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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Did Sebastian tell you we were dating? It’s just a little embarrassing that you're still here hoping otherwise. Fucking bitch.

My gut told me she was full of shit but I’d been shamed before and wasn’t going to be made the fool again. Especially after I’d been so open with Seb only last week.

Cooper and Sebastian both turned to look at me, Cooper looking like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and Sebastian almost remorseful. I got the impression he wanted to move towards me but couldn’t be sure. I’d let her rattle me and now I was second guessing everything. Again.

Two steps forward, one step back.

Those hazels were boring into me and I wanted to run to him and breathe him in – use his scent to calm my racing heart. But Clara with her fake arse smile and disingenuous warmth was inside my head. After her smug little show I was seething, ready to scream at her, at him, at everyone.

I wanted to appear in control, nonchalant even, but jealousy flared in my stomach and my eyes flickered between them as I did my best to temper my thoughts behind a blank face.

“Coop, give us a minute, yeah? You can apologise to soon.” He didn’t take his eyes from mine as he spoke and I was slightly comforted that the first words out of his mouth were not an immediate denial. Cooper stood, whispering an apology to me as he passed but I didn’t respond. The only person I wanted to hear from right now was Sebastian. I heard the door close behind me but I didn’t move. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides and I was breathing heavily.

So much for remaining composed.

“,” he started gently as he took the seat at his desk, “there is nothing going on with Clara. I meant it before and I mean it now. I gave her a job as a favour to my mum. Yes, she did allude to still being interested in me and while I refused, I probably could have made it clearer. I planned on doing it tonight after her shift.”

“Well why did she tell me you were hers and not to bother coming here again?” Even repeating her fucking words and remembering that smug face pissed me off. This jealousy was no joke – I wanted to wreak havoc.

“What?” He snapped, and I could see the fire had taken light in his stomach now too. Good.

“I have never belonged to anyone,” he added and his face clouded when he spoke those words, the ice around my heart thawing a little at the vehemence in his response, “and the only person I would ever want to stake claim to is you. You, my sweet, beautiful, deceptively feisty girl.” He came to stand in front of me and grazed his finger down my cheek, wiping the tears that betrayed the emotions swirling within. “I know you’ve been hurt, babe, but not by me,” the reminder that he really hadn’t ever given me cause to question him was exactly what I needed to hear, “never by me.” He emphasised and I sighed, deflating like a balloon with a slow leak.

“Do you believe me?” There was no malice in his tone or aggression in his words. He genuinely cared if I believed what he said with little fear that there would be another truth uncovered.

And as angry as I was, I believed him. I knew Clara was a manipulative cow. But I’d been treated as a subordinate for so long, that being given respect and the opportunity to answer a question like that was scarily new.

Looking into his eyes, I knew I trusted him. He’d proven he wasn’t going anywhere, would be consistent and safe, which was what I always wanted in a partner. He’d repeatedly shown me he was there through his thoughtfulness and ability to provide me with stability in a world which had felt rocky for so long.

I stepped into him and wrapped my arms around his back, breathing in the only smell which calmed me down. Gosh, I missed his touch.

“I want to kick her arse,” I grumbled into his chest.

“I want to let you,” he said, “but I must admit, I like it when you’re feisty,” he kissed the top of my head. “I’m torn, babe. I want to take you downstairs so Cooper can also apologise to you and so Clara can see exactly who I’m with, but I also want to remind you of that,” he pulled me into him, showing me what he meant, and I whimpered like the insatiable mess I was with him. “Which would you prefer?”

Oh, I knew exactly where this was heading.

It had been a long few days without him and when he grabbed my arse and trailed kisses from my cheek to my neck, I thanked my past self for choosing to wear a loose dress. He kissed my mouth, draping my arms around his neck, the jealousy from earlier spurring me on as I matched his actions with rigour. He walked me backwards until my back hit the cool glass while never breaking our connection and I felt euphoric with having him and knowing he was mine. I tightened my arms around his neck while grinding myself on him, a needy little puppy ready to be pampered.

“I’ve missed you,” I panted, my back hitting his chest as he gently spun me around until I was facing the glass, unnoticed by the couple of hundred people below. This was an all too familiar pattern we were creating, and I wasn’t about to complain.

