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Only about half of the people remain in the reception tent when I pass. With my shoes in my hand, I meet Sebastian by the gazebo, and we take the long way back toward the far building and the parking lot—the route where we're least likely to run into anyone else.

"How was it?" he asks as we walk hand in hand through the rain.

"It was okay," I tell him. "I feel good about it. I didn't mess it up by saying something obvious or being an asshole. Are there cameras?"

"Only in front of the main building," he says. "It's a very dated system—they won't be able to see anything anyway, but I took the plates off, and I'll keep the lights off until we leave the property. They won't be able to tell when we left. It's a rental from Texas, and I used a fake name anyway."

"If only you'd used your powers for good."

He laughs, shaking his head a little. "I'm doing good now for you, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are."

"It feels like shit," he says as we reach the edge of the building. "Wait here. I'll make sure no one is around."

He peers around the corner and then puts his coat around my shoulders. "Walk to the car by yourself slowly and get in the passenger seat. Keep your head down."

I nod. "Okay."

I do as he said; I don't see anyone around before I lower my gaze and walk to the car, and I don't see anyone after I'm inside and close the door behind me. It's minutes after the dome light turns off before Sebastian gets inside the car. I slouch down low in my seat while I wait for him.

When he gets inside, I notice that pink suitcase in the backseat. I need to get out of this soaking wet dress. "Will you unzip this for me?" I ask, turning my back to him and brushing my hair aside.

"Yeah," he says. He slides the zipper from just below the nape of my neck to the swell of my ass, and I climb onto the center console. Before I can get into the back, he grabs me by the arm, stopping me.

"Teagan?"

I freeze, looking at him over my shoulder. "Yeah?"

Seconds pass, and when, still, Sebastian says nothing, I turn away, blinking back tears again. But before I can climb into the back seat, he pulls me into his lap, placing one hand on my cheek. With the other, he traces my jawline with his finger and then runs the same finger down my neck and over my collarbone.

He grabs the wet material of the dress bunched around my waist in his fists. I lift my arms and let him pull it over my head, leaving me naked in his lap. His eyes drop from my mouth to my chest.

"Sebastian…"

"Just let me look at you for a minute."

"Okay," I whisper.

Sebastian runs his knuckles down my sternum and then to the 'S' carved near my hip, and then presses his mouth to my throat, kissing my neck before moving onto my nipples, sucking one into his mouth while running his tongue over the hard tip, and biting it just a little before moving to the other side.

"Oh, god," I whisper, threading my fingers through his wet hair and holding him against me. "Sebastian…"

He pulls back, his mouth meeting mine, and we reach for the waist of his pants at the same time, fighting against his belt until we get his pants down over his hips and his dick free. I sit down hard, his hard cock easily slipping inside my soaked pussy.

I drop my head and moan when he impales me. "Oh, fuck…"

I roll my hips over his dick, riding him—slowly at first, all the way to the tip before sinking back down onto it, whimpering when it fills me. Sebastian grits his teeth and groans, and I pick up the pace.

"Fuck," he says. He leans the seat back, and I gasp, sinking further onto him, tearing open the front of his shirt. I've never had this much control with him before. I place my hands on his chest, right beneath my scabbed-over name, using it for leverage as I rock back and forth, harder and faster, chasing my own release. "Your pussy feels so fucking good on my dick, baby."

"Oh my god…"

"Are you gonna come?"

"I'm…yes…" My legs start to shake; goosebumps run up my spine as I sit back on him, barely rolling my hips as I come around him. I grab the handle above the door, and he grips my hips hard, setting the pace again while he uses my body to fuck himself through my orgasm.

"Oh, fuck!" I scream, riding it out. The second I let go of the handle, he flips me over, pinning my arms down at my sides ashe drives into me. I spread my legs wide, putting one foot on the back of the passenger seat's headrest and the other against the now fogged-up window.