Sebastian King is a player. I know that. I know that he knows how to feed me lines to get me into bed.
But when he spoke, it didn’t feel like a line. It felt like the truth. Maybe I’m naive, but I want to f**k him. I want this. I want to feel like his queen, if only for one night. So I push all my doubts and insecurities out of my head, and I let the confident, smart-aleck Millie take over.
“f**k me, Sebastian. And this time, make sure I remember.” I nip at his earlobe as I elicit a deep throaty growl in response to my demand.
I expect that he’s going to take me here in the rain. I shiver, though.
“Oh, I will. But first, I need to warm you up.”
He scoops me back in his arms, somehow not missing a step even though he’s walking on a cast. A cast he wasn’t supposed to get wet—oops.
