Unexpected Lovers Box Set by J.B. Heller

My skin flusheshot with arousal. The direction of this conversation has definitely turned, and I really like it.

SEBASTIAN: Fuck.

SEBASTIAN: Double fuck.

SEBASTIAN: Do you have any idea how sexy you are?

My lips curve in a smile. His response makes me feel sexy. Who would have thought a simple interview would end up here?

EMORY: You think so, huh? Why don’t you show me how sexy you think I am…

I hold my breath, then a photo appears. Sebastian’s navy-blue boxers are tented with a freaking massive erection, and his fist circles it. Wow. I clench my thighs, the sight making me pulse with need.

EMORY: You really do like my socks. I’ll be sure to store that tidbit of information away, along with this picture.

SEBASTIAN: It’s not just the socks that are making things hard for me…

EMORY: Do tell.

SEBASTIAN: Everything about you speaks directly to my dick, Emory. If you were here… fuck, if you were here, I’d show you just how much I like everything about you.

EMORY: But I’m not. So, show me this way instead. Or tell me. Or both…

Goodness, I’m being ballsy tonight. But I can’t help it. My body is thrumming with need. The tension between us has been slowly building almost since we met, and I don’t care anymore—I want him.

My cell rings, and I jump. I swipe my finger over the screen, accepting the video call.

“Hey,” I breathe as Sebastian’s handsome face fills the screen.

His lusty gaze rakes over my face, then his gravelly voice fills my ears. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

I swallow and blush from head to toe. “I’ve never… umm, done this before.”

“Me either,” he says, then he runs his tongue over his bottom lip followed by his teeth. “But I’m so fucking hard for you, Miss Moss, and you did suggest show and tell.”

He smirks, and my breath catches in my throat. Biting the corner of my lip, I nod. “That I did,” I mumble as the pulse between my thighs intensifies. “So, how do we do this?”

Sebastian’s grin is absolutely sinful. “Prop your cell on a pillow beside you or on your nightstand. Make sure I can see all of you, though,” he instructs.

I go for my bedside table, placing my cell at the base of the lamp so it doesn’t fall. “How’s that?”

“Perfect,” he says as he positions his own phone somewhere in his room so I have a clear view of him too. “You are so fucking pretty, Emory,” he breathes, his hand skating down his bare chest to the band of his boxers.

Holy mother of all that’s hot and sexy in this world… he has abs. Thank you, Jesus!

My mouth waters as I devour the sight in front of me. Sebastian tips his head back and moans softly as his palm brushes over his seriously erect dick, then his eyes flash open, landing on me.

“What would you be doing if you were here with me right now?” he asks, the fire in his gaze heating my skin.

“I, ah,” I murmur then swallow. I may never have done anything like this before, but I’ve read enough books to give me a fair idea of how to play this. “I’d be getting rid of those boxers so I could see what I’m working with.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, yanking his boxers off in one swift movement and kicking them to the side. “Then what?” he growls, keeping his hands fisted at his sides.

Christ, he’s hot, lying there in nothing but his black-framed glasses, waiting for me to direct him. My eyes home in on his long, thick cock, and I clench my thighs again. “I’d settle myself between your spread legs and run my tongue around the tip of your dick, then I’d suck it into my mouth to taste you.”

“Fuuuck,” he groans, fisting his dick then dragging his palm up and down his shaft.

Emboldened by his reaction, I keep going. “I’d suck you to the back of my throat, over and over while rolling your balls in my palm, tugging on them every now and again.”

His hips jack up into his fist, and his free hand drops to his balls. All the while his eyes stay locked on me. “Touch yourself, Miss Moss. Show me that pretty pussy.”

A shiver races down my spine at the command in his tone, and I do as I’m told. After kicking off my simple black boyleg briefs, I glide one finger through my folds and moan at the much-needed contact.

Closing my eyes for the briefest of moments, I allow myself to imagine it’s Sebastian’s hand between my legs, and I rock my hips into my own touch.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Sebastian groans, and my eyes flick open to watch him stroking his length harder, faster than before. “I want to see you come. Dip a finger inside that perfect pussy for me. Pretend it’s mine sliding inside your tight, wet hole.”

I whimper and do what he says, dipping a finger inside myself while keeping my gaze trained on his hand working his own sex.

“Now two,” he demands, and when I obey, a feral growl ripples through the speaker, making my body clench. “Think of my fingers inside you and my tongue sliding over your clit,” he says, his tone deliciously deep.

As I flick my thumb over my clit, my back arches off the bed, and the pull of an intense orgasm builds low in my belly. My thighs tense, my pussy clenches, and shivers wrack my body as Sebastian chants, “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck…” and I explode.

When my eyes flutter open, Sebastian is working his cock furiously. His fist flies up and down his thick shaft while the other hand tugs on his balls. He throws his head back and groans as spurts of come coat his lower belly and hand.

I swallow hard, my body still pulsing from my own release.

