by Melissa Blue
the mistake would have ended there. Neither Sebastian or Nicole would have been remiss in
their unspoken agreement of one night and one night only of pleasure. Except the hotel made
it too easy to go back up to the room and repeat the previous night, with the same specular
results.
The bastards.
And now here she sat, hiding in the bar on a Sunday afternoon, because who came to
the bar on a Sunday? Hunger clawed at her stomach viciously, but the restaurant wasn't safe
to enter. She might see him and her sex would swell at the sight of him. There was no
denying that greedy little mouth, not when it came to Sebastian.
The need and want to be with him...was a mistake. Their conversation over late night
meals, the laughter, the teasing and competitive foreplay—a mistake. One she could get past
as soon as nine p.m. came around and she stepped into a cab, heading for San Francisco, her
home. A little past noon and all she had to do was sit there with her carry-on bag until the cab
came to pick her up.
Sebastian wasn't a lush so he wouldn't think to come to the bar. He loved to eat and the
likely place to find him, if he didn't have an earlier flight, was the restaurant. Nicole would be
safe and then she could let this weekend go.
A waiter passed by her table in the dark corner. Nicole needed to relax, something she
had managed to do with Sebastian. She lifted her hand to call the waiter back and order
herself a drink to calm the nerves making her fingers tremble. She glared at her hand. Maybe
not nerves. Something more akin to withdrawal symptoms, like DTs. Dick tremens in her sad,
sad case.
“Have we met before?” A familiar deep and rich timbre asked behind her.
Crap on a cracker.
Nicole didn't turn around, but glanced over her shoulder. Sebastian had on his con man
smile as he stood ten feet away. He dragged a carry-on bag behind him. Not for the first time,
she wondered about his profession. She'd long since tossed out actor or model.
Sebastian didn't ring any bells for a publicist, but in her line of work, it was less about
them and more about the client. A potential client found out about her due to word of mouth,
not because you could look her up in a phone book or online. Even with social media being
the new thing, you still knew a publicist by their client list.
None of that mattered as he stood there tempting her. He wore a crisp dress shirt, rolled
up at the sleeves and dark gray slacks. The price of his shoes could pay someone's monthly
salary. He had charm and could fast talk her under the table. Or charm and fast talk a
woman's panties off, which he’d done with a cheesy-ass line. There was more to Sebastian
than his surface-level personality.
She wanted to know what lie beneath the veneer of the man and be the woman he chose
to tell those secrets to. Not a mistake, but a problem. Her heart wanted things they hadn't
agreed to. Things she'd long since sworn off. Her body wanted to relive the touch of his
mouth, hands and tongue. Two nights, or mornings, and she was conditioned to go hot and
wet at the sound of his voice, at the sight of him. Her mind might be saying to let it go, let the
experience with him become a memory, but her body knew what happened next.
She blew out a breath and then smiled at him, the picture perfect image of unperturbed
and not needy and wanting. “I thought you'd be off on a plane by now.”
“Red eye flight,” he said and came to stand at her table.
Nicole shouldn't have motioned for him to sit down, but what could she do? Send him
away when she wanted him there, right there in her breathing space? This was bad and the
longer they prolonged the goodbye between them it would only get worse.
“You?”
“A cab picks me up at nine tonight,” she said.
They were doing it again, laying out the boundaries between them. He watched her as
he filed the information away with a slight lift of his head, a gleam in his eye and calculating
the things they could say or do between now and then.
If this wasn't what it was, she'd have the cojones to ask him out for drinks. To see where
things could go, because she liked him. He made her laugh and come in equal intensity.
They'd shared secrets, because they hadn't thought Sunday would come and they'd still want
to sit across from each other. It was stupid and a mistake and...
“I still have the room,” he said.
Nicole wanted to believe she was conditioned to say yes to the implied question. But
what she wanted was to go up to the room and have him one last time, and then she'd be
gone like a ghost.
Her lips pulled into a smile, probably as wicked as his kisses, and said, “Lucky for you,
that's where I want to be.”
*****
They were naked before his ass hit the flat surface of a linen-covered love seat by the
window. Nicole couldn't say what Chicago looked like in the mid-day sun or how breathtaking
the skyline was when the skyscrapers were lit. She could tell someone what Sebastian looked
like with the mid-day sun slanting against his chiseled jaw line. How his blue eyes seemed
dark as the night in the twilight hours as he focused on making her speak nothing but
gibberish. The muscles in his tall frame had a purpose and she knew very well it was to bring
her pleasure.
