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TWENTY-TWO

smut.
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A few moments later, I can't hold back an ecstatic moan that emerges from the very back of my throat. This, with Sebastian on top of me, breathing heavily as he moves, my legs angled around his hips, must be heaven. No, paradise.

Pure pleasure erupts through my body. Feeling his weight atop me adds to the sensation. Our moans fill the air, and I still can't believe this is actually happening. Our foreheads are pressed against one another, our eyes are closed.

I don't ever want to let him go. This is too good already. It feels like he's been the puzzle piece that has been missing from my body my entire life. Not in my almost three decades of living has a body felt so perfectly molded to mine. Damn, so sappy.

"Charlotte," I hear him groan my name, "You feel so good."

His words are like music in my ears. I let my lips place open-mouthed kisses on his jawline while I try to control my breathing. He groans, closing his eyes. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he hits that one specific spot repeatedly. Tension begins to pile in my lower stomach, a tension so insanely fierce that I throw my head back, only to let it hit the sheets underneath me almost immediately.

Now, his lips begin to wander around my jawline, up to my ear where he carefully nibbles on my earlobe. I moan. When he groans in response, hoarse and raspy from the back of his throat, it buzzes against my eardrums. This might be one of the most attractive sounds I've ever heard. Ever.

"God, please," I cry out as his hips clash against mine a little faster than before, "Don't stop."

"Didn't plan to," he replies, completely out of breath. I hear the bedframe shrieking quietly, drowned out by our moans and heavy breaths. And to be honest, the combination out of all of those sounds lets my entire body tingle with desire even more.

My hands leave his soft hair to brush loose strands of mine out of my face. He uses this opportunity to grasp my wrists. Before I know it, my hands are pinned down above my head, leaving me unable to do anything I want with them. Oh, and the things I would do right now...

"Shit," I groan deeply with a faint grin emerging on my face, "You don't want me in control?"

My faint attempt at a teasing joke makes him smile down at me smugly, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. Holy mother of God, he is so damn attractive it hurts my brain.

"Problem with that, sweetheart?"

A breath stumbles in my throat on its way out as I shake my head faintly, my eyes directly meeting his. The intensity of our stare makes me realize how intimate all of this is.

"Good," he eventually groans in response to my reaction, and I feel shivers go down my back. I want to pull him toward me, feel his lips on mine while he's inside of me, but my wrists are still in his grasp.

Like he was able to read my thoughts, he lowers his head, catching my lips with his, letting his tongue meet mine instantly. The utter urgency behind his kiss has me melting underneath him.

My entire body is heating up, tingling, my brain is wrapped in cotton. In this very moment, it's just Sebastian and me. Nothing else matters.

"Deeper," I blurt out after another vigorous thrust, muffled by his kiss. He pulls back, a complacent smile on his face.

"It's never enough for you, is it?" he asks, and I shrug, one corner of my mouth flicking upward. I like the effect I have on him. He's always been the confident, cocky Golden Boy when we were in the office. Now, I find out that he's always that way. Confident, and cocky.

"Deeper it is," he whispers hoarsely against my lips, placing one peck on them before his hands slip underneath my slightly arching back. Before I know it, he turns us around.

Now I'm sitting on top. He didn't make a fake promise here. Oh my Lord.

My hands hold onto his buff shoulders for support. My angled legs are pressed to his body, my hips circle. The tense feeling in my lower stomach intensifies with every movement I make. It only gets worse when I feel his hands grab my waist firmly, beginning to guide me. We both let out animalistic groans when I push myself up a bit and relax my legs immediately. I feel hazy, only focusing on him. He's glaring up at me, bottom lip sucked in, eyebrows pinched. A beautiful agony.

"God," I pant, my fingers digging into his skin, "Yes."

My variety of possible words to say shrinks by the minute. My throat is dry, my entire body burning with intense tingles. If it continues like this, I won't last much longer. And by the way he feels inside of me, he's on the edge too.

"I'm so close," I cry out under my breath, my hands sliding to his neck. I press my forehead against his, our noses touch. As I hold his face close to mine, I press desperate kisses onto his dry lips, letting him further guide my movements. When he just groans in an agreeing tone to reply to my statement, I feel my legs tingle.

"Just like that," I pant, and then, he does something that makes my entire body burn.

"Damn, Charlie," his raspy voice meets my ears as his thumb slides down to the bundle of nerves between my legs, circling it gently. I moan frantically, my back is arching, making my breasts press against him. His hot breath hits my neck as my body craves in.

I clench around him, holding my breath as I moan his name. His strong hands stop nudging my body around. Instead, he presses me down on him. My legs tingle and begin to shake as I throw my head back, unable to hold in the desperate moans and sighs that are owed to him. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as he also finishes, his body tensing up against me.

I try to catch my breath, but fail. Heavily panting, I wrap my arms around him and hold him close to me, his hot breath hitting the sensitive spot above my collarbone.

"Woah," I sigh, my legs feeling insanely weak as I eventually try to get off of him. His hands cup my face. For a second, our eyes pierce into each other, and then, he kisses me again. It's not a kiss like the ones we previously shared, full of lust and urgency. This is a sweet kiss, almost affectionate as if he silently appreciates me. It makes me smile against his lips.

"I don't even know what to say right now," he huffs with a faint grin on his face the second he pulls away. I nod and can't help but laugh.

"Me neither," I admit. His strong hands help me get off his lap, and I literally collapse into the sheets, my head hitting the pillow. I close my eyes and let this situation sink in for a minute or two.

I just had sex with my sworn enemy.

And I feel like I want to do it again.

One gentle hand finds my leg and rubs it up and down comfortingly. I perch myself up on my elbows and look at him. He's all cleaned up, boxershorts and everything. The skin of his toned chest is glistening in a slight sweat. His hair is messy, tousled in the back where I had buried my hands, some strands stick to his damp forehead. How is he still so incredibly hot? I probably look like garbage.

"You okay?" he asks, and I smile faintly with a nod.

"I— Yes, very. I just can't believe this actually happened," I chuckle softly. He doesn't reply, but a faint grin tells me he agrees.

"I should... probably take a shower or something," I then add in a quiet voice. I don't know how to not be awkward when exiting a situation like this. I wrap the blanket around my naked body and get off the bed, my knees slightly weak. Silently, Sebastian follows my movements with his eyes. When I stand in front of him, flushed cheeks and messy hair, he smiles up at me.

"If our boss knew," he jokes, and I roll my eyes without being able to wipe the happy smile off my face.

"He won't," I reply and bend down to kiss him again. He instantly melts into the kiss, but I keep it short. I really need that shower. Sure, I am sweaty. But Oh my God, I need to clear my mind.

Did this truly happen?