Then, he rolls his head to the side and stares at me, a devastating smile on his handsome face. “That was...”—he pauses to swallow—“fucking phenomenal.”

Sighing, I nod then grin. “Yes, yes it was.”

* * *

Wakingup alone after the epic O from last night feels… weird.

Lying in bed, I roll onto my side and stare at the phone on my bedside table, the events of last night running through my head. It was hot as hell. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I’m wondering why the hell not because damn.

One thought keeps bothering me, though: Does this make Sebastian and me friends with benefits now or something else entirely? I have no idea.

We’ve forged a friendship, but every now and then, the conversation veers into sexy-time territory. Not that I’m complaining about that; I like it when it happens. I’m just not sure if it means something or nothing at all.

Sebastian is hot AF with his messy dark hair, thick black-framed glasses, and, dear god, those abs and the magic V that makes women lose their ever-loving minds. Add to that the fact that he’s an author, and he may as well be custom-made for me. And he gets me—at least, I feel like he does.

Rolling to my back, I heave a sigh, throwing an arm over my eyes. I need coffee to process thoughts this heavy. After dragging my ass out of bed, I shuffle out to the kitchen, passing Kins and Atticus snuggled up on the couch together as I go.

“Morning,” I mumble.

“Hey,” Kinsley says, lifting her head from the crook of Atticus’s neck. He’s shirtless, and hot damn, the man is a fine specimen.

I smirk at them as I go about making a cup of joe. “You two have a good night?”

Kins glances at me over her shoulder, a crimson blush covering her cheeks. She bites her bottom lip and nods at me right as Atticus says, “Sure did. How about you?”

The photo Sebastian sent me pops into my head. “It was great.”

“Great?” Kins questions. “Did I miss something? You were locked away in your room most of it.”

“I know, but there are these things called cell phones,” I say then wink.

Her eyes widen, and Atticus chuckles.

“Oh, the author?” she asks, curiosity shining in her gaze.

Nodding, I pick up my coffee and take a sip then head over to sit in the armchair beside the couch.

“You are never this chipper in the mornings,” Kins says, grinning widely as she snuggles back into Atticus’s side. His arm is curled around her shoulders, a mug clutched in his free hand, and he’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I glance down to sip my coffee and—

Shitballs...

I didn’t put any pants on over my undies… I yank the throw from the arm of the couch and tug it over my bare legs. But Atticus only has eyes for Kins; he doesn’t even notice my move to cover my half-naked ass. And that just makes me all kinds of happy for my friend.

He’s good for her. I’ve never seen Kinsley so comfortable in her own skin. It warms my heart and reinforces my belief in the power of love.

I sigh happily as I relax back into the armchair then sip my coffee. Whatever this thing with Sebastian and me is, for now, I’m content to just let it play out. What will be will be.

Before we hungup last night, I convinced Emory to meet me at The Brew Guru for brunch, seeing as she’s opposed to leaving the house before ten a.m.

I’m sitting at my usual table, watching the door for her arrival, when Mel steps into my line of sight. I lift my gaze to her face, taking note for the first time of just how much make-up she wears. It’s not something I even thought about prior to Emory.

Mel places a steaming mug on my table and smiles at me.

I frown. First at the coffee, then at her. “I haven’t ordered yet,” I say.

She shrugs her shoulders then places her hand on my forearm resting on the table. “I know what you like, Sebastian.”

Glancing at my arm where she’s touching me, I furrow my brows even further than they already were. This is ridiculous. I wrap my fingers around her wrist and remove her hand. “Listen, Mel—”

“Is there a reason you’re touching my boyfriend?” Emory’s stern voice comes from behind Mel, making her startle back a step.

Emory walks around a gaping Mel to my side then drops a kiss on my cheek, causing a massive smile to spread across my face. “As I was saying, Mel, thank you for the coffee, but I’m seeing someone.”

Mel’s jaw ticks as she eyes Emory in her black yoga pants and tee proclaiming her to be in a complicated relationship with a fictional character. “This,” Mel says, pointing at Emory, “is your girlfriend?”

The way she says those words and the condescending look in her eyes pisses me the hell off.

But Emory speaks before I can. “Pretty sure that’s what the insanely awesome orgasm he gave me last night means,” she says with a bright smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d love a vanilla latte. Mmkay, thanks!”

Mel storms off, and I’m left speechless.

My gaze is still glued to Emory as she takes the seat across from me then props her elbow on the table and rests her chin in her palm. “And here I was worried this morning would be awkward,” she finally says.

“Umm,” is all I can muster.

Her eyes sparkle, and a grin tugs at her lips. “My jealous-girlfriend acting skills are on point, right?”

I blink dumbly then nod. “Yep. Had me fooled.”

She shrugs. “I’ve been watching a lot of Days of Our Lives. I think it really helps me channel my inner soapy star.”

“Oh yeah, you really nailed it,” I praise.

She chuckles. “Thank you, thank you, you’re far too kind.”

And just like that, any weirdness there might have been between us, after our phone sexcapade last night, is gone.