Carla tries to slip past me, but I shoot an arm out to stop her. “Please Carla. Please let me talk to you…let me explain.”
She turns to look at me and it takes everything I have not to reach out and wrap her up in my arms, but instead I usher her back down the hallway she’s just come down and into Ruben’s office so we can have some privacy.
As I close the door behind us, Carla sits on the edge of Ruben’s desk facing me, and for once in my life I can’t think of anything to say.
She’s wearing high heels that do amazing things for her already amazing legs. Leaning back against the door with my arms crossed, I continue my lazy perusal up her body while I’m unobserved by anyone, but her. The slinky black dress she’s wearing is held over her breasts by multiple straps crisscrossing over her back, which I’d noticed earlier. The fitting of the dress makes me wonder whether or not she has anything on underneath.
My breathing is uneven as the lust running through my body starts to take hold, hardening my cock.
Fuck, bringing her in here wasn’t such a good idea.
Chapter 15
Carla
Sebastian reminds me of a bull ready to charge at the matador with his breathing heavy, nostrils flaring. The only difference with the eyes is that the bulls would be wide with anger whereas Sebastian’s are partly closed with lust.
Glancing down his body, my eyes widen when I catch sight of the bulge in his pants, which he doesn’t seem too bothered about me seeing. Watching his cock twitch, I lick my lips, getting slightly sidetracked when I spot some pink and green feathers. Really!
“Fuck Carla. Don’t look at me as though you’re ready to suck me off,” he says closing his eyes.
My eyes widen at his words, unable to comprehend him talking to me like he just did. I’m not a prude and don’t have any objection to him speaking to me like he did, which is a hell of a turn on. The surprise is Sebastian saying it when there hasn’t been anything other than a hug and a few words between us, none of which involved sucking him off.
“You eye fucked me. So what’s your problem?” I counter, crossing my ankles as I grip Ruben’s desk for dear life because I’m seconds away from wrestling him to the floor.
He looks to be fighting some internal demon, which probably involves both Ramon and me. What must it be like for him wanting the woman he thinks is with his brother? This is just so screwed up and I really wish Ramon was here to explain to Sebastian about our relationship. It kills me seeing him so tortured about it, but for not really knowing how much Ramon was going to tell him to explain our living arrangements, I stay silent.
“I didn’t invite Jacky here tonight, my brother dropped me in it when he visited the office earlier today. I was going to explain to her I couldn’t go on a date with her when she started crying; so here we are.”
He looks gorgeous resting against the door in his black pants and white silk shirt, which is slightly unbuttoned around his neck, just enough room for my tongue to invade if we were lovers.
I’ve seen him without a shirt once at his parents’ ranch when he was playing football. My jaw had practically dropped to the floor when I’d spotted him in boots, jeans and nothing else. His chest was that of a sculpted god, with a six pack that trailed down into a V, which I’d seen thanks to his jeans hanging low on his hips. Lily had nudged me to bring me out of my trance.
“Dare I ask what has that look on your face?” he asks, watching me through heavily lidded eyes.
Without thought of the consequences, I reply, “You.”
He seems shocked.
“I was thinking about the time when you were playing football at your parents’ ranch in nothing but jeans and boots.” I smile. “Lily caught me drooling over you.”
Now he has a sexy as sin grin on his face. “You were drooling over me,” he says as he slowly stalks towards me, like a panther ready to pounce. “Have you got any idea how many times I’ve ‘drooled,’” he grins, “over you? Because it’s too many times to count.”
Uncrossing my ankles, he slides his hands up my thighs, taking the hem of my dress with him before stepping between my widened thighs. His hands slide to my hips, which he squeezes before gripping my ass and pulling me into his aroused body.
Reaching out with my hands, I remove the pink and green feathers clinging to his shirt, raising an eyebrow in question.
He laughs. “I got caught up in the middle of a bachelorette party out there, and left them with Ruben to sort out.”
I chuckle as I start rubbing up and down his arms with my hands, moving up towards his shoulders and eventually I’m able to slide my fingers though the hair at the nape of his neck, which is what I’ve wanted to do for a long time.