She straddled his thick thighs. He felt right between her legs, close to her skin, warm
and hard. Nicole sighed but bit her lip to keep in the words that would sound too much like
she'd miss these moments where she shed the workaholic. A moment where she wasn't
thinking about her clients' needs but her own. And Sebastian being the man catering to each
and every one. Instead, as she'd been doing for the past few days, she mussed his hair more
than it already was. Honestly he didn't need help looking rakish, but she liked the feel of the
silky ebony strands between her fingers. He groaned softly, sinking his fingers into her waist.
“So tell me what do you want today?”
She nipped at his bottom lip in answer. The nip turned into a suck, and then they were
kissing with such urgency it made her heart ache. It felt like the goodbye neither of them
wanted to speak, and the silent conversation held such emotion neither of them should have
had for each other.
Ridiculous, but it didn't stop her from deepening the kiss until it felt like sex with their
mouths. Deep and hard and just the right amount of stroking that left them both breathless.
His hands rose from her waist to her breasts. He broke the kiss and cupped the full globes,
massaging them, but kept his gaze locked on hers.
“You like to watch when you get me off,” she said.
“You bet I do. You get this pretty little flush, a haze falls over your eyes, and it's the
sexiest thing to me. When I get it just right you throw your head back and moan.” He ran his
thumb over her taut nipples and she moaned.
She started to tilt her head but stopped and laughed. “You're a sadist.” She fisted her
hands in his hair. “Kiss them and I'll moan for you again.”
Sebastian tongued her left nipple until he was satisfied with its treatment and then did
the same to the right. By now, he knew exactly how to touch her. His hands—she could write
odes to t
hem—languidly trailed down to her clit. He buried his thumb along her soaking wet
entrance. Nicole didn't have to ask for what she needed. She took it and he let her use him for
her pleasure.
She rocked her hips against his hand. He grunted in assent. The sound teased out the
reaction he loved to watch, her hair cascaded over her shoulders, tickling her bare skin as her
head fell back. She pressed his face closer to her breast and rocked faster, riding his finger
like she would ride him after this interlude. His groan deepened when she clenched around
his thumb.
“Wait,” he ordered and moved his hand.
He scrounged around for the pants sprawled across the small coffee table beside the
chair. She resented the interruption but so far he'd yet to leave her disappointed for long. He
sheathed himself and within the next breath he plunged into her aching, wet sex. Ah, none of
the worries she had earlier mattered anymore. Sebastian was right where he should be, inside
her, deep and filling her to the core. He wasn't looking at her with hesitation, as though he
should censor his words. He wasn’t even a stranger who knew too much about the woman
beneath the business clothes.
No. He was her lover.
She sighed and whispered his name into the mussed strands of his hair. He rose up,
surging forward into her and again, slowly. He wasn't racing to some finish line or to win
some competition. This felt like prolonging what should have ended Friday night and she
took it. All of it.
She found his rhythm and met his quickened thrust, tightening around his slick and
hard cock. The climax stole through her, and Nicole knew that it wouldn't be the end. He'd
wait until she was fully sated, limp against the crook of his neck. There was nothing to fight
hard against, so she let each orgasm roll over her and continued to meet his slow thrusts. His
fingers tightened at the nape of her neck, but he tipped her head down and met her lips. Her
moan shuddered out, and he captured the sound with his tongue.
This experience was too slow and too soft for what was coming next. It wasn't another
late night rendezvous. It wasn't meeting unexpectedly at the elevator doors or sneaking up to
this room. They were catching planes to go to different cities only knowing each other’s first
name. It was an experience she couldn't tell someone else and they'd believe how the story
unfolded.
She couldn't stop and change the rules they'd set out the moment he grinned at her in
the bar. Nicole hated this, but did the only thing she could, and deepened the kiss.
*****
Sebastian had long since crossed a personal boundary. What was one more? So, he kept
right on kissing Nicole like it was the last time he'd get to taste her. It likely would be. They
had set up boundaries that neither could cross without losing something in the end. This
weekend had been perfect. There was bound to be a minefield he hadn't foreseen if they tried
to prolong it. She couldn't be this woman who made him forget the bitterness of the past, a
woman who made him consider the things he'd long since given up.
Yet, he could believe it possible while buried so deeply inside her, swallowing her moans
as she rocked against his sex. And this slow slide into oblivion and insanity was enough to
make him come. The next time she quickened, he'd be done and so would this...whatever it
was.
“Don't move,” he heard himself say.
God, it was embarrassing, but he had to get his fill of her now, because there was no
rewind button and no moving forward. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, like a
simpering idiot who would miss a woman he met only a few days ago. He kissed her like an
unhinged man who'd miss a woman who needed to relax and did whenever he touched her.
He kissed her like it was goodbye.
Her pussy tightened around him and that was all it took to drag them both over the
edge. He rose up into her, once, twice and they both shuddered with the force of their climax.
