me in that restrained way of his, like he doesn’t want to ruin it by making it too obvious.
For once, I don’t look away. I lean over and kiss him. A real kiss, enough to make Gia cheer under her breath and Nico groan like I’ve personally attacked him.
“Disgusting,” Nico grumbles.
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