His fingers traced my neck as he moved my hair over to one side. Leaning into me, he spoke into my ear. “I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed this neck,” he said, placing a kiss there, “I’ve missed these tits,” he said, grabbing them in his hands from behind me, “and I’ve missed this pussy of mine.” He trailed his finger underneath my dress and across my panties, causing me to moan. “I’m going to fuck you right here because I can’t go another minute without being inside you, .”

Holy mother of shit.

His promise was venereous and I pushed my arse back into him, silently begging him to follow through on his words.

Sliding his hands down, he raised my dress before ripping my panties down my legs. I bent forward allowing him better access and he spanked me in response.

A surprised moan escaped me, and my breathing increased. I wanted more. I needed more.

“Hurry up then,” I ground out, allowing my earlier anger to spur me forward.

“My girl is so feisty,” his finger moved to my bare centre, and he rubbed my clit as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper.

“I will be if you don’t hurry up and put that cock inside me,” I felt emboldened and the deep rumble against my ear only encouraged me.

“Did it make you angry when someone else said I was theirs?” The sharp sting of his palm on my arse only added to the burning in my blood.

“Yes,” I hissed, moving myself back and forth, easily gliding along his hand.

“Put your hands up on the glass and arch that back of yours,” he demanded, and I did, desperate for him to enter me. I was no longer embarrassed by the way my body responded to his commands, the way I wanted him to drive me and my body.

“So wet, babe, always so ready for me,” he spread my legs apart, guiding himself along my slick entrance.

“I’m going to remind you just who I belong to,” he said, rubbing himself against me, “And you will take my dick like my good little slut, won’t you?”

The beat of the music vibrating through the floor and up my body, the thrill of being claimed against the viewing glass with a room full of unbeknownst people and the filthy words oozing from his mouth made me feral.

“God, yes,” I gasped fervently.

“I’m in charge here, , but don’t be fooled, you control me just as much as I do you. If I was to ever let anyone else dominate me, it could only ever be you. My heart, body and soul – it’s all yours,” he said, before he slammed his cock into me eliciting a scream.

He gripped my hips as his powerful thrusts moved my entire body, my palms pressed firmly against the glass as I met his driving force. His confession wrapped around me, his vulnerability unlocking any remaining armour between us.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I panted as my exhales increased.

“Holy shit, you take me so well,” another slap to my arse reverberating through me, sending a spike of pleasure directly to my clit. “You love when I fuck you against the glass, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. I was lost in the throngs of pleasure as he pumped in and out of me. A dominant display of claiming and owning.

“You love it, don’t you?” His voice, dripping with need was hot as fuck and I threw my head back to smirk at him.

“You know I do. So shut up and fuck me harder,” I was intentionally trying to sass him. Still annoyed at the bullshit I’d been fed about him and now turned on and desperate to see how far I could push him. What it looked like when I did.

“Argh, my girl needs to come, doesn’t she? Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he commanded and I complied, moving one hand from the glass as Seb raised my hips and began fucking me even harder. As soon as my fingers grazed my clit, he growled and the sparks of pleasure heightened. I trembled at the fullness of him driving into me, my fingers rubbing fast as I chased my own release while his filthy words grumbled in my ear.

“Fuck, you have no idea how sexy you are when you touch yourself with my cock in you,” the desperation in his words my unravelling and I lost control of the world around me as a crescendo of pleasure washed through me.

“Fuckkkkkk, babe,” his gravelly cry edged me further as he filled me with his pleasure,“You are the fire to my ice, , and I need more of your heat.” With a final slap to my backside, he pulled my dress down, intentionally ignoring the way he was leaking out of me. My thighs now sticky from a combination of us both.

Raising the hand I used to touch myself, he grinned surreptitiously, slowly pulling my hand to his lips and sucking each finger. I was putty for him and when he kissed me passionately, my taste on his tongue, I wanted to knead his chest and purr like a contented kitty.

His ability to move from savage, to tender and back to feral was discombobulating but it was one of the things I loved most. I found that the ferocious and sexy side was reserved only for me and knowing this turned me on, making me want him even more. I almost wanted to clear the few things he had on his desk and demand round two, but there was something I needed to do first.

“I could use a drink after that little display. Can you take me downstairs so I can tell Cooper how I think he’s a piece of shit,” I tried to remain straight faced, but when he hit me with his large crooked smile, I giggled.

Once his pants were back in place, he reached out and engulfed my hand with his own, “Happily.”