I adjust the monitor in my grip, holding it close to my body as I descend the staircase, Andy walking in front of me with her other items.

Setting the motion down, I let Andy decide how she wants her workstation to look before walking for the stairs again, bypassing Liam as I do.

"We could so put a bed in the corner." I hear him say and I start walking up the stairs, stopping halfway when my ascent is blocked by a body.

Looking up into John's face, I look him up and down before speaking. "You're in my way."

"Oh, am I?" He looks down at me from the step above. "I didn't notice."

"Are you not going to move?"

I can almost see the thoughts forming in his mind, a mischievous glint entering dark depths and he lifts a taunting brow before stepping back one step, and I follow. He wait until I've settled on the step below him before he move back again, lifting a brow as if to dare me to follow.

And I do.

With each step he takes back, I take one up until he settles on the last one. If he wasn't a step higher than me, we would be chest to chest, too close to touching.

"What is this dance your doing?"

"I'm just walking, you're the one following."

I narrow my eyes at his cheeky answer before lifting a hand and shoving at his shoulder.

He stumbles over the last step and through the doorway, catching himself before he sprawls backwards and I match his grin, moving up that last step before settling in front of him.

He shakes his head, a smile in his words, "That was a bit harsh, don't you think, Angel?"

He takes a step forward, reaching past me and I hear the basement door slip shut and the whole time, all I do is watch him.

His eyes never leave mine as he crowds me back against the door, my back hitting the wood with a thump.

Lifting a hand, he pushes a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"Now where were we last time we were in the basement?"

A laugh exits my lips and I relax against the door.

"I don't remember." I whisper, my eyes tracing his features to land on his lips.

His face comes impossibly closer, his nose almost touching mine.

"I think I do."

I lift a brow, "Oh, you're going to have to remind me."

"Well-"

"I'm a visual learner," I interrupts, tilting my chin up more to meet his face.

His eyes darken and he leans forward.

Footsteps echo up the stairs and I groan, my shoulders dropping as I hear our intruder walks closer.

John chuckles, "I'll be in the shower if you need me."

He steps back, turning for the staircase and walking up it.

I step away from the door just before it opens and Andy walks through.

She takes one look at my face before looking to where John walks, her eyes wide.

"Am I interrupting something?"

I don't answer, unsure of what the answer even is.

"Do I have to leave?" She whines slightly, her face serious. "I just set up."

I look to get, my eyes slightly pleading.

She gifs, "Fine. Let me grab something."

"Oh, are we going on another road trip?" I hear Liam say from where he stands at the bottom of the stairs, watching us.

"No."

I clear my throat and she groans. "Fine."

"Oh, I know you couldn't resist me." Liam says cheekily when she turns around.

"Shut up." Andy snaps, shutting the door to the basement and I vaguely hear their conversation continuing.

The shower turns on from above, the whine of the pipes sounding before a hear the water start.

I turn for the staircase, my heart beating harshly in my chest as I ascend the stairs, my eyes on the door to the bathroom.

I hear Andy and Liam leave, hissing a conversation between themselves.

Crossing the room on silent feet, I lift a hand for the door knob, before dropping it. Second guessing myself.

Closing my eyes for a fraction of a second, I swear and then reach for the doorknob again.

The doorknob is warm beneath my fingers as I twist it and walk in.

I stop in my tracks, the breath in my lungs catching as I swallow it back. John's eyes find mine in the mirror, his eyebrows lifted in surprised amusement.

My gaze travels down his back, tracing the contours of muscles ridged along his shoulder blades and back, leading lower.

He turns and I get an eye full of the very naked man in front of me.

"If you're going to look Angel, shut the door."

I breathe out roughly, my hands slowly starting to shut the door behind me distractedly.

John's lip's quirk and he stalks towards me slowly, skin still slick with water, the scent of soap wafting from him.

He stops in front of me, hands reaching up, fingers tracing my jaw slightly before his hand moves over my shoulder.

The door shuts behind me, the click of it humming in my ears.

The muscles bunch as he lifts his other arm, moving it to cage me on the other side, his head bends down to stare at me, his dark eyes swirling with desire and something else I can't figure out.

I trace his features, for the first time noticing the scar on his top lip and the freckle above his left brow.

