Holiday Hoax: A Fake Marriage Billionaire Romance (The Cartwright Family Book 1)
Holiday Hoax: Chapter 19

Sebastian doesn’t move when I first kiss him, making me think I shouldn’t have been so forward. So I begin to retreat, but his hand slides into my hair and his other arm circles around me.

His tongue plays with mine, gradually taking over our kiss, setting the pace. It’s different from our other kisses. It’s a slow burn, igniting in my toes and dancing up my legs, growing hotter and hotter until my core pulsates in anticipation.

He flips me onto my back, his mouth still latched to mine, caging his hard frame over me. I gasp as he pulls back an inch. His hitched breath merges with mine. He locks his blues on mine and swallows hard.

I reach for his head to tug him back to me, but he resists.

I ask, ‘What’s—’

‘I don’t want you to regret me, Sunshine,’ he declares, his intoxicating scent mixing with the garden’s flowers.

My butterflies flutter so fast, I shift my hips upward. It’s only a slight movement, but the friction of his hard shaft against me sends a shudder down my spine.

He clenches his jaw, breathing harder.

‘Sebastian…’ I mumble, not sure what I’m trying to say.

The blue flames in his eyes roar hotter, drilling into me. He deeply inhales and demands, ‘Tell me you won’t regret me.’

‘I won’t,’ I say with no hesitation.

He stays locked in place, as if questioning my answer.

I reiterate, ‘I won’t,’ and lean up and press my lips back on his.

It’s all it takes for his worries to dissolve. His warm palm slides up my shirt, then under my body. He unclasps my bra. Then his large hand moves over my breast. His fingers graze my nipple, teasing it until it can’t harden anymore and I’m whimpering into his mouth.

His face drops to my neck. Tingles dance along my skin, and he murmurs in my ear, ‘What do you taste like, Sunshine?’

Zings pummel me, and his hand moves to my jeans, releasing the button and zipper with ease. His long fingers slip under my panties and glide through my slit.

I moan, arching into him, squeezing my arms tighter around him.

He taunts me, flicking me, sliding into me, then removing his fingers and flicking some more until I’m a quivering mess. In an arrogant voice, he challenges, ‘Tell me to lick your pussy.’

I’ve never said that word. The first time I heard Sebastian say it, something sparked inside me. Now is no different. And since he mentioned it the first night we arrived at the ranch, I’ve imagined his tongue down there every night when he held me in bed. So I don’t hesitate, ordering, ‘Lick my pussy, Sebastian.’

His lips twitch. He shoves his tongue back in my mouth as if he owns it, and I grind my lower body against his erection.

He groans, then undresses me. I’m soon naked, underneath him, and throbbing. I reach for his belt, but he grabs my hands and pins them to a pillow. His eyes twinkle, and the faint hint of stars appear in the night sky.

He removes his shirt, and it’s like his cut torso’s glowing.

I lean up and kiss him, but he cuts it short. He slides his mouth down my body, leaving a trail of endorphins under his hot lips.

When he gets to my hips, he glances at me with his cocky expression.

I take a deep breath, not believing this is happening, unable to stop it if I tried.

But I’m not trying. I want Sebastian more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. There’s too much between us not to give in. And I have to have every part of him, no matter the consequences.

He pushes my thighs out and slithers his tongue over my pussy. I arch up and cry out. He takes his palm, pushes my chest down on the bed, and then slides it up. His fingers circle my neck, grasping me in a stranglehold, right to the point he’s not cutting off my air but any tighter he would be.

My insides quiver harder. He pins his blues on me and challenges me for a moment, until my body relaxes and fully submits.

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs, then buries his face between my thighs, whirling his tongue on my clit until I’m thrusting my hips faster and faster.

Incoherent sounds fly out of me. Adrenaline pools in my cells. Then it explodes like a shaken soda can when it opens.

The yellow stars in the sky turn white, then blurry, and his hand clasps my neck even tighter. I draw shorter breaths, and somehow, my high skyrockets to another level.

The music continues to play, but my cries drown it out. His digits slide inside me, moving deeper and deeper until there’s nowhere left to go.

He curls his fingers, creating new quivers within me, and my body turns into a volcano, erupting from everywhere.

The garden disappears. His scent permeates me, and he sucks me so hard, I get dizzier. Sweat coats my skin, and the cool night air does nothing to ease it.

He slides up my body, his warm torso making me hotter, his pants somehow lost among our other clothes. The scent of my orgasms mixes with him, and he mutters, ‘Taste yourself,’ before sliding his tongue into my mouth.

He releases his hand from my neck, re-pinning my wrists to the pillow. He takes his other hand and drags his knuckles from my thighs, over the curve of my waist, and up my arms until they meet his grasp.

Determination lights up his expression. He studies me, and with a slow thrust, he slides his cock over my clit.

