Andin hung up the phone, then pulled her Disney T-shirt over her head, and take off her pajama pants, keeping her panties on. Right now, wanting to get into trouble with Sebastian won out over the regret she would feel in a few hours. She hurriedly brushed her teeth and hair and grabbed her slick black raincoat from her closet. She shoved her feet into a pair of silver, comfortable pumps and dropped her keys into her coat pocket on the way out the door.

The second her eyes landed on him, she sucked out of breath. There he stood next to his black Jaguar parked heading the wrong way next to the curb. Darkness surrounded him, and a cool breeze from the wind blew, tossing several strands of her hair in front of her face.

"Miss Williams."

"Sir."

He opened the passenger door. "Nice coat."

She stepped in front of him and looked through the darkness into his face. The same breeze that tossed her hair about her head brought the scent of his skin to her nose and she breathed him in. She placed her hands on his chest and raised her face to his. Beneath the cotton of his dress shirt, his muscles bunched and turned hard.

Sebastian lowered his mouth and kissed her. His lips pressed into hers and something hot and intense flooded her senses and her fingers curled into the fabric warmed by his flesh. His tongue touched hers as his hand slid between the lapels of her raincoat. His warm hand cupped her breast and he fanned his thumb over her nipple.

Just when she gave serious thought to grabbing his wrist and leading him upstairs, he lifted his head and pulled his hand from her black coat. "Get in," he ordered, his voice a bit gravelly from exhaustion or lust or both.

He opened the door and she sat in the passenger seat and looked up at him. "What sort of twisted positions do you have planned for me? Should I be worried?" she asked.

"Working our way from one end of my mattress to the other."

She pulled her feet inside and remembered his huge king-sized bed. "That could take a while."

"Exactly."

On the way to his house, they had stopped at a pharmacy and he had run in and bought condoms. Magnums. Everything felt surreal.

"You make me nervous," said Andin when they arrived at his house. They were walking towards his front door.

He moved close behind her. "Why?"

Several reasons came to mind. Starting with, "Were those magnums necessary?"

"I like 'em snug." He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back against his chest, nestling her behind against his erection as he unlocked the door and let her in. They walked to the second floor towards his bedroom. "Don't be nervous. Remember that we do not have to do it unless we both want it. We could just cuddle or get into the jacuzzi. It might help with our sore muscles."

At last, they were both in his bedroom. It was exactly like how it had looked like when she had come here a few weeks ago during his birthday party. Somehow it felt like that time had been a premonition of what was coming which was this.

Andin turned around and realized that he was right behind her. Her hand reached out and slid its way from his hard chest to his shoulder all the way to the back of his neck. "I want this too."

His mouth came down and opened against hers. Against her stomach, he was hard as a club. He fed her hot kisses as he rocked his hips and slowly thrust against her. She did not think she had ever wanted anything in her life like she wanted this. This warm, inviting flush tightened her chest and flooded the apex of her thighs with aching need. He softly squeezed and kneaded her breasts. She opened her mouth and devoured his kiss. She had not thought about this but this wild, forbidden moment felt right. Like something she needed and wanted and desperately had to have.

She raised one hand behind his head and held his mouth to hers, and the heat of his kiss spread outward, across her shoulder, and down her chest. Her heart pounded and swelled, and she leaned back into the solid, warm comfort of his embrace. Breathing the scent of him into her lungs as his fingers worked the buttons closing the front of her coat until it lay open to her waist.

He raised his head. His heavy lids were lowered to half-mast, and even in the darkness, there was no mistaking the desire burning in his eyes. No mistaking the long, hard length of it pressed into her behind. He slipped his big hands inside the collar of her coat, his fingers slid across her shoulders, and he pushed it down.

She lowered her hand from the back of his head, and her dress slid down her sensitive skin and fell to her waist, and she stood in front of him wearing nothing but her thin panties and a pair of silver pumps. His fingers brushed across her stomach and she placed her hands on top of his and moved them back to her breasts.

Her knees buckled and he tightened his hold to keep her from falling to his feet. The heavy ache between her thighs became razor-sharp and his touch was the only thing that satisfied it. Pressing her breasts into his warm, hard chest and ran her hands over as much of his tight skin as she could. She wanted to devour him for as long as possible, and at the same time, her body throbbed and ached for immediate release. The hair on his chest brushed the tops of her breasts and his happy trail tickled her belly. She kissed him like he was her last meal, and her skin felt hot and tight. Sebastian lifted his head and stared down at her, his breathing rough and choppy. "I can not wait any longer."