He lifts said brow, his naked body almost touching my clothes in the small distance between us.

I breathe in roughly, my chest skimming his and his head moves back.

"Are you going to move, Angel?" He murmurs lowly, something skimming my back before he pulls a towel from the hook behind me and wraps it low around his hips. He lifts a taunting brow and flicks his chin to the closed door behind me. "Or are you going to eye fuck me some more?"

I narrow my gaze on his, glancing down his water slicked chest to the package hidden beneath the soft towel before looking back at him with a smirk of my own.

"I've seen better."

"Maybe." He hums, bringing his face to mine, lips almost touching. "But have you had better?"

"I'd have to sample the merchandise before answering that." I mutter back, tilting my head back so it hits the door behind me, flattening my back against the wood so he can't open it.

His brow quirks, "I've offered, Angel."

I lift a hand, placing it on his chest.

"I'm offering now." I reply lowly, looking at him through my lashes.

"You're seduction techniques won't work on me, Angel." He grins, yet he still moves closer.

"Won't they?" I look down his body, and back to his eyes, lifting a brow. "You're dick says differently."

He smiles and it's blinding, his fingers lifting to grab my chin in his fingers, pulling my mouth up to his.

"It has a mind of its own, I can't help if it wants to fuck you against the door."

A knock erupts at the door, "Anyone in here! I need to piss." Liam shouts through the door, incessant pounding.

"Fuck off!" John spits, his hand tightening at my throat just slightly.

"Sorry brother, but I really need to pee."

"Pee outside." John grumbles. His jaw clenching as he faces the door, giving me a perfect view of his side profile.

There's a gasp, "I'm not an animal."

"Then hold it."

John turns back to me, his dark gaze piercing. "I hope you don't mind an audience?"

I smirk back, finally saying something. "It's never bothered me before."

"Good."

He silences any words I'd be stupid enough to utter by sealing my lips with his, his chest flush to mine as he crowds me against the door.

My hands land on his shoulders, squeezing before he removes them, encircling both my wrists in one of his hands and trapping it behind my back.

He pulls them tightly and I gasp into his mouth, his tongue diving in as my chest rises to meet his, back bowing.

He owns me with his kisses, savouring the taste of me on his mouth as he kisses harder, teeth nipping at my lip.

A small moan releases from my lips, heat licking at my skin, "John,"

He grunts something unintelligible, his lips moving from mine to seal to my neck, sucking, biting.

His hand not trapping mine moves along my waist, feeling the stories on my skin as his fingers slip under my shirt, clasping tightly to my breast over my bra.

My head falls back when he squeezes tightly, kneading through the thick material. "Oh."

"Angel." He grunts, his eyes finding mine before he moves back to kissing me.

His hands are almost frantic as he lets go of my wrists and uses that hand to pull the neck of my shirt down, pulling the cup of my bra with it, his fingers tweaking my nipple, before soothing it with the rough pad of his thumb.

He moves quickly, hands on my waist, lifting.

"Jump, Angel."

I circle my hands around his neck as he lifts me, lips latching to my nipple, biting harshly at the sensitive bud before calming it with a suck.

My legs wrap around his waist, the towel around his hips falling away, leaving nothing between his body and my gaze.

I glance down, feeling his hard cock against my covered core, throbbing and hot.

He watches me watch him, his face full of manly pride.

"Oh shut up, you know you look good."

"I fuck good too." He moves his face forward, leaving a small kiss on my chin before the corner of my lip, moving to my ear, sucking.

A sigh releases from my lips as he pulls me from the door, walking me to the counter in front of the mirror, the glass fogged up from the heat in the room yet I can still see our blurry reflections.

He places me on my feet, stripping me of my top, his gaze tracing my chest, arms brushing up the sides of my waist as he memorises me.

"Take them off." He nods to my bottoms and I slip the pants off, leaving me with nothing on.

He groans roughly, the heat in his gaze scorching.

His eyes snap back to mine and he grins before spinning me around, my breath catches when I see his blurry figure behind me, feeling his heated breath on my neck before the palm of his hand lands on my spine, pushing until I'm bent over the counter, ass on full display.

His hand drags down my spine, swiping over my ass before the heat of his palm leaves.