‘Sebastian,’ I whimper, but he doesn’t let up, continuing to own every part of my body like it’s second nature to him.

‘Beautiful woman,’ he mumbles against my lips.

Tremors continue to roll within me. I curl my fingers between his, squeezing the back of his hand like a vise.

‘Ready, Sunshine?’ he questions, but my eyes are rolling toward the back of my head from his cock that isn’t showing my clit any mercy.

‘Oh…oh…’ I moan.

His small chuckle hits my ear, and he sucks on my lobe, then adjusts his hips, thrusting into me in one motion.

My eyelids fly open. I arch into him, and he puts his face in front of mine, studying me with his arrogant expression as he shimmies his body slowly in and out of mine.

I don’t know how much more adrenaline I can take. My senses are on overload. I’ve never felt anything so intense. And he’s filling me more and more. Every time he pushes back in, I think that’s it.

But it’s not. Somehow my body accepts every inch of his.

A bead of sweat drops down his cheek, and he pauses, his hips flush with my pelvis, his breath merging with mine.

My voice cracks when I say, ‘Sebastian.’

He strokes my cheek, saying, ‘Shhh, I’ve got you.’

My eyes water from the onslaught of never-ending zings. I blink hard, then refocus on him.

His palm holds the side of my head. He releases my wrists, and I cling to him, pressing my fingertips into his shoulder blades.

‘Hold on, Sunshine,’ he orders, then returns to thrusting, moving faster and even deeper than before.

‘Oh…oh…oh…’ I whimper, rocking my hips with his, destroyed by so many sensations, I close my eyes and just feel.

He buries his head into the curve of my neck, declaring in a low voice, ‘You’re mine, Georgia.’

‘Yes,’ I agree, wanting nothing more than to be his, not wondering if it means only tonight or tomorrow or however long.

The pressure in my body grows until he growls into my neck, ‘Christ.’

His frame convulses against mine in a violent wave of tremors.

And I cling to him. Through all the earth-shattering sensations of his body and mine, I hold on to him because I realize there’s nothing I want more than him.

Our climaxes disintegrate, and the garden comes back into view. I don’t move, nor does Sebastian. Our bodies remain joined, and the beating of our hearts slowly dwindles to a normal rate.

He slowly turns his face and kisses my chin, then cheek. His eyes meet mine as if he’s searching for something, but I don’t know what.

‘Hi,’ I say, suddenly feeling shy.

His lips twitch. ‘Hi.’

We stay frozen for a moment longer. Then he rolls off me.

My body instantly misses his. I feel empty where he was inside me. I attempt to get up, but he tugs me into his arms.

‘Where are you going?’

‘Nowhere,’ I say, unsure what I would have done if he hadn’t pulled me into him.

He kisses my head, takes several deep breaths, then points to the sky. ‘When I was a kid, I used to pretend I was in space and living inside the Big Dipper. Do you see it?’

I glance up. ‘Yes. Why did you want to live there?’

He absentmindedly says, ‘My teacher told me it wasn’t possible. I guess I always wanted what people told me I couldn’t have or do.’

My heart almost stops. I lift my chin and furrow my eyebrows.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asks.

Fear fills me. I swallow hard and question, ‘Is that why you wanted me? Because I told you that you couldn’t?’

His face falls. He shakes his head and runs his thumb across my lips. ‘No, Sunshine. I wanted you because I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re special.’

I take a deep breath.

He tilts his head and moves his thumb across my jaw. ‘You don’t believe me?’

‘I’d like to,’ I confess.

Hurt washes over his features. His eyes turn to slits. He accuses, ‘You’re regretting me, aren’t you?’

‘No,’ I adamantly say.

‘Then why don’t you believe me?’

I choose my words carefully, answering, ‘You’re Sebastian Cartwright. You can have anyone you want.’

Something passes in his expression, but I’m unsure how to take it. He waits several moments, then says, ‘I’m pretty sure, out of the two of us, you’re the one who can get anyone you want. While I’d like to believe I’m holding the cards between us, I’m not. And I think we both know it’s the truth.’

His statement shocks me. I stay quiet, pondering it.

He kisses the top of my head and states, ‘We should get back. My mom will have everyone looking for us for dinner.’

‘Guess it would be bad if they caught us here naked, huh?’ I tease.

He grins. ‘Might not be our best public moment.’ He hands me my clothes, and we both get dressed quickly.

On the way back, he never lets my hand go. From time to time, he kisses it.

There are no more borders between us. Everything is blurry. And when I look at him, I see the future, yet I’m also fully aware he’s going to crush my heart.

There’s no avoiding it.

We’re a disaster in the making.

Nothing I can do will stop it. No matter what Sebastian says, he’s the one holding the cards. All of them. The full deck and even the box. I’m just a card he’ll shuffle into his life, yet I can’t stop myself from volunteering.