His soft groan tangled with her breathless moan. Sebastian sighed and rested his head against
hers. He didn't want to open his eyes to see the truth of their situation reflected back in her
amber irises.
But he wasn't a soft man. She wasn't the woman who changed anything within him. She
was his weekend lover. So, Sebastian opened his eyes and saw the truth in her gaze.
“I've got to go,” she murmured.
Hours hadn't passed and her flight was eons away, but she still spoke the truth. It was
better this way. “I'll let you get the shower first.”
Her lips curved in one corner. “Always the gentleman.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. I'm all class.”
She hesitated, but placed a light kiss on his lips. She lingered longer than what was
allowed for in their situation, but he let her because it's what he secretly wanted.
Much too soon, she broke the kiss and rose from his lap. He listened to the shower run
and sat on the love seat, soaked in his sweat and regret that this weekend couldn't be more.
Just sit. Leave it alone. Let the weekend end like this. Maybe kiss her at the door and
wish her a good flight and that would be that.
Yeah... No. Fucking .Way. He smiled a conman smile and rose from the chair and
headed to the bathroom. Sebastian opened the door and steam from the shower rolled out. It
wouldn't change a thing to watch her lather soap over the skin he'd gotten to know so very
well. Not a thing would be different if he surprised her and watched the warring emotions
cloud her gaze.
Just this one last time with her and then he'd let her go. She'd be out of his system. He
pulled open the shower door. She turned to him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. Her gaze
roved down, and then up, as she considered him.
“Sebastian,” she spoke softly.
“Yes, Nicole.”
“There's this spot, on my back, I can never get.”
The tightness in his chest loosened. “I bet there is.” Oh, he fucking loved it.
He stepped into the shower, closing the door behind him. She handed over the soap.
Sebastian let out a long sigh. All he had was her first name. Sooner or later, he'd learn to live
with the ache she'd leave behind. Until then, she was his lover and he was hers.
Bio
Melissa Blue’s writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born.
This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not 2004.
Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She’s still typing away on the same computer,
making imaginary people fall in love.
Where to find me online or places to sign up for my newsletter to get the latest news:
http://melthegreatest.blogspot.com
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Other Titles by Melissa Blue
The Sixteen Year Itch, Down With Cupid
Shorts
There is nothing worse to Morgan than Valentine’s Day. Well, drooling over her long
time best friend, Alan, comes a close second, but this Valentine’s things are going to be
different. And maybe she just might get her sixteen year itch scratched.
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Dumped, on Valentine's Day no less, Samantha doesn't see how this day can get any
better. Until she runs into Evan
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more to him than a pocket protector.
Down With Cupid, Down With Cupid Shorts
A weekend of forbidden pleasure for Nicole Harrison ended the moment she tip-toed
out the hotel. But two months later, Sebastian’s charming smiles and wicked kisses still
haunts her. They didn’t share details—no last names or what they did for a living. For just a
few days, and only at night, she'd abandoned her driven lifestyle as a publicist and took what
she wanted, experiencing freedom and the wild abandon of their reckless agreement.
Unfortunately, one detail was tantamount—Sebastian Clark is a publicist and now he’s
gunning for her job.
Sebastian is far from some simpering, mooning idiot, and, yet, he can’t stop dreaming
about Nicole’s silky thighs and ripe lips, how she'd shuddered under his touch. He doesn’t
need a woman who is more of a shark than he when it comes to PR, except he’s seen every,
single soft inch of her. Now they’ll have to work side by side and somehow ignore what feels
like unfinished business.
Will the weekend they spent together turn out to be more than they could have ever
imagined, or will past hurts and career ambitions stand in their way? Only Cupid knows...
See Megan Run, See Her Fall Series
All Megan Hazely has to do is stay home for thirty days and attend her mother’s
wedding to get the deed to her father’s home. Except there’s Aiden Blake, Megan’s ex-
boyfriend. The boy she loved has become a man. Time hasn’t lessened the spark between
them, a spark that should have died the day she hitchhiked out of her small town. A rock and
a hard place has nothing on Megan.
See Lynne Chased, See Her Fall Series
Nathan Craine eats small businesses for breakfast. There's one store he is dying to buy,
but this time it is for very personal reasons. He's certain the owner will hand over the store;
it's only the matter of naming a price. To his surprise, Lynne Kelley refuses to sell, now or
ever... In this battle, someone has to lose. And the cost of winning might be far more than
either is willing to pay.
Sebastian and Nicole aren't done just yet...
Down With Cupid Excerpt
Chapter One
Nicole Harrison's heels clacked over the granite floor of the office building in a rapid