The smack on my ass cheek causes a gasp to release from my lips, the sting of pain pleasurable as he hits it again, smoothing his hand over the sting and moves his fingers to my hip, squeezing.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you walking away from me after I'd taken a bullet."

My gaze locks onto his shoulder in the mirror, seeing his silhouette move firmly behind me.

His other hand moves to the drawer beside my ass, pulling it open and retrieving a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth as his fingers flex on my hip.

He throws the foil to the bench, and I watch it flutter to land beside my head.

His blurred muscles flex in the reflection as he rolls the condom on one handed, fingers moving from my hip to curl around to my front, finding and circling my clit softly, dipping just the tips of his fingers into my core, my head drops forward, a drawn out moan exiting my lips when he inserts a finger.

"John." I moan.

"No, Angel." He murmurs as he inserts a second finger.

I shake my head, my focus wavering as he slowly pumps them in and out of me, the feel of his cock hitting against my ass causing wetness to slick his fingers, he removes them, his eyes on mine, devious in the mirror.

"I need you." I groan, looking at him through the mirror. "Please John." I beg.

His fingers move from my core, wrapping tightly around my neck as he stands me up straight, my back almost flush to his chest.

He bring his other hand forward, swiping at the condensation on the mirror until I can see his face clearly.

"Sebastian." He growls, hand tightening before his lips move to my ear and he whispers lowly, hands disappearing behind my back. "I want to hear you screaming my name when I fuck you."

My eyes widen when I feel the head of his dick push inside, stretching me.

He pulls back out, "Say it."

He teases the head of his cock at my entrance, slipping it though my juices to my clit before inserting it slowly in again.

"Sebastian." I moan, my eyes locked on his.

He grins and it's the dirtiest sight I've ever seen.

"Good girl." He says roughly, slamming in.

My hands clutch at anything as he withdraws and slams back in, taking up a brutal pace as his fingers curl around to my front, tweaking and circling my clit.

My head falls forward, red strands crossing my vision before they disappear and my head jerks back with a pull, red strands wrapped in Sebastian's fist.

"Watch." He growls, his other hands flat on my spine as he pounds into me, my hip bones slamming into the bathroom counter with every thrust.

I do, watching the wrinkle form between his brows as his hand travels my spine in soothing strokes. Watch my eyes lose their edge, pools of chocolate staring back at me. I glance back to Seb, his jaw ticking as his fingers move back to my clit, rubbing and slipping through my folds.

My core tightens, my head wanting to fall forward with ecstasy if it wasn't for the hand wrapped in my hair.

My toes curl where they rest against the floor, legs shaking as the orgasm rips through me, flowing from my pores. My hands shake but I keep watching the mirror even as it fogs around the edges of our reflection, Sebs muscles bunching on his chest, contracting under my gaze as he thrusts forward.

My breath comes fast, hot in my chest, sweat dripping between my breasts.

Sebs eyes meet mine in the mirror and he gives a small grin, stepping back in one swift move, his dick pulling from me and twists me around, my ass slamming against the counter before he's back, slipping inside once more, hands flat on my spine as he pounds faster, his lips crashing down to mine with ferocity.

"Say my name, Angel." He growls, biting my lips so hard I taste iron in my mouth.

"Bastion." I moan against him, slipping my tongue between his lips and curling it around his.

He groans, sucking harshly, his hips drive forward faster. My fingernails indenting in his shoulders as the intensity inside me builds, my body on the edge of a precipice before falling into tingling ecstasy. Sebastian doesn't stop, his lips sealed to mine, movements frantic as he finds his own release, riding me through mine as my orgasm builds high once more and the sharp, sudden burst of pleasure rips through me, legs shaking on the counter, head crashing back into the mirror behind me as my chest rises with rushed inhales and exhales.

Seb groans low and long, his fingers indented into my hips, clutching at my ass, bruises already forming on my pleasure sensitive skin.

I blink up at him, feeling the lazy aftermath of my orgasm ebb away.

Sebastian pulls back, lifting a hand to brush the sweat coated strands from my forehead before he lifts me from the counter, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

"What are you doing?" I mutter, watching him through slotted eyes as he walks for the door.

He looks back at me, eyes smiling. "What? Did you think I was done with you?" His hands tighten on my flesh where they rest, "I'm just getting started."