VIVIAN

My lips parted, my chest heaved, but nothing came out except a desperate whimper.

Sebastian leaned back against the couch, dragging me with him so I landed sprawled across his lap. His hands gripped my hips firmly.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured. His thumb sliding slow circles just beneath the hem of my shirt.

My cheeks burned. I tried to twist away, but his grip only tightened, dragging me closer against the hard ridge straining beneath his jeans. The friction made me gasp, my ...