The blinding warmth begins swelling in the pit of my belly and radiates out to blanket my entire body.
My legs are quaking as I come violently around his cock, unable to control my violent release.
Screaming his name repeatedly, I arch my back and shove against his abdomen as my orgasm blinds me. Trying to push him away only motivates him to pound harder, drawing out my climax as a new yearning floods me.
Sebastian doesn’t relent, his thrusts are powerful and strong as he claims me possessively.
Then he stills, blue eyes boring into mine as he shudders and I feel his cock swell before hot spurts of semen fill me until I’m running over. He continues to slip in and out of me, spreading his seed up and down my entrance.
The stimulation against my clit makes me want to come all over again, but my body is thoroughly spent.
Sebastian collapses beside me, and wastes no time pulling me into his strong embrace.
With a simple kiss to my forehead, he stares at me in awe.
“Sleep, baby,” he commands, reading the exhaustion on my face.
As soon as my head hits his solid chest, I fall into a peaceful slumber.
CHAPTER TEN
SEBASTIAN DOWNS
Extending my stay on the island hadn’t been a hard decision. One night with Olivia and I was an addict.
After our first night together, I’d promptly canceled my room at the hotel across the island and stayed here.
I enjoyed fucking her thoroughly in every corner of the house. In the solarium while she was supposed to be practicing yoga. In the kitchen when she went to get a drink. In the theater room while we were watching a movie. In the bathroom when she was taking a shower.
We spend our days exploring the beautiful island and our nights fucking like rabbits. It’s heaven on earth, but I know reality will soon burst our bubble.
She makes me insatiable and tomorrow she’s getting on a plane to head back to Tennessee.
“Why don’t you come back to California with me?” I ask that evening.
We’re in the theatre room again, binge watching her favorite show. Olivia is enthralled in the political drama but quickly pivots her head in my direction when the question registers.
“My life isn’t in California,” she states plainly, making eye contact.
Her words annoy me for some strange reason so I follow up with another question.
“What’s holding you back?”
“It’s my home,” Olivia explains. “My life is there. My best friend is there. My job is there. I have to get back to work.”
“Liv, you just won a million dollars. Why the hell are you returning to a shitty CNA job?”
Her face falters, instantly making me regret my inflammatory words. I know she takes pride in her work and that was low.
“I’m sorry we can’t all be billionaire tech geniuses like you, Sebastian. But I make an honest living and I enjoy it.”
Still, I don’t let it go. Even though I know I should.
“It just doesn’t make sense to me.”
“That’s okay,” she says with more patience than I deserve. “But Arnold needs me and I’ve always been a firm believer in finishing what I started.”
I know my eyes are incredulous as I look at her.
“So you’re basically waiting for him to die before you get on with your life? Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
She gives me a sweet smile.
“It’s about much more than that. My patient has dementia and at this point, consistency is vital. I can’t abandon him in the middle of the road. I’d feel awful about it. He needs me and I intend to be there.”
My expression softens as her words sink in. Until she starts talking again.
“Listen, I didn’t come to the island looking for anything serious. And I’m sure you didn’t either. I think the best part of this is that neither of us went in with any expectations.”
I don’t say anything. I just watch her, waiting for her to continue and try to talk herself out of what we have.
“But this just happened. And it’s been amazing. But we both know the real world is calling. You run a huge corporation on the other side of the country. And me? Well I’m happy in Tennessee.”
“Right,” I say releasing a frustrated breath.
“Can you honestly say you’ll even have time for me once we’re back in the States?”
“I’ll make time,” I tell her.
She looks at me quietly and reveals a patient smile. “You think so now. But trust me, you’ll get so busy you’ll forget about me in no time.”
My suspicions grow when she says this and I wonder if she has a distraction lined up to help her forget about me.
“Are you fucking anyone back home?” I ask candidly, not masking the anger in my tone.