Page 25 of Worth Every Moment

“Kill the lights,” a male voice says, and we’re plunged into darkness.

9

ERICA

My heart is racing as I hunker down in the dark next to Seb.

“God, you are so fucking hot,” a voice growls.

Less than ten feet away from us, backlit by the moonlight streaming in the windows, a couple is kissing feverishly. They’re tearing at one another’s clothes, panting like they’ve been oxygen-deprived until this exact moment.

I don’t dare look at Seb, but I’m acutely aware of him. The heat of his body, the strength of him beneath his suit, the scent of his cologne, and the sound of his breathing too close to my ear.

“I’ve waited far too fucking long for this,” the man rasps as he hauls the woman’s dress up, and she tilts her head back as he kisses her throat.

“Quick,” she moans. “We have to be quick.”

Seb tilts forward to see what I’m seeing. I’ve been blocking his view. His eyes peel wide, and, comedically slowly, he turns his gaze to me.

Please, don’t look at me.

Too late. I can hardly breathe as my blood turns to rivers of fire. I don’t know if it’s the couple, the noises they’re making, orthe feel of Seb’s attention on me while it’s happening, but I’m burning up.

This is some great cosmic joke. It must be. I drag my gaze from Seb’s, back to the couple who have stumbled against the wall. A trail of their clothes marks their path. Their passion is wild and uncontained; the two of them unravelling mere feet from where Seb and I are hidden in the shadows.

The man turns the woman away from him and she braces her hands on the wall while he fiddles with his trousers. The little metallic clink of his belt is unmistakable.

“Quickly,” she husks. “I need you now.”

Seb lets out the most minuscule snort at exactly the same moment the man grunts and his dick springs free.

The woman whimpers, and a responding throb of arousal makes itself known between my legs.

He thrusts, filling her in one swift movement. It’s carnal and raw, and I wish I could say I’m appalled or unmoved, but I’m neither. I let out a tiny gasp, staring in rapt fascination.

Seb leans closer. “They’re defiling your exhibition,” he whispers, and I’m thankful for the break in tension. I try to hold onto the amusement, but it dissipates with each hard thrust of the couple.

Tension wraps around us, and Seb shifts closer. “Told you,” he whispers, his voice so deep and full of suggestion that it slides right beneath my dress. But my mind is so fogged up, my body so aroused, that I struggle to work out what he’s talking about. And then I remember his words the last time we met.

It’s hard to be in the same room as people who are having sex, and not get turned on. Damn near impossible.

Embarrassment flares in my chest, the heat of it mingling with the arousal I can’t control. HeknowsI’m turned on. Of course he knows. He might be polite and charming when he wants to be, but that sexual energy is always simmering beneath thesurface. Humming like electric wires. He can’t help it. I can feel it emanating off him. Or is it me, doing that?

Rhythmic groans from the couple fill the space. The sound of their bodies slapping together is pornographic. I screw my eyes shut, trying to ignore the heat running through me and the gorgeous man beside me.

“Erica,” Seb addresses me in a low whisper. “Is this turning you on?”

Opening my eyes, I expect to see him looking amused or smirking, but he’s not. He looks deadly serious, his heated gaze on me.

Everything but Seb and the thrusts and moans of the couple nearby fades to insignificance. I’m hardly breathing, and for some inexplicable reason, it feels like we’re the ones having sex.

“Do you want to leave? If you’re uncomfortable, we can leave.” He takes my hand in his and tugs it gently. I know he doesn’t intend it, but because of what’s happening in the room and inside my body, his touch sends electric bolts of desire racing through me. “On three.” He tips his head towards the exit. “We’ll get up and go.”

“No.”

He tilts his head at me and mouths, “No?” His brow furrows, but then his eyes widen. The hint of a smile on his lips tells me he sees right through me to every dirty thought and is ready to catch them in his hands and make them his.

“Your cock feels so good. So.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “Hard.”