"Yes," she managed through her labored breath. Lust, hot and liquid, rushed through her veins, burning away everything but the need for him. "Neither can I."

He stepped out of his shoes and reached for the pack of Magnums as she unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his muscular thighs. His boxer briefs went next. He unrolled the condom down to the base of his penis. "Slide those panties down." He looked up to meet her eyes. "Unless you want them ripped off."

Andin pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them aside. Then he reached for her and ran his hands down her bottom to the backs of her thighs. He lifted and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her and placed her carefully down on his bed. She ran her hands through his hair and kissed his mouth as he slowly got inside of her. A stitch of pain brought her head up as he entered her. She sucked in her breath and held it, the big head of his penis slid up into her, stretching her tight flesh.

"Sebastian."

"It is okay. I will make it good for you. Trust me, Andin"

"I do."

Then he was buried to the hilt and he was true to his word, he made it good for her. Her bare stomach stuck to his as he ground his pelvis into hers. He pulled out, then plunged deep inside, touching her cervix and all the hot, tingling places inside. In and out he thrust, and her breathing grew choppy, her skin tight as he pushed her faster and harder toward release. Sebastian gave one long groan as if he had pushed a boulder up a hill and heaved it over the other side.

When it was over, he kissed the crook of her neck and she said, "Thank you. That was wonderful."

He lifted his head and looked into her face. "This is not over," he said.

She smiled. "No?"

"I am sure we either will probably regret this in the morning or you want us to pretend that nothing happened as soon as we get back to the office." He pulled himself out of her then rolled over and brought her with him, his hand was embracing her closely next to him. "We have a box of condoms and about six hours of really inappropriate sex to get busy on before sun up." He pushed a strand of hair from the corner of her mouth. "If we are going to regret it, let's do something to really be ashamed about."

Several hours later, Andin tiptoed her way back to his bedroom, wearing nothing but his T-shirt and her panties. Her hair fell down her back and she looked stunning and beautiful, especially for a woman who had already made love three times that night. The last one was in his spa tub while little bubbles of airbrushed their skin in interesting places.

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Sebastian was drinking a glass of whiskey and staring out the window. Something about him looked forlorn and made her want to hug him. So she did. She hugged him from behind. "Hey," he greeted her and kissed her forehead. "How are you?"

"I am good." Andin was quiet for a moment, her head was going back and forth about something she wanted to try.

He seemed to notice her silence as he tilted his head and stared at her. "What's wrong?"

"I, um, I want to try something," she asked nervously. Crimson red spread over her cheekbones. "But I do not know if I should go for it."

"Tell me."

She kissed her way across his shoulder and down his chest. "Well, you have done this to me and it felt good. So I am curious." She knelt in front of him and slipped her hand up and down his shaft. "If it does not feel good, tell me, and I will stop," she said as she looked up at him through her beautiful dark eyes.

Good lord. She pressed her soft lips to the head of his cock and he about went off. "Yeah, I will be sure and do that."

After this, he should be good for a while. Even if she would ask him to forget about it once Monday morning came, it should be okay. She would be out of his system, he thought as she took him into her hot, wet mouth. He ran his finger through her hair as she moved. Yeah, getting off four times in one night should last him for some time. Then she moaned, a sweet little sound that vibrated her throat, and he gave up thinking at all. 

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When the morning came, it came with a reality check. Feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, Andin woke up with a sigh and looked at her surrounding. Clearly, she was not in her room, her bedroom did not have a balcony or a tall, ceiling-to-floor, window. And one hand two inches below her left breast reminded her of what had occurred last night. Her eyes shifted to the clock on the nightstand. It was eight in the morning. Carefully she slid her body out of his embrace, making sure she did not accidentally wake him up, then started to get dressed.

Since obviously, she had come with only a coat, panties, and silver pumps, she took the liberty to grab one T-shirt out of his drawer before she tip-toed herself all the way across his bedroom towards the door. She gave him one last look over her shoulder, watching him still deep in his sleep with one arm on top of the silky bed cover, before taking off.

It was hard to find a cab around so she walked on her feet to the main road. When she finally caught one, she quickly gave her address to the driver and soon she was already on her way home. Thankfully she had taken two ten dollars from Sebastian's wallet and tucked them into her pocket before she left.

