Page 124 of When We Ignite

His eyes darkened as they swept over me. “You’re going to be the death of me, Ethan Bennett.”

I grinned, leaning forward to run my tongue along the underside of his cock, my eyes never leaving his. His lips parted further, his jaw tightening as he let out a sharp exhale.

For a moment, he broke eye contact, something from the call pulling his attention. I took it as a challenge. Tightening my grip, I took him into my mouth, making sure to suck as I moved upward. His voice faltered, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.

Sebastian didn’t taste like anything, but he felt hot and heavy on my tongue. The power of it—the knowledge that I could reduce him to a shaking mess—was intoxicating. I focused on everything he’d taught me last time—using my hand to match the rhythm, keeping my pace steady—not too fast, not too slow. Even though he was still talking, his words were growing shorter, clipped, and less coherent.

His hand slid into my hair, his touch light, not pushing me down—just there, brushing through the strands. I glanced up at him, and the sight made my breath hitch. His lips were parted, a faint sheen of spit catching the light. His tongue flicked briefly at the corner of his mouth, and his chest rose and fell unevenly. His dark, focused eyes burned into mine.

I pulled back, letting him slide from my lips before taking him deeper, pushing myself further. Sebastian’s eyelids fluttered shut, and his head fell back against the chair. He bit his lip, hard enough to leave a faint mark, and I could see the strain in his jaw as he fought back a sound. For someone always so composed, it was a revelation. The pleasure written so plainly on his face was beautiful, almost addictive. I wanted to see more of it—needed him to lose himself completely.

I repeated the motion, taking him as far as I could, and he shifted beneath me, lifting his hips slightly. His hand found his phone, pressing something before both hands tangled in my hair, and a long groan escaped him.

“How the fuck did you catch up so quickly?” he rasped, his voice breaking into another groan.

I pulled back just enough to grin at him. “I have a good teacher,” I said with a wink.

He huffed a laugh, the sound strangled. I ran my tongue along the head of his cock while my hand worked over him, earning another groan that made heat pool low in my stomach.

“Come up here,” he said, his voice rough.

“Aren’t you still on your call?” I asked, glancing at the phone on the desk.

“I hung up,” he said simply, grabbing my wrist to pull me to my feet.

He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down roughly. His lips trailed from my abdomen to my cock before taking me into his mouth. My head fell back, a shaky moan escaping as I gripped the back of his chair for support.

“Kick them off,” he ordered, and I obeyed seamlessly, stepping out of the fabric.

Sebastian pulled me onto his lap, his mouth finding mine in a deep, consuming kiss. My fingers pressed on his nape, my blunt nails biting into his skin hard enough to make him groan into my mouth.

His hands roamed over me—down my back, gripping my thighs, cupping my ass to pull me flush against him. He shifted forward in his chair, the sound of a drawer opening faint but unmistakable.

I broke the kiss to glance back. “What are you doing?”

He pulled out a small tube, flipping the cap open with practiced ease. “Lube,” he said matter-of-factly before kissing me again. This time, urgency burned in every movement. I wanted him—needed him. Everything about him had become a dangerous addiction—the way his dark eyes smoldered, the curve of his lips when he smirked, the faint scent of cigarettes clinging to his skin, and the way his kisses made my head spin, always just enough to leave me chasing after him.

When his fingers brushed against me, I didn’t flinch. Instead, I shifted, spreading my legs wider to give him more access. Sebastian groaned softly, one hand stroking me as the other breached me. My breath hitched as I adjusted to the sensation, the desk digging into my back as I propped myself on my elbows for balance.

He curved his finger, hitting something inside me that made me cry out. Over and over, he repeated the motion, the growing heat between us making every touch electric. Sweat slicked our skin, and my head tilted back as the pleasure intensified.

“More,” I moaned, my voice raw with need.

Sebastian nodded, pulling his finger out before pressing two inside me. The stretch burned slightly, but it was nothing compared to the waves of pleasure that followed each motion.

“Do you like that, pet?” His voice was a low, mind-altering growl against my ear.

“Yes,” I groaned, desperate. But it wasn’t enough. I grabbed his hair roughly, pulling his lips to mine. “Ash,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

“Tell me, darling,” he murmured, his tongue brushing over my lips.

“Let’s do it. Let’s have sex. Right now,” I said, the words tumbling out in a rush.

Sebastian froze, his fingers stilling inside me as his eyes widened. “Ethan?—”

“Yes,” I said firmly, cutting him off. “You said you wanted me to be dying for it. Well, I am. Fuck me, Ash. Please, fuck me.”

He shook his head, groaning. “There’s not enough time.”