Page 61 of Worth Every Moment (Hawkston Billionaires #4)

ERICA

S eb sits on the end of the lounger. I’m sunbathing at our pool. It’s enclosed and private, surrounded by palm trees. Sunlight glistens on the water.

He drops his head in his hands, and I can tell from his posture that all is not well. He ran off like something was wrong when I mentioned his dad, saying he had to discuss something important, but he didn’t tell me what it was.

I sit up, rubbing his back. “Hey. You okay?” He shifts under my hand, almost like he doesn’t want to be touched, so I stop and lie back down on the lounger, waiting a moment before I ask, “How’s your dad?”

He sighs. “He’s all right. Same old bastard.”

“I’m so sorry.”

He leans his elbows on his knees and stares at the water. He’s clearly not going to say anything else, so I raise what’s been on my mind. “About this fake dating—”

He turns abruptly, shedding all signs of whatever was bothering him. “Fake?”

I smile at him to show I’m kidding, but he doesn’t smile back, which unsettles me. “We were going to end it after the wedding. We’re technically in our final twenty-four hours, and I want to be really clear on this.” I glance down at my hands then back at him. “We’re not doing that anymore. Right?”

He gives me a ‘ don’t be stupid ’ look. “Lefroy, if you think we’re ending this, you’re fucking insane.”

A nervous giggle bursts from me. “Really?”

“I’ve had a picture of you in my bathroom for seven years. I’m obsessed with you. Have been since I first saw you. This relationship is not ending now. No fucking way. It’s just beginning. If you think I’m going to let you go…” He smiles, shaking his head at me. “You’re delusional.”

Pulling back, he surveys me as I lie on the lounger in a tiny string bikini. “Wow,” he mouths, and heat fires in his gaze, shifting from admiration to desire like the changing images on a slide-show.

He crawls up the lounger towards me, kissing my skin as he goes, and liquid heat pools between my legs. He presses tiny kisses up my legs, my thighs, my stomach, my chest, my throat, until he reaches my face. He cups my cheek in one hand, his touch so tender that it makes me ache.

“You are so wonderful,” he whispers. “Are you mine?” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Say you’ll be mine.”

“Yes.”

“All of you?” He strokes my cheekbone with one finger, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Mmm,” I concur.

My phone buzzes, but I ignore it, letting it ring out.

His finger continues to my chin, trailing down the side of my neck. “Is this mine?” I nod, hardly able to breathe as he trails his fingertip over my skin, running down my shoulder until he reaches the strap of my bikini. “This?”

I swallow. “Yes. All yours.”

The phone rings again, and Seb glances at it where it lies on the ground at the side of the lounger.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur, but he leans over and grabs it.

“I think you’re gonna want to answer this one,” he says, flashing the screen at me. The Taming the Beast casting director’s name is on the display.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, bolting upright and snatching the phone from Seb’s hand. “Hi,” I answer. “Erica Lefroy speaking.”

“Erica,” comes the casting director’s excited greeting. “How are you?”

“Great. Good. I think.” I give Seb a worried glance, and he gives my thigh a reassuring squeeze.

“Well, hopefully your day’s about to get a little better. We’d love to offer you the role of Vannessa . ”

I squeal, slamming my free hand over my mouth. “Oh, wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I will give this my all. Oh, thank you. You have no idea what this means to me. I am so, so grateful that you’re taking this chance on me. I will absolutely do this role justice. I’ll be—”

Her laughter cuts me off. “You’ll be wonderful. We were all in agreement that you’re a perfect fit. Congratulations. We’ll be in touch with more details soon.”

We say our goodbyes, and when I hang up, I let the phone fall to my lap, hands trembling.

“I got it,” I tell Seb.

“I know.” His excitement mirrors mine, blue eyes bright and smile wide, dimple on full display.

He leans across and hugs me, and I’m enveloped in his scent, his warmth.

Wonderful . Better, even, than getting the news about the movie.

Being held by Seb is the best thing in the world.

“Well done. You deserve it.” He kisses me and it’s a kiss that is filled with love, making me feel worshiped and adored with the slightest touch of his lips to mine.

“You’re going to be a star. You know that, right? ”

“Yes.”

“My girlfriend is going to be a movie star,” he says, puffing his chest. “I like the sound of that.” He kisses me again.

“You’re amazing. I’m so happy for you. We can celebrate tonight, at the wedding.

Champagne—sparkling water if you prefer—and canapes, and we can tell everyone about it.

” A devilish smile breaks over his face. “Now, where were we?”

“About… here,” I say, reading his intention and pressing my finger to the strap of my bikini.

He slides a finger under it, shifting it over my shoulder so it falls down my arm, and he kisses the spot it was a moment before. “So this is all mine too?” I hum an agreement and his other hand teases the opposite strap from my other shoulder.

My stomach clenches as the bikini slips, the top half falling to my waist, and Seb’s sharp intake of breath makes my nipples peak. He flutters his eyes closed like he can’t take it all in at once. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do. You do .”

He opens his eyes and strokes his finger from my shoulder down the slope of my breast, right to the tip of my nipple, which instantly hardens and peaks, and the trace of a smile pulls at his lips. “Is this mine?”

I sound breathless when I say, “All yours.”

“In that case, I want you to sit on my face.”

I glance around the pool area. It’s secluded, but not secured. “Here?”

“Right here,” he says, tapping the lounger.

“What if someone comes?”

“They won’t, but if they do, scream my name to let them know whose face you’re riding.”

A flush of heat attacks me. “You’re so bad.”

“Yup.” With an uncanny focus, he tugs the strings of my bikini on both my hips simultaneously.

“And I’m hungry, and there is nothing I want to eat more than your pussy.

” He tugs and I shift, allowing him to pull my bikini bottoms off in one go.

My heart dips as the air hits my bare pussy, which pulses like it wants to call out to his tongue. Here. Now .

He nudges me out of the way so he can lie back on the lounger. “So, sit. Let me fuck you with my tongue. Please.”

His words have desire rolling through me, and, I can’t clamber onto him fast enough.

Straddling him, I hover over his face. “Won’t I be heavy? How will you breathe?”

“Don’t worry about me.” His darkened gaze fixes between my legs, before his eyes, filled with amusement, flick to meet mine.

“If I die, you can run a story in the press. Erica Lefroy smothers boyfriend with her perfect pussy. That’ll sort your reputation for good, and I’ll be the envy of every man in the world. ”

“But—”

He grabs my hips and yanks me down onto his mouth, his tongue sweeping inside me, releasing a desperate wave of need that has me rocking my hips against his chin.

“Oh, fuuuuuck ,” I moan.

He feasts, and feasts, and feasts , like he’s trying to win an Olympic gold with his mouth. First prize to this man right here . His tongue laps and teases and spears me until I can no longer hold back the orgasm that bursts like a firework, sending sparks shooting through my vision.

When I’m boneless and quivering in the aftermath, he shifts me so we can lie together, limbs entwined. He wipes his mouth with his hand, but we’re lying so close I can smell myself on him. He strums my cheek with his thumb and I kiss him, tasting us both.

“I like you like this,” I whisper.

“Like what?”

I kiss him once more. “Mine.”