Open Marriage (ON HOLD)

Chapter 33

(Y/N's POV)

Chris' birthday party was going to be epic, even if it landed on a Sunday night. I knew we all had to work the next day, and I truly didn't understand why I didn't wait for the following weekend. Something just told me to stick with the plan. People in our line of business were rarely allowed time off. With the added event of Josh's injury, I needed to push forward with the plans already set in motion.

"Pretty Girl," a voice called out from the bedroom of Sebastian's place.

I lost myself in my phone, making final preparations for the party, the voice went unheard by me. The voice spoke again, this time calling my given name and standing only a few feet away; showing the person, once again, that multitasking was not my best quality.

"Dollface," I heard in my ear, feeling arms wrap around my waist from behind. I jumped slightly, hearing a chuckle against my neck. "I'm sorry,"
Sebastian whispered, placing soft kisses against my skin.

"You startled me," I responded, leaning into his body.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said again. "What's got all your attention?"

"Just putting some final touches on Evans' party," I answered, feeling his hand creep up the front of my golfing polo.

"I'm sure Mike is taking care of it all. What you need to do is come shower with me, and take care of a little problem you created earlier," he instructed, lifting the back of the skirt with his free hand.

"A little problem," I teased, turning to face him.

"Haha," he expressed, a giggle escaping my lips.

I winked, feeling his hands move to the flesh of my ass. "Well, I guess since I'm the one that caused the problem, I should be the one to solve it."

I placed soft kisses on his lips, teasing him with each kiss, knowing he wanted it to progress faster than it was.

"Woman," he moaned against my mouth.

"Mr. Stan," I mumbled, running my fingers through his hair.

Sebastian growled, leaning down, picking up my body, throwing me over his shoulder. "No more games, Kitten. You'll be lucky to even walk into Chris' party tonight."

A laugh escaped my lips, but it all seized when his hand connected against my bare ass rather harshly. "Sebastian!" I squealed.

He did it again, tossing me onto the bed. "Say it again," he demanded.

I smirked, sitting up against the mountain of pillows while pulling off my thong. I placed my feet against the bed, my skirt bunching at my waist, leaving me exposed to the man in front of me. "Sebastian," I whined. "I'm so alone here on this big old bed."

"You are going to be the death of me, woman," he sighed, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion.

"Dying while having mindblowing sex with you wouldn't be a bad way to go," I concluded, pulling my polo off, gluing my eyes to Sebastian's body.

"Fuck," he groaned, crawling onto the bed towards me like an animal stalking its prey.

*****

Later that night, I groaned at the ache in my hips while stepping out of Sebastian's car. A smile spread across the man's face as he helped me out of the vehicle.

"You good?" Sebastian questioned while I fixed my navy blue strapless dress that hugged my body tightly, landing in the middle of my thighs.

"I'm good," I assured him, allowing him to smooth down the back of the dress.