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the grief talking.
    He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit softly. “Say my name.”
    She swallowed a groan. Her resolve slipped another notch, and the word left her mouth on a bare whisper. “Baz.”
    “Wrong one.” He rocked his hips into hers, his erection sliding against the softness of her stomach. “Say my name, Tina.”
    The sound of her pet name on his lips sent a shudder sweeping the length of her spine. She gasped. Her traitorous hands sought out the warmth of his body, sliding up his delicious chest and over the pecs she’d admired only a few minutes ago. His skin was far better than she’d expected. Hotter, sleeker. He had the right amount of chest hair, a light dusting, and the hairs were course yet downy beneath her fingers. The last of her resolve to push him away went up in a puff of good intentions.
    His name rolled off her tongue on a defeated sigh. “Sebastian.”
    His lips trailed the side of her neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling. His hands wandered down her sides to her ass, and he gave her cheeks an appreciative squeeze. “God, you have the finest ass I’ve ever seen. Say my name again, sweetheart.”
    “Sebastian.” This time she couldn’t help herself. His name flew off the tip of her tongue on a quiet whimper. He was gaining ground, and she couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him. Truth was, she had no desire to. His mouth on her skin was a fantasy come to life, his hands like heaven. He had complete control over her, and he knew it. Damn him.
    He groaned in her ear, a sound of torment and needs denied that had the same firing through her body. His warm palm curved around her left breast, his thumb stroking the elongated, painfully tight nipple. “I love the sound of my name on your lips. God, I ache to hear you moan it when I slide into you.”
    Oh, for sure he tormented her on purpose, teased her until she melted to his whim. Sebastian liked to toy, to play games, but her body melted regardless. She sagged back against the counter behind her, two desperate little seconds from begging him to do everything he’d said and then some. “Sebastian, please.”
    This time, his mouth paused on her neck. Seconds ticked out, and her body sat poised, waiting for him to make the next move. She couldn’t be certain anymore if she wanted him to stop or continue, but her panties were drenched and her clit throbbed.
    Finally, he pinched her left nipple, a delicious combination of pleasure and pain, and pulled back. His eyes blazed at her, the wild look in the depths one part challenge, one part hunger, and one part something she couldn’t quite reach. The hunger left her caught for a moment and stole the breath from her lungs. Sebastian had never looked at her that way before.
    Before she could form a more coherent thought, he kissed her again, hard, then released her and shoved her away from him.
    “You should go. Because if you don’t leave right now, I’m going to pick you up and carry you back to my bed, and I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.” He spat the words at her like a threat, pivoted, and stalked away from her.
    Christina stumbled back a step. For a moment, she could only blink and watch his progress. Confusion waged a war in her head. In that moment, she knew two things. He could have had her if he’d wanted her. For a long time, she’d yearned for a single night with him. Just one. A fantasy realized. She’d have gladly given in to his whim, for the pleasure she’d have at his hands, and damn the consequences.
    Bigger than that, though, he wasn’t himself.
    He stopped at the front windows and stood, unmoving, staring out over the city. His shoulders remained stiff, his back straight as a steel rod. Tension radiated off him. As her breathing calmed, a memory floated through her mind. He’d done this before, deliberately pushed her buttons. When Sebastian didn’t want to face something, he could evade like nobody’s business.
    Once when they were kids,