Once she paid for the taxi, she got out of the cab and walked into her building. Glancing down the hallway, she was glad that the doors were all still closed and Damon was not at his door so she quickly went for her door and unlocked it.

However right before she closed her door, she heard his voice, "You do not have to sneak in, you know. I am your friend. Not your mother."

"I know and I am not sneaking or anything," replied Andin as she leaned against her door.

"Whatever you say, Andin Darling."

She let out a sigh as she walked her way to the bathroom. A long bubbly, relaxing bath was all she craved right now, more than anything else. She slipped into the scented bath. As she leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, warmth enveloped her, and she closed her eyes. A small smile crept into her lips as the events of last night raced through her mind. Four times. They had had sex four times. It had been as if they could not get enough of each other. It had been like a dream.

The smile slowly disappeared. Monday morning had come. They would be back at the office and she had to pretend that nothing had happened. What else could she possibly do? It was clear that he would never love her and he had said it last night about forgetting what happened. It would not be easy but it would be for the best. They had had enough. Four had to be enough. Now they could simply move on.

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Sebastian awoke by the buzz of his phone. His left hand moved across the mattress and when he could not feel her naked skin, his eyes flung open and he sat upright on his king-size bed. She was nowhere to be found. "Andin?" He called her, half hoping that she was in the bathroom or perhaps cooking breakfast downstairs. Still, there was no reply. No sound except for his phone buzzing. In annoyance, he grabbed his phone and answered the call. "Yes?"

"Heya, Uncle J!" greeted Autumn Summers, Thornton's daughter. "Did I wake you up?"

"It is fine." He let out a sigh and rubbed his face with his free hand. "What is it, Autumn? Do you need anything?"

"Um, well. Me and Tyler took my dad's Bentley and we sorta, um, got into an accident," explained her nervously then she quickly added, "A minor accident!"

"Okay. So what do you want me to do? Let me guess, you want me to help get it fixed before Tony finds out?" Sebastian stretched his body then swung his legs over the side of the bed, planted his feet on the marble floor, and got up.

"You read my mind, Uncle J."

Sebastian let out a chuckle. Even though he did not necessarily like children, he got along with his nephews and nieces. Perhaps because for them, he was the 'Fun Uncle J', someone they could rely on. "Okay. I will ask my driver to get it. Could you text me the address or share the location?"

"I am gonna send it to you right now. Thank you so much, Uncle J! You are the best!"

"Anytime, kiddo." He ended the call and tossed his phone on the bed. A thought slipped through his mind and he quickly took the phone and put it on the nightstand then he lifted the bed cover. There was nothing on the mattress. He shook the bed cover and nothing dropped. He dropped the bed cover on top of his bed and sighed. "This is silly."

He thought there would be something that she accidentally had left behind. Something he could then return to her this morning, or something he would keep as a token, a proof that last night was real. Yet there was nothing. He looked about his room, everything was normal. There was no trace of her and out of the blue, his heart felt empty. He felt something was missing but he was not sure what it was.

Shaking his head, he went to his bathroom. Twenty minutes later he was already on his way to his office. With a spring in his step, a smile hovering on his lips, and a lively sense of anticipation tingling through the rest of him, he opened the door to his secretary's office, fully expecting to find Andin on her desk with a smile on her face.

It was instantly deflating to see her fully focusing on her monitor and when she finally noticed his presence, her gaze lifted to meet his and a polite smile curved her lips. "Good morning, Sir." She stood and grabbed her iPad. "Shall we run today's agenda?"

He gave her a brief nod. "Yes. Though first thing first, ask Pedro to pick up Tony's Bentley and get it fixed at Rousseau's. Tell Richard Rousseau that I want it done by this afternoon." He turned around and walked back to his office. His hand went to his pocket and he pulled out his phone.

"Where should Pedro pick it up? Is it at Mr. Thornton's office?" she asked efficiently.

Sebastian shook his head, shaking away the idea of asking her out for lunch and at the same time giving her the answer to her question. "No. Tony could never know about this." He sat on his usual leather chair and leaned back. "It's for Autumn. I just sent you the address. Don't forget what I said. It should look as if nothing happened by this afternoon."

"Certainly, Sir. I have forwarded the location to Pedro along with your request."

His jaw tightened. "Excellent."

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