Sebastian looked incredible standing on my back porch, half of his face highlighted by the porch light.

He looked like an underdeveloped picture.

He pushed his fingers through his beard and looked at me

contemplatively. Am I not allowed inside? Suddenly the sound of the crickets chirping sounded intensely

loud. The world felt like it was slowing down. He was married. I couldn't do this. The kiss at the bar the

week before had been bad enough, and I knew that if he came inside, I wouldn't be able to control

myself. Baz, I said softly, I'm not sure that's a good idea. He paused,

and for a moment I thought he was going to turn around and leave. My heart had just started to

slow down, when suddenly he took a big step forward, closing the

space between us, and kissed me. His hand firmly cupped around the side of my face, holding me

tightly as his tongue snaked into my mouth. I moaned into him, breathing in the rich, leathery scent of his cologne.

I know it's not a good idea. He said softly, staring deeply into my eyes as he pulled away, but I still want it. Against my better judgment,

I kissed him again, as I pulled him through the open door. I couldn't control myself.

That was the effect Sebastian had on me. We hurriedly undressed

each other, strewing my kitchen in clothes until we were skidding down the hallway to my bedroom.

A gasp left my throat as Baz picked up my naked body and tossed me onto the bed. I brushed loose strands of

black hair away from my face, trembling with desire. I watched as he walked over to the corner

of the room and turned on the floor lamp. I want to see you as I fuck you for the first time.

My heart skipped to my throat.

I wanted Baz more than I had ever wanted any man.

His body, muscular, but not overly so, moved so enticingly in the dim light. The way he spoke to me in that low

voice, like I was completely his, made my pussy throb. Our chemistry was intense and undeniable.

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